Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-03-16
THINGS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM
Taking a Stuffed Club to Some of
the Romances OF Life.

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have made sweet, pretty, fearful
novel, only it didn't. But it was quite
a romance. She was a pretty girl, just
about 20, and, of course, charming,
She had had very serious illness.
For some time they did not think she
would get well, but she had strong
constitution and was altogether too
well fitted for life to lose it easily. She
got well enough to be angry with the
doctor and accuse him of deceiying her
because he did not tell her she was GO
ing to die when she was SO i'll. just as
she was convalescing the doctor told
her he had young man, interesting, a
stranger patient, living exactly oppo-
site. She Immediately became wild to
be allowed to get to the window and
see him. But the doctor forbade her
for several days. At last he said she
might get out of bed, and-well, well,
just to think of it. When the sun was
shining and the world was all so fair,
the first thing she wanted to see was
the interesting young male invalid
opposite. She saw him, and he waved
a worn hand to her, for he had been
told about her. Then there came over
little punches offowers, and she would
wear them in her wrapper, and he
would smile wan smile of pleasure
They did not send any other commune
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greet one another from the window.
She was well first, and the doctor could
hardly keep the young man patient in
his room, he was so mad and wild to
get out. And so between these two
interesting young people there sprang.
up a sympathetic feeling that seemed
to grow stronger every day. They
both got well. All, was it not romatic?
Picture to yourself what came out of
this strange and touching acquaintance.
Can you not see the two meeting after
their illness? Can you not hear the
gentle voice that congratulates him,
and the earnest tone in which he re-
plies? Well, he got well, and. twelve
hours afterward the doctor called and
told her he HAD gone East.
/ tell you, there would be a great
many more romances if they did not
end in such matter OF fact way. Fate
is with peoples lives like the young
woman who begins to write story. 1t
seems to go a certain way with them
and then it drops them, or else it
suddenly becomes practical and makes
everything prosaic. Romance does not
last. You go to a picnic and you meet
a lovely girl, and you have just the
sweetest time in the world under the
trees and by the brookside. And you
are in kind of poetic dream until it
comes time to go home, and when you
get TO the ferry you make break for
your dinner. You're too hungry TO be
poetic. The human stomach, come to
think of it, is sad destroyer of your
romance. Its prosaic call is so recur-
rent and so imperative. don't like to
think of the shepherds and shepherd
esses of Acadia sitting down to meal
of bread and buttermilk; there may be
poetry compatible with eating grapes,
but even pears, and apples, and
oranges are only poetical when they
are part of the landscape. Few people
can eat oranges and feel comfortable
without finger bowl When you come
to think of it everything in life seems
to conspire against poetry. It's all
well to fancy your sweetheart laid on
her snow white couch dreaming of you,
or standing in a gauzy costume by the
window looking at the moon and
apostrophizing you as Romeo. But
then you know that she has to take her
boots off and take the hairpins out of
her hair, and when her dainty little
feet touch the cold floor you know that
she screams, .'0uchl how cold it ism
and in that single instant poetry is
dashed to pieces. And you! Well, you
have lots of poetry internally, l don't
doubt, but you are not poetic in robe
de mutt; you know you're not. know
fellow who reduced everything to
the prosaic. We walked up Market
street one afternoon. A pretty girl was
coming down. There are plenty of
them.
''What pretty girl" said.
"Yes.n
That is as pretty foot as / have
seen in long time.n
"Yes. What a pity such lovely
angel as that has to cut her eorns.m
NO. said the melancholy old fellow.
..You can't tell about those things. |
used to be very sentimental when was
young, but got it all knocked out of
me. thought the actresses who play
ed pretty, fearful parts were such true,
gentle, sentimental women. / went
once to hear a young lady give recita-
tions, and they were sweet, tender
things such as touched me; and she
was pretty, with soft, meaningful eyes
and sad expression about the mouth.
i fell IN love with her ana got intro
duced TO her. l asked her to come out
IN s,,pnar with mo after hap readincr