Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1891-09-12
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our omeietn
We SEATED ourselves at the table, before
the clean plates. Tn the bottom Of mine
struttsd "A tri-colorcd cock. When we had
tasted the omelet and the wine that these
good people gave Us, we rose TO begin our
walk home again The sun was setting, and
the wood choppers family came out of the
cabin 10 bill Us good-by and TO watch US 60
"Dont You want my SON 10 show you the
wayf' called the good wife while we were yet
within hearing.
( IL began 10 grow dark and damp in the
forest, and little by little we quickened our
pace.
] "Those people are happy said Louise TO
me after awhile. let us go and breakfast
with them tomorrow. shall wet We can take
baby in one basket, and IN another great
pate with a bottle of good wine. You are
not afraid of getting lost, Georgel"
'No, my dear, don't be troubledn
with great pate and a bottle OF good
wine What is 1t | see down therefn
at II nothing, the trunk of a tree.n
! "The trunk OF tree-the trunk Of "A trec!s
she murmured, "and behind US, don't you
hear somethingn
ut is the wind in the trees or the breaking
of a dead limb.p
They are fortunate who, in the night, in
turbed as II sitting ut their own fireside. 1t
Is hardly fear, but the silence awes one. In
voluntarily one looks for ewes among the
shadows, and seeks to define the confused
forms which appear and change at every
moment. A very world creaks and snaps
under your footsteps. and. on stopping, one
hears the plaintive howl of the distant
watch dog, the hooting owls that call TO
each other, and the hundred sounds far and
near that are without explanation. some
thing strange surrounds and envelops you.
Are you alone, you walk quickly; are you
two, you walk closely and the proffered arm
is gladly taken. Ny wife hung upon mine.
.Shall we become wood choppersi We
will build "A pretty cabin, simple but taste
full; would have little curtains at the win
dows, carpet on the floor, my piano in the
corner"
She said all this i'm a half whisper, and
now and then her hand trembed ON my arm.
"YOu would soon have enough of your
cabin, my dear"
"Oh the wretchln
And then after minute she added.
"You think that do not love you, you and
your boyi Oh, my darlings, how love you'll
Oh, how much Oh, how much. The happiness
of each day is past expression. One sees IL so
plainly that one hardly perceives it. II is
like daily bread; who lifts the hat for itl and
yet it is life-is it noti But now and then,
when the thoughts turn inward, when one
covers the face with the hands and thinks
one says, am ungrateful, for am happy,
and have thanked no one. And still more
10 he together, and To walk arm in arm.
Stay like this-it seems light thing this
moment; ah, WE'LL love you, my darling,
love your
She leaned her head upon my arm and
clung closely to me.
Good heaven!7 she cried; ''if should loss
you'll"
She spoke in low voice, as IL In fear.
Was it the night or the forest which fright
eDed her, or perclisnce her own wordsl
81 have often dreamed" she went on, "thnt
had spoken to sou the last farewell. You
would cry, both Of you, and should press so
closely to you that we should seem but one
These are onlv dreams, you say, but care
not, since they have shown me that / live in
you, my darlings What was that that
crackedi Did you see something cross our
pathf'
Ny only answer was TO fold her in my arms
and press her close 10 my heart. We went
ON walking. but 1t was impossible to renew
our conversation Now and then she pressed
my arm and stopped me, saying:
"Hush Listenl No, il Is nothing.n
At last we saw through the trees little
light, which disappeared from time to time
now hidden by the trunk of a tree, and then
coming into view again. 1t was the light
that waited for Us behind our window curtain.
II was time; we were wet through.
drought huge log for the fire, and when
the bright hames rose, we sat down In the
great chimney corner. / took OF her shoes
and stockings, and held her feet toward the
1 tl.a. uht tal,t fha, "A
Thank you, my dear, thank yon;r she
said leaning ON my shoulder and looking at
me 50 tenderly that the tears filed my eyes.
"What was that which You were saying in
the woods, little onef' said |, when she was
warm again.
"You were thinking Of thatl was afraid,
that rs all, and when one is afraid, one secs
phantomsn
Then she threw her arms around me, and,
laughing, said:
''Come to bed woodmann
That was, l know too well, our last walk
Therefore do | remember IL How often
since have Travelled that road in the sober
. quiet OF closing day. How often have
passed the ferns that her feet had pressed,
and parted the grasses with my hands, poor
fool that | was, 10 find the last print of her
, footstep How often have 1 stopped in the
drops upon us, and fancied that | saw the
swing of her skirts among the shadows.
seemed to hear her little cries of alarm, and,
coming back in the evening air, i have found
upon my way all the memories that she has
left there, from the watch dogs distant bark
to the cracking Of the branches, from the
trembling Of her arm to the kiss that gave
her
Once / went back To the wool cutters hut
, saw once more the good people, the smoky
cabin, the little bench ON which we sat, and |
asked TO drink that might look ut tho glass
which her lips had touched.
"And the little lady who made the omelet
30 we'll She is not i'll, surelyfa said the good
wife
Without doubt she saw the tears which
filled my eyes, for she said nothing more, and
l went out
SO 1t is everywhere except in my heart
where time cannot touch her; all that was
she is effaeed, blottesl out, oIscured
, Ii is natures law, but Il is cruell NY poor
child He also learns 10 forget her, and
when ! ask him, In spite OF myself, "Do you
remember your mother, dear, as she did this
or thatf' he answers yes; but ! know, alas
that he has forgotten. Translated for The
New York Post from the French of Gustav
Droz, by Walter Learned
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Grants Lack Of Appreciation.
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