The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1889-07-27
CoHEN OF TRINITY.
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/, that Obscure interval which elapsed
efveeu the termination Of his untOr- :
nnate university career and the pub
IcataOn OF HGubernator, !" there would
,ayc been nothing astonishing In such
Is act on his part. But now, when .
- hook was in every ones hands, his ,
,.mc on every ones lips when that
for which be had lQnged
- a completely his !, that success for
.hical he had thirsled was. poured out
|or him In 60 generous 9 dfaognt-toI
lnrn away. to vanish without word
81 explanationr (he was so fond Of ex
piaIning himseli), is the very !ast
thing one would have expected OF him.
He came across the meadows tOWoSu
the sunset, his upturned face pushed
forward catching tho light, and glow
ing also with another radiance than
the rich, reflected glory Of the heavene.
A curious figure slight, ungainIy
shoulders In the ears an awkward,
rapid gaIg, half elDucb, hall hoODie.
Ono arm with its cOaiss hand swung
IKE bell-vope rs lie went; the other
pressed a book close against his side,
while the hand belonging to 1t had ~
faw bulruslaes and marsh marigOlds.
Behind him streamed his shabby
rowu-it was a glorious afternoon Of
May-and his dusty trencber-csp
pushed 10 the back Of his head revealed
clearly the oval contour of the face,
the full, prominent lips, full, promi-
J. nent eyes, and theNcurved ,beak OF the
nose with Its restless nostrils.
4. II ynA Nf m u
panion, one OF the younger dons.
nCohen OF Trinity.''
He shook his head. The man had
como up on scholarship, but entirely
failed to follow up this preliminary
distinction. He was no good, no good
at all. He was idle, he was incolnpe'
tent, he led bad life In bad set.
We passed Old to other subjects, and
out OF sight passed the uDcouth figure
With the Glowing face, tho evil reputa
ton, and that strange suggestion o
latent force which chung to him.
The next time saw Cohen was
few days later in Trinity quad. Their
were three or four men with him
little Cieavcr of Sidney and others q
the samespatterp. He was yelling an
shriekiug with langhter---at some jok
OF his own, apparentiy-and his corr
panions were joining in the merrimen1
Something in his attitude suggeste
that he was the ruling spirit Of III
group, that no was indeed epjoyin
the delights of addressing an audience
and appreciated to the full the advat
tages OF the situation.
I came across him next tnOrniD,
hanging modify over Kings Bridg
a striking contrast to the exubera,
figure Of yesterday.
He looked yellow and haccid as
sucked lemon, and eyed tho wal
flowing between the bridges with
suicidal air that it's notorious shalio,
ness made ridiculous.
Little Cleaver< came up to him al
threw out suggestion Of lecture.
Cohen turned round with q selt-cO
sciohs, sham tragedy air, gave gre
guffaw, and roared out by way Of u
swer the quotation from "rom Cob
s.,rhe worlds beast and l hate II
BY degrees l scraped acquaintan
with Cohen, who had Interested n
from the first.
cannot quite explain my intert
on SO slight u knowledge; his MAINE
were distressing mixture OF the 6oa
geois aud the cundiite, aud u mt
unattractive lack Of simplicity mark
his whole personality. There nev
Indeed existed between us anythi
that could bear the name Of friendsh
Our relations are easily stated;
liked to talk about himself and lik
10 listen.
/ have sometimes reproached mys
that j never grew fond of him bu
little reciprocity is necessary la TIL
matters, and poor Cohen had not
art Of being fond of people.
/ soon discovered that he was d
perately lonely and desperately nn
proachablc.
Once he quoted to me, with refere
10 himself, the lines from Brownie
rn,. ,onroa a To sp sssp an ,S hey s
where she lived
Aud thaw herself within tho lukows
waves
@, the lazy sea.
Only she ever sickened, found repulse
AT the othor kind of water not her life,
Flouncod back from bliss sho was not b
And iu her old bounds buried her desr
Hating and loving warmth aiiko."
One OF the men with whom / os
sionally saw him-men who wo
have boon willing enough 10 be
friends--he spoke with an open c
tempt that did him little credit, c