Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1891-09-12
THE 0MELET.

The rain which had been falling since morn
ing seemed 20 have worn itself out. and had
become 10 fine that IL resembled the light
mist that one sometimes SECS at evening over
the prairie We had just finished dining.
Baby, who had grown sleepy ut dessert, had
been put in his cradle, and we two, Louise
and l, were standing before the open window
and singing softly as we watched the clouds.
''sshall We SO out OF tho ark, Father Noahf"
said my wife
II don't SEQ the bow OF promise my dear"
''The best of reasons; let us 20 and find IL"
She went out and soon returned wrapped
In her hood, booted and gloved- She took my
arm. clinging to II and leaning against me as
she did in the happy days when we met after
long absence.
''AhI how happy am 10 go outI Do you
scent the fresh airi want 10 walk and walk.
Can we take long walkf The day Is still
bright"
And saying this she leaned against me
laughing. taking long strides to regulate her
steps with mine. We walked along by the
hedge, and turning to the left entered the
forest. We loved II 10 much, our dear forest.
At that hour il was quiet, wet, and dripping.
The moss swollen with moisture, yielded to
the foot like a sponge, and from each leaf OF
the heavy boughs hung transparent drop
just ready 10 fall
"You will get wet, my DEAR said to
Louise, stopping moment
''Bahl have ON my thick boots. Let US
60 on"
SO we walked ON through the thick woods,
which softly dripped like the beard Of come
marine god.
was pleased that my wife was I'm so
courageous mood that evening, for
nothing in the world is more beautiful than
the forest after a rain; at that hour I'm tho
day above all, when everything is 50 quiet
and peaceful, when the wind has ceased, and
the weary clouds have fed. when sleep in
stealing over the birds that are pluming their
wet wings. How charming then for the two
who are one, and would feel themselves alone,
to walk together through the great green
aisles, TO breathe the penetrating odor of the
wet forest, "a strike the great trunks of the
oak trees with ones cane till the hollow sound
comes echolng back from tree to tree, TO
listen to the sound of breaking branch, or
70 the murmur of the drops of water which
from time TO time whisper they fall from
leaf 10 leaf, to fill the lungs with air washed
pure by the rain, and 10 hear with the eyes,
If may 50 phrase il, harmony delicate in
every fine aud subtitle tone.
It is not for the pleasure OF stringing out
words that | have used a metaphor grown
commonplace BY reason of its truth. At the
close Of a charming day, when the sun sinks
toward the horizon, over everything there IL
a glow and a color like the flush ON tie face
OF IA lovely girl who spins before the fro.
The tones are warm and animated. nature Is
instinct with life. One who feels that through
the day she has loved much, played much,
worked much. The forest Is warm, and its
IL.
and diamonds, while the sunlight paints
golden plaques upon the mossy trunks 1t is
an orchestra complete, a rich harmony, and
1t dazzles like a easket of rich jewels thrown
suddenly open, like cathedral where the
trumpets sound while all the people sing
H.lleujah. On gray and somber day it is
quite another thing; without animation,
with no hum Of life, without drum or tI-um-
pet but with humid eyes, nature seems to
rest and even To yawn n little. On such
time the yiolins, charged with the duty OF
lulling a restless world, play slowly and
with mutes upon their strings; the bows
with gentle touch, scarce igraze the strings:
one has TO listen with attentive ear for music
that resembles a dream. But the sound Is 40
sweet, the harmony 20 delicate, that the sym
pathetic stroller who loves the music of the
eyes would find it hard to choose between
the trumpets and the violins, between the
forest veiled in gray or dazzling In golden
shadows.
We were passing under some beeches when
light wind car,ssed the trce tops far above
our heads till they whispered together, and,
lightly shaking themselves like a wet bird,
they threw down upon Us a deluge of dia-
monds.
'Good hcavensm cried Louise, stopping
et,dianlv si'Tha Vfelal xrfnda I au,
soakedn
Her skirts were lifted by the wind, and /
saw her two little wet boots pressed one
against the other, and half hidden in the
grass.
''Soaked, soaked; my hood was loose, and
deluge went down my neck-a riverl.
l wiped the water from her neck, and
when she was dry again she said to me, smil-
ing:
"You are darling.n
think that kissed her This put her In
fine humor, ~ that we danced on over tho
ferns, she leaning ON my arm; then suddenly,
as we re-entered the sonorous silence Of the
old forest, she began 10 sing, TO the air Of
the "Marseillaise";
March on, wicked little man
Who do~s NOT love his litsle wifG
Not at all at all, AT all,
At all, at ALL
She said this with such q little swagger,
marching with long steps, showing her
pretty white teeth, and pressing my arm 50
tenderly that began to sing with her.
We were children, conscious that we were,
playing together. and knowing that we did
well.
Suddenly we stopped before . bog, n
drained pond, a tangled swamp. 1 don't
know why, but there the sun did not seem to