Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1894-11-09

men.v Music wasas familiar ground
10 her as art was to me. AND bow
often we touDd that truth was as
applicable to one art as to the
other. We had both been pro
crossing in the same feld-art in
the ahstract-along d 'tterent but
parallel paths; and the comparisons
of views were interesting and
broadening to us both. 2 onder the
the subject we'll and yOu will find
that there are numerous essential
analogies that,ruu through plctarin',
musical and literary art.
For two weeks 1 scarcely touch
ed brush. Daring that time the
doors of the Fine Arts knew me
not. My art had been temporarily
eclipsed. ''Oh, we'll, a fellow
doesn't run across such a cousin
every day." l urged to myself in
excuse for my neglect of study. L
was trying to persuade myself that
1 was interested IN Daisy TilOtson
simply because she was my cousin.
But l knew better. l began to
wbls she We're not my cousin.
We were very frank with each
other. There was no reason to b
otherwise. One afternoon we were
out at st. Cloud-out under the
building horse chestnuts whose
shade Napoleon 80 loved. l had
been reading "Paul and Virginia"
to her III french, ] remember.
"You have No right to he my
cousin, d .isg," [ said. "Wlac
perverslty of Circumstance. Here
you are the only woman L have
ever come across that has forced
from me any real affection of the
tenderer sort. And you are my
COUSIN"
"Blt maybe | an not your
cousin" she responded with a
merry twinkle. "YOu have said
often enOugh TINT You are not sure
of it. Perhaps | am some adven-
turess who, counting on your
brilliant future, has set a trap for
YOU and balted it with this cou' u
pretext so az not to frigbten You
away. There's no telling. Aren't
you a little suSplcious7"
And so We kept up the Senti
mental skirml,h 1t would have
been a real courtshlp if that cOu-
sinly barrier had not stood be.
tween us. And still | felt that it
was that very cOusinly barrier
that mace me so bold and her too.
Without it, | presume, we shOlld
never under the conditions, have
become more than casual acqnaint.
ances. With it we had been al
most like brother and sister from
the very first, and here ar The end
of two weeks 1t seemed as five bad
known each Othera life time.
Ohc evening when | was at Mrs
Payne'S there came ring at the
door, and the maid brought card
in to d Dlisy. 1t read: "Mr.
Anthony Jones'"
Do you know him? Ia he rela-
tive OF yOurs?" asked Daisy, hand
Ing the carl to me. "KnOw himT
said |. Know Tony Jones? [
ought TO. He's the one l spoke of.
We've been up into Normandy
sketching together more than once.
But he's been in Munich since
Christmas. Perhaps he's the cou'
sin you were looking for when on
found me, Ha! ha!
Just then Mr.. Jones, the other
Mr. Jones, entered. Daisy rose to
meet him. "Wny, how are you,
, Mr.. JJnesr SAID he, seeing me;
"I dldu't expect to find yon here
, "Nor l yon," i returned j)cose
ly.
"Let me present you to my cou
sin, Miss TlllOtson," l wert on
"MIss Tllotsou-Mr. Jones', Mr.
Anthony Jones'"
"Your cou>in~ said he inqnring
ly. "Why, she's my cJnSin, too,
tien. | must explain, Miss Tillot'
: son. NY mother is cousin oI
your mothers, l believe. She has
written commanding me TO call mp
Oh you and make myself known
Fortunately Arthur, here, has re
3 lieved me of the awkwardncss c
9 introducing myself"
Q 'l'm sure | AN very glad TO sec
you Mr.. JONES'" she mustered self
Q command enough tosay. "Tm afraiC
t have made q terrible blunder
Q though, unless yOn ar5 both my
) cOuslus."
Ii came to her rescue and explain
d ed the situation 10 the other MI
% Jones. why, it's very theatrical,
said he, laughing; "it's very mucl
u like comedy. But which OF us Il
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