St. Landry democrat., 1889-04-06

the group to reinforce Mrs. Copildike and
the remaining guests, versus Count de
Crawford, Mr.. Northover and Miss Ody-
earne.
"Hush all; cry truce We will wait
for Mr.. Fiowerdew's opinions upon the
subject"
a Mr., Flowerdew, came in confused
murmur from half duzen throats.
Eyes, Mr.. Flowerdew He will give you
remarks worth listening to. Y on need not
be SO astonished."
..ttSay, Mrs. Copildike, have you any
more one dime show curiosities to regale
us with? America is wonderful country
when it can produce such fishermen"
Count, in America it is not the clothes
that make the man. All of our Presidents
were tailors or rail-splitters fine suit
may cover heart unworthy to wear it;
fisherman's suit may cover the grandest OF
Gods creation. So be very careful, for at
every step you may unearth diamond In
the rough. We sometimes imagine we
know it all, until we are astounded to find
that thousands of people know more than
we do" -..r=
The Count sat idly balancing his fork.
She adroitly turned the conversation upon
literature in general, and soon the tide of
battle was flowing bravely between the
contendipg forces. The 'ldealists" versus
the ssPracticalists" The former could see
no special beauty in the characters of
Dickens, because they were selected from
the ordinary walks of life, and "Dombey
and Son" was about as uninteresting as an
1cr$ -,
nest, while Walter SCOTS novels carried
one into the beautiful realms of medieval
romance, where knig htly chivalry was the
guerdon of prowess. Byron's "Corsair''
was the acme of sentimenta1ity, while
every line of the poet breathed in the
glowing pictures of this anacreontic bard,
whose whole life was sad romance: The
other side scoffed at the ideal in literature.
The fowery language that clothes all of
our human ideas in robes of beauty was
mere waste of nervous energy. 1t was the
fable of the LASS in the Lions Skjn"-the
ears still betrayed the cheat; while many
a critic is adorn with the ears of midas,
the reward of unjust criticism. '"The
Vicar of Wakefield" was the quintessence
which the English language is very capable.
cold, bare statement of facts and fiction
that reminded one of the ''Glacial Period"
that covered the fora of tropical zone
with a sheeting of ice through whose
transparent veil the warm sun of a poetic
imagination could reach the beautifully
tinted flowers that were chilled to death
and buried in crystal c5ffin.
But as long as the heart has passions,
IL, tI,os u
as long as q sense of the "Ideal'' has filled
SO long will the world differ up N these two
points. 1t is the ''Scylla and Charybdis"
upoa which many writer's MS. has been
wrecked. ~7s' =e# @ " s-@
The world is to be amused, and tastes
are as varied as the natures to be pleased
A clever article, or poem, brings fame,
and behind fame an author is safely en-
sconsed ''The king can do no wrong"
Miss Penkeville and Mr.. Hardell quietly
withdrew to seek the boat house, where
they selected small sailing craft, and
were skimming upon the bosom OF the
gulf. ...-5
'sMr. Hardell, who would have thought
that we would have found such a magnii-
cent romance in this out of the way spot
am prepared to be surprised at nothing
for l have heard that some of the "Texas
Cow Boys are graduates of colleges"
so, there is Mr. Flowerdew SEEMING now.
Let us sail in that direction"
He brought the vessel around, and soon
her keel grated upon the sand bar. They
jumped from the boat to stand by Reginald,
who was making q haul. Mr. Hardell
went to the rescue, to land the foundering,
fnny, bright scaled fish. -
With low bow he DOTTED the canvas
hat to the young lady and shook the artist
by the hand. =,
81 will return to the house in moment. :"
When he had selected the choicest fish,
the yacht was turned homewards
''Mr. FlowerdeW, don't let us interrupt
you for single moment. The mansion
was. dull, and Mr.. HardeH suggested a
cruise in search Of novelty
eve will be glad to assist you. / will
procure lunch and be with you in a
moment.
"Do not trouble yourself. We have
enough for all.
ssThen will call Benlah. The party
will be made now for whole afternoon Of
quiet enjoyment.
BeuIah was delighted at the prospect.
Her rosy face beamed with smiles.
The Beulah F. sailed well out into the
Gulf, until the long sand bars were
cleared, and the vessel coasted westward.
81 will show you some of the prettiest
little bits of scenery that an artist ever
placed on canvas"
They sailed for perhaps an hour, when
a huff to t@board brought the head we'll
to windWard The next moment they
were almost beca, med in one of the most
picturesque bays on the coast It looked
as if nature had thrown all the odds and
ends of her choicest productions into one
cepglomerated mass of beauty The water
was SIS clear as crystal the dead linz bs
upon the sandy bottom formed cooling
grottoes for the fish the wild grapevines
formed lovely bowers as they extended
their long arms in every direction, twining
around the massive trunks of the forest
trees like brown skinned snakes; the yell
low and purple flowers enriched the bright
green of the grassy carpet.
Not word was spoken, for in natures
silence they sat enthralled.
els it not beautiful, Mr.. Hardell-could
anything be more lovely7"
~ ssAfl I It is more than lovely-it is God s
smile. Would that had my easel and
brush il is mockery 70 photograph such
a picture. ] will come tomorrow or the
next day so much beauty shall not be
hidden from the world
They disembarked to eat their lunch,
only to add life to tue picture. The table
cloth was spread, while the party of four
sat upon the matted grass to enjoy the
bountiful suppl that came from the man.
sion.
am glad Mr. Northover and Miss
odyearne did not come TO, profane ou'
sanctuary IS
TO BE CONTINUED. ss
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