Iron County news. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1890-189?, 1891-01-10
A THREE-SIDED STORY.
Extract from tho Diary OF Aigernon
stokes.

have found her! The maiden Of
my dreams-the fair, sweet girl of my
soull The poetic. tender embodiment
of my hearts aspirations! have writ
ten three sonnets, two madrlgals, ana
q poem since midnight, all addressed
to Marjorie! Marjorie! What tender
visions arise ut the name! Let me re-
cord the happy event!
The utter abomination, Tom Grey,
came into my studio yesterday after
noon in his usual clustering, vulgar
way. and with the voice of huckster
calling ''Watermelons!" shouted
'Hullo, Dickm
| suppose | have told Tom Grey
1000 times that l have had my name
changed to "Algernon" by act of the
legislature, but the brute persists in
calling me Dick" because, when we
went to school together, my name was
Richard" The Stokes" i can not
drop, as my uncle Bob left me his for
tune on condition that | did not drop
the family name in what he called my
COMPOUNDED nonsense" Uncle Rob
ert had no poetry in his entire eompo-
sition.
But wander from my subject. Tom
Grey rushed into my studio, shrieking:
''Hulo. Dickl"
| was deeply absorbed in the shadows
of my group of Lilies of the Lake"
and although my sensitive nerves
auivercd under that horrible voice as
ii | had received blow | painted on
wishout answer.
But staggering blow upon my
shoulder, almost paralyzing my right
arm. compelled me to look up.
Gomez shouted my friend(g).
Tom never speaks - he always
shouts.
Come! want you to go to tho
lair with me-"
What fair9" asked. II never go
to fairsl'
But you must 90 to this one! Tip
top girls! Lots of fun!'
ii despise fun! / abominate girlsr
/ "Oh. bosh! Come along! Stop
whitewashing those old snowballs in
puddle and Gomez
viii you leave me in peace?"
cried, desperately.
NO; | am going to sit right here
until YOU take off that velvet monkey
| jacket and put on n presentable coat
to 80 with me. If | were you, Dick,
would give that coat to an organ
| grinder
only looked my scornl That coat,
made upon the strictes. rules of art,
was one OF my triumphs over the COM
monplace. | hoped the day would como
when ! could wear it in the street, with
Venetian ruilles of lace ut the wrists.
But Tom was not to be daunted by
n look, and, finding | should have no
rest until | complied with his request,
reluctantly left my work.
Under his ridlcule | dared not as
sumo my full aesthetic costume; but
ventured upon my ruilled shrt-front,
my loosely knotted tie, aud low Byron
collar To my surprise he made no
comment, and even pinned in my but
ton-hole II b0quet of valley lilies with
his own clumsy fingers
But l forgavc Tom all past sins
when. after walking about in great
hall tilled with fancy turntables, he
said with start:
why, there IS my cousin Marioriel'
| followed the direction of his ewes.
Can / calmly write down a description
OF that yisiOnP Marjorie! Locks of
gold. half-curling. floating down from
iillets OF classic shape that confined
them above the ivory brow. but suf-
icred their luXuriance to fall unre-
strained far below the slender waist.
A robe OF pale-blue cashmere, confined
at the shoulders by canoes, fell in
long, loose folds TO form a sweeping
train that gave majesty " the perfect