Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1891-11-21
DISAPPOINTMENT.

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was the work ola contemporary poet
and playwright, and contained much
inner warmth, though it was, per-
haps, somewhat lacking in scenic Ell
fects. A modern loveless marriage
formed the theme OF the play, and
Miss Morlands rendition OF heyoung
society woman entering in such a
compact was truly admirable. As
the curtain dropped and the crowd
surged and pushed toward the door
her praise was heard from all sides,
many fthe ladies having been moved
TO tears. But the drizzling rain and
thoughts OF coy supper soon sup
planted the actress in the hearts OF
her tickle audience, and all were intent
upon adjusting wraps and seekingcar-
riages; that is ail--wlth one exception.
This exception was a short, insight
ficant-looking man with gray hair, a
pale. yellowish complexion, and wear
ing glasses. No thoughts OF supper
entered his brain, nor did Inc heed he
rain, as he walked down the deserted
street, for within his breast a new
world had unfolded itself. He still
seemed TO see the charming creature,
whose silvery voice uttered words
which came from his very heart-ior
he was the writer OF the drama Just
played. In passing through the little
out -ot-the way place, his attention
had been arrested at the depot by q
notice OF the coming performance.
He determined TO see 10 even though
it cost him some delay. Here he WAS,
wandering through the streets OF
strange city, positively a changed
man. The young actress had moved
him greatly; perhaps because she per-
sonitied his ideal TO such perfection,
or had she touched upon a passion
long thought dead? 10 love and its
beautiful dreams he had long said
| farewell, not because he was too old,
but because sad memories OF past de-
lusions haunted him. The youthful
ardor OF a first love had been queuch-
Ell, and, although he won fame and
| fortune happiness he deemed beyond
his reach. At an early date death
robbed him of his fair young wife; a
second matrimonial venture proved
very disastrous, and added to these
came many other dIsappointments
and embittcrments. His unptepos-
sessing personality was perhaps often
| at fault He had not the gitt
to make himself agreeable
to others. So he bowed his head to
| the inevitable, and philosophica.ly
swallow those bitter drops life gave
| him. He found amusement, was lion
| lied, but his empty bachelor quarters
often made his heart feel sad. His
thoughts now were ii the bliss this
| woman so wildly pictures is attain
able, must not she herself be capable
OF the warmest feeling acting it so
| powerfully? How happy the man to
| whom she utters such sentiments, He
lett town that same night, but could
not shake of the impression received,
and few days later he wrote Miss
MorIand an enthusiasticietter, thank
| ing her for the pleasure she had given
him, and Confessing that she had
awakened in a skcpticnl man OF the
world new thoughts OF happiness She
| answered his letter in due time, in a
| much more correct and sensible man
ner than her colleagues are wont to
employ. The poet wrote under the
nom de plume "Oldenburg, and this
signature he likewise affixed to his let
ter. In her letter she spoke OF him
| with great admiration, discoursing
upon his great talent and the amount
oil feeling his works displayed. The
thought OF having won his approba-
ton, she said, made her immeasura-
bly, proud and happy. But why had
he not called?
why not, indeed2" he muttered.
He wrote her. "You would have
been greatly disappointed in me-"
This she denied, saying, she too had
seen something OF the world and did
not expect to find poet always arm
ed with a golden Tyre, nor whose head
was encircled by halo otgolden curls.
a correspondence ensued which gave
them both much pleasure. Miss Nor
land had the advantage Of coming OF
| refined parents and received an excel
lent education. The stage she regard
ed with something like aversion, but
finding it necessary to support her
self her great talent tied her to it,.
With her, too, the hopes of youth had
fallen thick in the blast, for she had
sighed for and found love, but not to
her satisfaction. "And yet" he said
to himself, "she can portray a living
woman like my Heitha, with unequal
led delicacy. What a treasure of love
must lie dormant within this woman's
breast!" Sweet hopes forced them
selves upon him almost against his
will Could he but win her. She
seemed to take deep interest in him;
was it possible that the man supplant
the poet in her affections? Did not
her letter breathe tine hope that at
last she had met man possessing
the character and mental capacity
she most sought? Day by day lie
| pondered on this, doubling, still
hoping. At last he decided to put his
mind at rest and visit her. 81 am
positively nervous at the thought Of
our meeting" she wrote, and he
answered that not since the days OF
his boyhood had his heart been filled
! with sIich fond anurnbauqion al nm