The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-12-20
ALL IS NOT GOLD,

this early June evening. No pair of royal
lovers were ever crested by a kindlier smile
from the fair face above. The most delicate
scents and sweetness crept through all the
air, and fairest flowers unIoldsd their ten
der lips and spread their fragrance so
bounteously upon the earth that the gentle
breezes and the murmuring winds lifted it
up to the skies aud the little stars smiled
their noses in delighted pleasure at the rare
perfume. The sweetest. penetrating happi-
ness was infused in ali. Even tho boughs of
the trees along the street seemed 10 laugh
and chat as l passed leisurely on, drunk
with the beauty of the world. loving it and
all that it contained Glad faces passed me
now and then and the happy laughter Of
happier lovers often reached my ear, but
saw but little distinctly. A pretty face
gave only a brighter pink ID the bushes
already msntling fair lunRr's noble brow
and the laughter was but the silver music
Of a sparkling brook skurrying down the
mountain side with quiet, oOl,ented haste.
The young grass along tho way seemed
greener than ever before, and each tender
blade was bowling beneath a crystal dew
drop that gliste1ed, diamond eyed, in the
moonlit air like rustic maiden blushing
and seeking to cheat you Of q kiss.
Eolian music lulled the upper world to
rest and the voice Of all nature was one pro-
ionged strain of divire sweetness. No
wonder then that my soul was enraptured
with all l saw and heard aud felt; no
wonder that my thoughts turned to love;
no wonder that my heart beat fast and hap
PLY, and no wonder that perpetual smile
aung upon my lips. Each moment that
fitted by. on wings Of lightning
it seemed to me, the enchantment
grew until I was fairly stagger-
lug in its intoxication. | stopped upon the
street, so charmed was |. and looked up
long and lovingly. % drink in the entranc-
ing scence. For a long time l stood still,
my soul enthralled, and then there stole out
upon the quiet air, to whose quiet, silent
music had turned pleased and charmed
ear, sound OK more-could II possibly bel
enrapturous divinity. Another and another
followed in quick aud sweet succession until
all the air was murmuring with its mel
odY. 1 turned about and listened.
that had des sended to this troub-
lous earth, though paradise in truth
i5 was this bright June night, to coax such
strains of heavenly music from the ivory
keys and charm each passerby.
In the brightness of the moons brilliant
glare doomed up high, old English wall Of
antique stone, gray and crumbling with
age, uiOeS@DauubNls Win RiecH GI0bp5E6 uuU
ivy clinging fondly to each crag and crevice.
How loving and affectionate, and what "A
tender portraiture Of love it seemed as
stood listening TO the voluptuous strains
floating out each moment upon the fra
GRANGE charged air. Fastened here and there
in the green meadow upoa the wall chung n
blushing red rose nodding and bowling to the
| flowers below. The laughing of modest
| little violets in the hedges and underneath
| the rosebushes seemed TO ring
out In the air In delicate
accompaniment to the music's strains. Each
wave Of air brought to me perfume OF ten
derest sweetness, the strange alchemical
potious of the witch of love. Through the
curtains Of rare old lace, hanging in abau-
don about the open window, high and wide,
cleaned the soft light OF perfumed taper,
filtered through silken threads of sunset
pink, falling with strange eject upon the
bunch Of green tnat hung It's adventurous
head over the heavy Dalustrade of the wide
balcony and nestled costly upon the antique
oaken floor.
pictured to myself the fair angel hid
from me by the thin folds OF lace. Each
outline of her fair white face was fast fixed
upon my beating heart; the azure blue Of
her eyes were ell engraved intellectually
there; the long tressss Of dark, silken hair
falling in magnetic waves over the rounded
white shoulders had their place in tho
treasured picture; the slender hRgeTs, almost
Gs white as the ivory keys, (and how | en-
We'd them each touch that was pressed upon
them), the curved, artist neck that bent In
reverie upon the task Of love, the softly
heaving bosom of lily's whteness rising and
falling as the passion Of the music rose or
fell All, all, was there to enchant, charm
and enrapture. Each outline seemed com
plete and with what love pressed it TO my
heart.
Could there be s5me favored one there at
her side to receive her smile and kiss, to
feel the pulsing of her heart and the
warmth Of her slender hand, and to laugh
when she laughed o, no. | would Danish
the thought from my mind. 1t would run
me wild. No o3e could be there felt, but
my own spirit standing by her side, smil-
ing, anxious aud earnest
The soft notes slowly glided into deeper,
diviner strain of glorious msllowness and
dream, Just as the little brook loses itself
upon the bosom of the great river, where
it goes to make the rolling, impressive
LIQUID serpent that winds about the earth,
ultimately to empty into the broad, roaring
ocean, ali to mingle there together, to
laugh aud play, TO groau and weep. And
thus do our passions and our love. Little
rivulets at first, tiny springs juss bursting
with q bubble from their fountain head,
until all is emptied into the ocean Of our
hearts, and we lnd ourselves deep in love-
Low at FIRST came the coveted notes to my
eager ears, but as the artist, the fair divine,
followed up the strains in the finished So
uata. richer aod deeper grew the unspeaka-
Bile words that came to me; more charmed
and enchanted was I. How yearned for
lust one glimpse Just shadow even of the
fair picture in my heart. Almost frantic
became, while the moon above shone softer,
the little stars twinkled merrier and the
flowers perfumed the air.
Fair angel, come forth and let the wor-
sinner behold thee in all thy bright lowell
ness IL but for single moment" prayed
with clasped hands upon my painting breast
and face upturned in pleading to the skies.
So wild was my infatuation that lost my
reason for the time and clutched madly at
the wells, entwining my trembling fingers
In the vines clingiug to its sides, straining
every nerve to behold for even a moment
the fair angel within. As chung desper-
nteiv to the vine-clad walls, choking with
nv sudden passion, hoping until my heart
almost burst, q softer, mellower chord was
struck and all that was heavenly and divine,
rich and sweet, seemed to issue from the en-
chanted room. The true chord had been
found and the sweetest note had been cent
upon its mission in the world. A gallant
mocking bird nesting In tall poplar near
by. burst forth in his richest song and
seemed to drink in the notes es they fell
frorn the instrument within.
At last all hushed, but all TOO soon for
me, yet chung in anxious expectancy to
the emerald wall.
Hush! Hushl My heart stood still; my