Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-10-28

who knD1sF
"lEno knows. indeed. deareatf
have l,een earning my bread By my pen
Tor lae last ton years, aud 10 not ind
my4elf any nearer the fame 81 a Balzac
than wnen I begin. Yct who knows
whaf may Do non have you 10 work
f9rt Balzac had long time 70 wais.
Fame come. in an hour sometimes.
Ana ~ late. inspired By thoughts -
sou I have nnrscd the Dim de1 Ot p
novel. as I tramped backwards and
forwards - the office. Ye- I h~lierH !
hIye fancy which wor.el out faith
Uly. might bit tho rarizians Bat %
journalist Is the drudge ~ literature
Al hls faculties are the slaves OF o
tyuuuI-al master. gDD-e name o. To-
day he must think only Of the pres
cuf write only for the present He
must ulrbor neither memories OF tho
/ pass Eor dreams Df the future. II
( Shakespeare and Goethe had written
f,r tbo papers we should have neither
/ Faust nor Hamlet"
bat yJu viii not always have 10
work for The paDcrs|
Who can tel: I mist De or work
curly tomorrow 20 write a description
of that gccnc On re" Brousc for tn.
Monday number"
n could only help you" sighed
| Kalblrcu.
You do help me, dearest YDu
have helped me 10 loDier ambitions, to
wrr hopes jon have made me worl,
/ with iEgheg purpose, win stcadicr aim.
You mc The good spirit Of my life"
1cll me about your story" she said,
tIc story that you have IN your mind. "
"a is an about loyc-and you. / viii
toll you nothing But some dry | shall
comryo TO write It, between whites,
between paragraph mud paragraph,
lc1dc and leader aud / SHAH get q
| publisher 10 produce IT, under d IOm
/ DO plume. dur The book shall be the
TAN, ~ Paris aud sou shall read 1t with
sunlcs and tears AMI you shall say
I 20 ,dslou what painter, what a
poet Wlat au Inspired dreamer ibis
man must O.. only wish knew WhJ
l,c Is, thai 1 might worship him" And
I SHAH sly Worship me, love. / am
! tlt poet ana the dreamer; aud you are
my only EgeiL'
lie looked like poet as be- lay AT
her feet on the sun burned sward, his
eyes gazing dramily over the city In
the valley drcamily away towards
Mount ylIcrlap and The fortIhcltlous
on the other side Of Paris
They loitcrcd away the long summer
afternoon In sercnesl cOuteutmcnt In
deep indispensable bliss. It seemed
10 them as II life were hcuccforwud
| perfect They bad nothing left 10 de
sire except perhaps, on Gaslons side,
| iamc and wealth, ina a remote dream
| Ike future Kathleen had no desire
to be rich Poverty hnd never hurt
| her. except In that one sud time, whcn
! her sister WIS ILL., And now she bad
a little money, pat away In a secret
place. against any such evil hour
| Poverty had no flavor OF bitterness for
this easily satisfied nature She rose
ns pily us a lark. she went about her
little duties singing ror very joyous
ness Her humble fare was swcctcn Il
| by her contcutcd spirit Her humbl.
arts which rudcar lowly rooms 10 the
lwrllcr And now, 10 begin life anew,
ON the same thlrd floor, in the Rue CIT
L. Occur with her loycr.hurband was
like The yroWniug Hiss on the last pug'
of "a luiry NiH
The streets were very quiet, and had
q somewhat gloomy look as the we'd.
ding mrty drove buck to Git le Occur
but they were all too happy, too much
cngroascd by their own bliss, to remark
Dhe change that had come over the
aspect Of the city No more flags no
moro cheering, no more songs Of tri
umph
~ wonder they did not Illuminate
some of the public buildings, said Du
mud as they passed the Palais de
Justice,
Not a festival lamp twtnklcd In the
August shutdown; not a star of colored
Hight smrklcd on All the lcnght of the
qwys, mot d rocket shot up above the
rhesmuts in The Gardens of the Tuilcr
les Parts wore her every day aspect
However clatcd the city had been this
morning. she was taking her triumph
soberly tonight
The little dinner In the Rue CIT lie
Occur was a grcat success. The feast