Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-08-10

check them.
year later the man comes again
up the grassy pathway from the outer
world and halts before the old seat.
Ihe woman rises with flush roon her
cheeks, and looks at him In wonder.
Tor the mans brown eurls are crisu
ana short and his eyes are filed with
eaRerness
What is III" she asks family.
nave done with Dreams" he an,
swered her.
TELL me" she pleads.
There is silence, and the face of the
man becomes grave. Motionless they
stand racing one another, while many
moments pass. Then he lays his hand
gently on her arms and draws her
away down the grassy pathway. The
whole length Of the alley they pace,
her heart throbbing wildly; then as
they turn again he breaks the silence.
Far away In Italy, as ! lay dream
ing OF the words which / would write
some day, there came 10 me the words
written, the song of some unknown
singer" The voice OF the man Is
strangely restrained; the eyes Of the
woman are soft with tears. II have
cotnt back TO my work In the fever
~ Inc city, he continues, "the poetry
which j. swelling in my soul will be
none the sicklier fer being brought
forth under gloomy skies"
The gray-haired nan ir his study
bids the younger man God speed !"
ana the woman's heart is full of glad
ness Yet she knows that though she
mas gained her desire, though there is
nj In he -.
enthusiasm In his heart, he il as far
from her as In the old days of his
dreams
SO the man leaves the woman again
and passes through the golden-drop-
ping laburnums 10 his work In the
outer world
Iaburnum time has come and gone
again and yet again. Messages have
gone out from the house 10 the world.
and whispers and echoes Of the rush
and turmoil have fluttered back
through the golden pathway. And the
woman still lives and hopes.
Then 10 her one day came weary
footsteps. but the soft turf mufties
their sound aud she does not hear
them. Then voice says quietly. An
gela. and little cry Of yearnIny is
surprised from her. II is the man.
strong and brave. but weary who
stands there smiling back az her won
derment.
Il have come back 10 rest awhile"
he SAYS
And the woman gives him welcome.
There is no such place in the whole
world" be signs contentedly.
rs Il well with your work. - the
woman queries.
My work 10 pleasant 20 me-" the
for H."
And your poetry your dreams OF
fnmeT' she asks
They are dead replies the man.
The woman shivers with her sympa-
thy.
DO not pity me" says the man.
That unknown singer who sent her 1
song 10 me In Italy has won the fame. /
She has sent her messages to me 1
again. and there Is nothing more for .
me 10 write. ] only want 10 see her" 4
over the woman's face spreads a .
wonderful blush, but the man is look
ing upward at the golden blossoms
You know the singer il a woman
II always think OF her as such"
laughs the man
Why do you not go 10 herr asks
the woman. psssionately,
she shruuds her name in mystery"
replies the man
what were those-words- which 4
FIRST reused you-tn your work. falt-
ers the woman. II may have read
them"
THE song which came to me In
Italy. and stirred me from my silly
dreams, was From = Golden Path
way since then have come many
noble words and tender consultations.
lutl ! feel that ! know the writer
II could but meet that woman, An.
yela, my dear tears! DO you know
he poemy Have YOU read IT,
Without word the woman rises
rom the seat. aud taking the hand of
he man. she leads him 10 the old
aburnum. ON the dark trunk the
childish letters are siill 10 he seen.
Angela did f." al warped and rugged
with time. and the woman lays her
niger on the words.
Then through the heart ~ the man
rembles q great shock Of awakening,
ind wondrous tenderness steals into
lis eyes. Angela did IT," he muir
ners: then there is silence.
II have had my fond Conceits." says
he man. az length. but knew |
hould love the singer when | found
Ter" Then he takes the white hand
rom the tree, and. STOPPING, kisses the
lips
I.aburnums In the moonlight ART I
cry fair 10 see. and the grassy path
way is as floor OF white quiyering
Mosaic as the man and woman pass
ownward 10 the home.
But your poems pleads the wom-
n: you will write them some dayp
you have written all that ] would Z
nv" answers the man. II made an ,
rror. am no poet-I am but an
And on the face Of tile man and on
nat OF the woman. there lie joy and 4
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