St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-12-07

timely dropped Just then. All, how ]
treasured that programme. ] assure
you that did not throw 1t ruthlessly
aside at the close of tile performance,
as usually do, but folded it most care
fully and slowed it safely away in my
pocketboOk as would large draft.
shall not dwell upon the multitude
of fanciful thoughts that rushed through
my brains and filled my whole soul as |
drove rapidly home; nor of the beauti-
full visions OF that lovely apparition that
had SO affected me. Suffice it to say
that thought of her as would of an
angel. / could not sec her again for
long time; perhaps, never. My thoughts
of her were rather as of q beautiful por-
trait that l had seen while passing
through some foreign gallery, and which
should perhaps never revisit. And 1t
would be entirely unnecessary. For
that lovely form, that heavenly face
with its glowing and expressive eyes,its
dlmpled cheeks and rounded chin, it's
delicate, ruby lips and marbled neck
nave ever since remained indelihly inl-
pressed upon my mind. Even now l
see her enchanting smile and hear her
SOFT, musical voice, and a strange feel
ing comes over me that nothing else can
produce. 1t is my inspiration. my musei
L felt this the morning after the opera.
The first thing ! did was to copy all the
poems which | had written on that val
uaDie programme of mine, and to write
ont at length several short stories of
which had jOtted down synpsis on my
programme on the previous evening,
and to correct and rewrte them for pub
LEGATION as fast as / could. As did this
| felt that new light had dawned upon
me. L had never before written such
poetry, nor such stories. [ was cOhii-
dent that my contributions would now
be eagerly accepted by the periodicals
to which l was accustomed to send
them. And with this came the con-
sciousness-and that was not the least |
had to consider in my present circum-
stanceS-of renewal of funds. And i
felt that now had muse that would
henceforth inspire me so that should
never again relapse into the condition
of dizziness from which l had just
emerged. For it was now no longer a
real, but an ideal, love which inspired
me. and felt that nothing would dis
turb or shake my alteration for this
ideal, as it was not subject to a muta-
Dility of earthly beings.
And, now, my thoughts reverted
again 10 my approaching marriage. AL
though | would have gladly retraced
my steps now, felt in honor bound to
keep my word. And so wrote to my
Intended, merely asking her to change
the date, so as to give me a few weeks
more time-making the proper excuses,
of course.
Three days afterwards I received two
very Important letters. One was from
her. 1t read thus:
Dear Sir: Yours Of the - inst. re-
ceived. Please consider yourself re-
leased from your engagement to me.
The enclosed scraps will explain all.
Do you really think | could live with
man who makes his living by writing
love poems to other women? HIM! The
idea! Yours. ETC., -
The ''enciosed scraps" were poems of
mine which | had composed under the
Inspiration OF my muSe-one OF which
Was gratefully inscribed to her; the
others to fictitious prrsonageS of FEM
inine names. drew deep breath of in
tense satisfaction and relief when |
fully comprehended my sudden and an
looked-for deliverance.
l next opened tue other letter. It was
also very short.
Dear Sir: Enclosed please find check
for 5 for your contributions to cur
magazine up to date. We should be
most glad TO hear from you again.
Yours, etc.
The enclosed check was the largest,
by far, that had ever received for any
similar work.
1t took me some time to fully appre-
ciate this double stroke of good fortune.
But when at last did / jumped up and
danced around the room like a Fiji.
shouting and laughing. and then dashed
down the stairs at such pace that
thought my knees would sink underline,
or that the iandlady'S ewes would come
out from their sockets, so thunderstruck
was she at seeing me, her quiatest
tenant otherwise, cutting such capers.
After l had got sufficiently calm | sat
down in the nearest cafe and wrote a
most panegyrical ode to Dame Fortune
first, however, tearing to atoms most
unmerciful TRADE against the same lady
which had composed less than month
previously. ALE BURTON.