News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1889-07-11

come 1 want you to read this lovely
description of the parting between
Electra and her lover, when But, my
dear, what's the matter p
Josephine sank into O rocking chair
and put her handkerchief to her eyes.
81 feel so wretched, Louise-so lonely,
and misunderstood and unappreciated
by those around me. Why are some
persons gifted with finer and more ex-
alted sensibilities than others, merely to
be isolated and unhappy Z"
''Ah, my DEAR" said Louise, with a
sympathetic sigh, can feel for youl /
am not as gifted as you, who write
poetry, and have such lofty aspirations
after the beautiful and spiritual; but /
can imagine how you feel, dwelling
spiritually apart from the common herd,
as it Were. Electra, in this lovely story,
felt Just like you do"
1n fact, Miss Louise, in this speech,
had been quoting from the book which
she heidi
Josephine wiped her eyes and looked
up.
'Louise, DEAR" she said, pensively,
''I have something particular to tell
you. You read my last piece in the
Weekly Cornucopia? ?"
THAT lovely piece, commencing
seas an eagle on it's eyrie,
With its eye upon the sun,
Drinking in the glorious dawning,
Earth and earthly creatures scorning
"No, no-that was in the first March
number, mean the lines ending:
"'Sreking what may not be found,
Hearing still what hath no sound,
Seeing what none else may see
Lonely eer my soul must be-
"Ah, yesi that was indeed an ex-
quisite and touching poem. How 1
wish could write like you!"
"And would you believe it, dear,
Charlotte called it nonsense But there
was one who saw and appreciated it.
"Really A man, suppose2 What's
his name:" said Miss Royster, with
sudden interest.
'.Adrian," responded Josephine,
dreamily. cat least, so he signed him
self. Here is his letter, Louise, written
on reading those lines. You see, it is
directed to 'Iolanthe, my nom de plume.
The editor wouldn't give my real ad-
dress, but sent the note to me, enclosed.
You see, he (Adrian) claims to be kim
dred spirit, and thanks me for the plea
sure he experienced in finding his own
thoughts and feelings so exactly ex-
pressed"
s'Dear-how romantic," exclaimed
Louise, rapidly running her eye over
the epistle, written ON delicate, per-
fumed paper. "And he wants your ad-
dress, or to meet you somewhere9 What
will you do?"
'T really don't know. And that is
one reason why I told you of this. You
must advise me, Louise.
''But suppose he should turn out to
be not a gentleman"
"That thonght occurred to me.
must first find out who he is-must see
him without being myself seen. And so
/ thought of appointing some time and
of course-and some
token by which we might know each
other"
ssBut that seems too bold, don't it p
and perhaps imprudent, if he should
turn out to be not perfect gentleman!"
ga man who processes to be above the
common herd, with refined and exalted
instincts, must be geut!eman! SAID
Josephine. confidently. "But to satisfy
YOU, how will it do to propose that he
should wear heliotrOpe button bouquet,
and watch for the lady who drops hel
purse in passing him? [ won't drop 1t,
really, unless in appearance he comes
up to my expectations; and then shall
be safe, for he will never know that !
am Iolanthe. And, ON the other hand
| the purse will afford him natural and
graceful way of presenting himself, by
picking it up and restoring it to me.
And so, after some discussion, thi
plan was agreed upon, Miss ROyste,
promising to accompany her friend, ant
support her through the somewhat try
ing, though delightfully."- romantic ad
| venture.
1t was five o'clock when the two ladie
entered the art gallery-the time ant
place appointed for the meeting witt
Adrian. Miss Royster was agitated
and Josephine's heart beat violently as
walking slowly down the long hall, the.
nervously glanced amid the crowd il
search of gentleman with heliotrope Il
his button hole.
It was indeed an agitating moment 70
Miss Heyden; for was Sc not about
meet, for the first time in her life, pei
son-and one of the other sex-in whor
she would recognize kindred spirit
One who could appreciate the poetr
and spirituality of her nature, and wit
whom she could walk-here, orinstanct
amid these lovely art creations of genir
in the delicious, mutual CONSCIOUSNESS
, of their being lifted above the common
place throng around them.
i "I don't see him anywhere" sal
Miss Royster, when they had near
! reached the end of the gallery. ''Sul
| nose he don't Gomez"
= "Oh, but he within sure he will
4 responded Josephine, tremulousl
"Ah!'' with a start, there's JAG
What brought him here, / wonderl I
, asked me last evening to come, and
9 refused. Let rs get out of his sight,
!, he'll spoil everything.
"He can't join us. Don't you S
|, that he's with that pretty Miss Maddo
" And how pleased she looks!"
Josephine glanced sharply iowa
Jack and the handsome, smiling girl
his arm. For an instant, even, she :
+, lowed her attention to be absorbed
- watching them, until aroused
Louise's subdued exclamation:
: "There he is See the heliotrope
- his buttonhole I"
. Miss Heyden thought she would ha
II tainted! one COulOl COtii d
to raise her eyes, but mechanically a
!" tremblingly drew forth her purse.
"Hes looking for us He's coming Il
o way % whispered Miss Royster, seemi
- - very much inclined to run away.
] But her friend nervously grasped
! wrist.
"Don't desert me, Louise-not now,
re such a trying moment. Wh-where
tn hc?"
~ "Coming There, don't see him ne
er He's behind that fat woman"
ly "Wh-what is he like 2" grasped Jo
p phine.
d "Tall, pale-but, ah here he is, cl
n. to us this under her breath.
n 1t was from no intention of her o'
an but simply the result of her nervous
We itation, that at this moment the pu
to slipped from Josephine's trembling
gers. And before she could collect
thoughts, or knew what to do, tall
nd ure stepped quickly forward, picked
IN tbe purse, and with low bow exten'
he it towards her.
She rais ed her eyes slowly from
N, of highly polished boots, gradually
o. ward TO a coat adorned with helotr
blossom, above which appeared raj
an striking satin necktie and face. Il
Tvs she gave a start and an irrepressible
Ell tie cry of astonishment and horror,
it'll in that pale, naughty and cadaver
nth yisage she had recognised the unmis