The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1890-08-23
THE TWO LOVERS.
How My Skeptical Views Of True
Love Were Removed.

How My Skeptfcal Views OF True
Love Were Removed.
] was tired. / had worked in the
school-room until, now that vacation
rest, and determined it should be had
where i would not be hampered by
formal regulations and conventional
rules. wanted to ramble in the green
fields, among the wild-fowers. WANTED
to linger by the riverside and watch
the ripples, or read my favorite books,
or listen to the song of birds and feel as
free as they. / would sketch little,
perhaps, or catch fish il ] could. lwould
forget care, be happy child once more,
and rest
knew just where to 60. I had been
there once, and two days after my
school closed I was there again. 1t was
quiet country town. The surround
ings were picturesque and romantic.
There were bluffs crowned with trees
on the north and east; rolling hills,
adorned with wild-flowers, on the south
and west, and a beautiful little river,
fed by numerous springs under the
bluffs, almost encircling the town.
These were the general features, but
there were numberless grassy slopes,
messy glens. rocky caves and cozy
hooks. Here it was that i proposed to
spend the greater part of my vacation.
had passion for painting and sketch
ing, and here brush and pencil would
find use.
But my two lovers! They were on the
hotel piazza when I arrived, though 1
did not know then that they were
lovers merely noticed the respectful
attention with which gentleman
listened to some remark of lady and
the kindly smile with which he re-
sponded. / changed my dusty garments
and sat by the open window of my room
to enjoy the beauty without. There
were people on the piazza, but did
not heed them. I did not even glance
at them until heard the landlord NUT
ter: Two loversw He stood in the
doorway, and wondered what had oc-
casloned his comment / looked around.
Two gentlemen were smoking and talk
ing politics in tones which precluded
the idea Of their being lovers. A group
OF schoolgirls were laughing and chat
ting with the hosts daughter. "They
may be lovers" thought I. ''but there
are more than two"
Several little children were playing
on the walk just beyond; of course, the
landlord did not mean them, and l was
about to conclude that l had mistaken
his words or that they had no connec-
ton with what was transporting on the
piazza when my Dyes fell on the couple
i had noticed on my arrival. They were
sitting little apart from all the others,
conversing In low, tender tones and ey-
identity very much interested in each
other, and almost aloud 1 echoed the
landlords words.
Lovers are to me very attractive
class OF people, and though l gazed with
enjoyment at the bluffs, the trees and
the sunset clouds, thought and glance
would turn involuntarily again and
again to these lovers. The LADY was
beautiful, with a beauty that seemed in
creased at every glance. That broad,
pure brow, those earnest soulful eyes.
that sweet quiet smile, the whole face
radiant in the rosy glow of light,
seemed made to bless the beholder.
What beautiful face! o! that / might
see 1t daily. What an inspiration it
would be! No wonder he loves her.
l could not see her companions face
30 well, but tone and attitude were elo-
quent and l remembered the gentle.
kindly expression of his face when /
had noticed him first just the ex-
preston one would naturally acquire in
such presence, / thought, and nv
glance again sought the lady's lovely |
face. A sudden determination seized |
me- l would make sketch of her |
face, and it should hang where 1 could !
see 1T always, and / rejoiced in the con-
seriousness OF possessing q gift which |
so precious an acquisition DOS
sible.
began Immediately and worked as
long as could see, but the results were |
unsatisfactory. could not obtain the
desired expression. I decided to take
time to study her face. l did not see
her again until the next afternoon. She
was sitting In the ladies' parlor, read
Ing; and, mindful of my sketch.
looked for the beauty that had 40
thrilled me on the previous evening.
TO my astonishment, it seemed To have
vanished. could scarcely recognize
her, She looked quite ordinary. had
'een hundreds Of women fully as beauti-
'ul. l was disappointed and puzzled,
md l started for ramble, almost ready
o adopt the theory that beauty was
merely subjective; not the quality of an
bject, but an emotion of ones own
mind I concluded that did not care
, make skstch. i