Iron County news. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1890-189?, 1891-01-10

were tue only ornaments marJorle
wore.
1t was disgustingly conventional to
be introduced to my cousin. Miss
Grey" aud to bow in society form,
when I was longing to throw myself at
her feet and devote my life to her SER
vice. Could / have drawn n sword
and vowed to be her faithful knight
till death. 1t would have been some re-
lief. But. alasl could. only bow and
murmur something about my pleasure
in meeting my dear friends cousin.
Tom grinned like an ape. But Mar
jorie recognized Kindred soul. She
clasped her hands and spoke in low,
sweet words, her delight in meeting
the author of "The Faded Jcssamiue."
Our souls met and mingled She
quoted lines from my "Drooping
Daisies" and blushingiy confessed to
having all my poems collected in an
album. She had seen my maiden by
Moonlight" at the picture dealers. and
the one dream OF her life was one
day to possess gem from my pencil.
Tom had sense enough to leave us.
aud we talked of art, Of poetry, Of
music, and OF flowers.
Then she showed me tiny vase, au
antique gem that had been donated to
the fair by q famous collector. She
told me the agony she had suffered
lest this priceless treasure should fall
into unappreciative hands. She inn
plored me tn add II to my store Of
gems. and l drew a check for the
amount with ecstasy. Ii stands before
me now. my inspiration. unit, once
more gaze into the soulful eyes Of Mar
jorie! Another sonnet presses upon
my brain. / write to the sunny locks
OF the maiden, Marjorie.
MACS LETTER.
Dear Sue: 1t was too bad, alto
gether too bad. that you could not DO
at our fair last evening. Tom had an
idea. You would hardly believe that
of Tom, would you? His idea was to
have high art" table, covered with
plaques, tiles, statuettes, and old-fash-
toned bric-a-brac. l was to take
charge of it, in I'm aesthetic dress. We
are not quite educated up to high art
in Downingville yet, but Tom and
went up to Aunt Mary's in New York
and studied up"
'
blue, with broad border OF needle
work Howers-like those the twenty
maidens" wear in Patience. They
may laugh ut it as much rs they please.
but those dresses were simply lovely.
Mine was success. l never dreamed
WAS half so good-looking. You know
my hair is very long and thick, and l
let it fall loosely waved. with gold
bands on the head. My shoulders aud
arms were bare. and the dress fell
from band across the shoulders. un-
confined at the waist.
But Toms idea was not solely GEN.
tered upon me or the table. You have
heard often enough of his great chum
aud friend, Dick Stokes, who considers
himself poet-painter, and. Tom says,
has gone to soul" for lack of brains.
Tom. between ourselves is half jealous
Of him. for he is very handsome, and
the girls rave about him. / had never
seen him, and Tom brought me n lot
of newspapers with his poems in them
aud took me to see the picture he had
painted. exhibited in store on Broad
way. Tom says the Academy would
not have it.
| was pledged to captivate Mr..
Stokes, and d Sue! Didn't | roll up
my eyesP didn't | ''atiune" my voice
to its most melodious accentsp Didn't
| quote the horrible trash | had COM
mitted to memory for the purpose, with
such emphasis that | fairly pounced
upon the telling words? Didn't make
m idiot of myself all around, as Tom
says?
1t was great fun, but the best Of il
was that | actually made Tom believe
that in playing with edged tools had
been wounded. All the way home
from the fair raved about Algernon's
beautiful eyes-true poets eyes!
quoted his remarks. / expressed n de-
sire to see the last exquisite produc-
ton of his gifted pencil.
Sue, Tom was not green with jeal-
ousy, but purple. | Thought he would
have fit on the porch And so-well,
no matter about that! 1t was all right
when he left me.
But to-day's mail brought me proc
of my conquest-poem-not, one bu
half dozen@to my eyes, to my hair,
to my smile! Never, never would
have believed such fearful stuff could
have been written with such rapidity
but for the proof before me. Fancy
some twenty illusions such as this:
q soulful doleful. mystic maiden,
With thy faiT brow genius laden,
Maid OF beauty. maid OF song,
Leave the uncongenlal throng;
| Prcstess of poets theme,
Goddess OF an artists dream,
Bend TO listen to my Tyre,
Dcign my pencil 10 inspire;
Tune my soul TO ecstncy,
Doleful, soulful Marjore!'
| was Marjorie" for that evening. anC
can not deny that was doleful. Blu
did you everg
The fair was great success, and
have carefully packed my lovely, love
ly dress for some future occasion. Mr.