The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-07-18

narrow down q single inch OF the gen.
erous stretch OF lawn and garden. 1t
is long way from the street gate TO
the wide veIanda. A graveled walk
leads up between the wide stretches
Of rich, green grass. The front of
the house is covered with ampelopsis,
that rugged vine which beauties SO
many Eastern homes. AT the right OF
the house there are pear trees loaded
now with white blossoms, tossing out
on the wind their rich peculiar per-
fume.
Tho neon, so sadly neglected by
the people Of cities, is sailing over
head and making the pear trees look
like great icebergs. The perfume OF
the blossoms has been intensified by
the dew. From one window there
CLEANS little light; inside sweet,
blue.eyed child is sleeping, while
through the gate n man and woman
slowly stroll and come up the gravoled
walk together.
"That play always impresses me
deeply. What infinite understanding
that man puts into his part" The
serious face of the broad shouldered
man SHOWS that he has indeed been
deeply impressed by the evenings
performance.
''He has lost none of his old art. l
saw him in that same character ten
years ago and he has not changed one
| iota. made some sketches of him
then, which afterward appeared in
Walter Br.dgman's splendid work on
Shakespeare" B."
They have reached the veranda.
'Let us sit out here for q while; it is
50 cool and lovely"
The man draws forward two deep
chairsa and the woman removes her hat.
Her dress of creamy white stuff, with
rich lace about her throat, sets off the
brilliant beauty of face and the per-
feet form. The hair is parted and
drawn plainly back in the latest mode,
and this is Janet at twenty-seven, the
wife of man who has numberless
pictures in the academy, whose name
Is known in this and nearly every
other country, but man as modest
and unassuming rs man could be.
They have seen that same old play
tonight; the star who had almost
asked Janet to wait for his return,
and who probably had not thought of
her twice in all these years, had played
that same old splendid character and
Janet has sat and listened to him with
tho keenest enjoyment. She is not
thinking of him now, however.
81 had a letter from home to-day"
she says. dad writes that mother is
not very we'll and wants me to come
down and bring Rachel. Don't you
want to go, too, Robert?"
He thinks of the picture that is to
be finished to hang on the line. "You
mustn't tempt me, Janet, but you go
and take little Ray. 1t will do you
both good. will take you down and
bring you back"
"And you don't mind if I am not
here to meet the people from abroad,
and will you cancel our engagement
with the Murrays at the shore?"
Certainly. Don't we owe every.
thing to dad-mustn't we establish q
precedent for Rachel?"
"Robert, do you know told dad
ten years ago that wanted to live in
Bohemia, and he said in his letter to-
day: You will find the same old seat
under the chestnut. Maybe it isn't
like Bohemia, but it's mighty pleas
ant.
"And you found Bohemia, Janet
Don't you know that Bohemia is every
where? 1t was under the chestnut
when You were girl; it was in your
studio when you were sketching; it Is
here under the pear trees now. When
you bound Bohemia, sweetheart, you
do not say it is bounded on the north
by this country or that, and on the
south by something else; you say it is
bounded above by the blue sky oi
heaven and on every side by Gods
free air and sunshine"
why, you are poet, Robert"
"No, dear, only Bohemian"
And with her arm through his she
crosses the veranda and together they
go i'll to little Rachel. Chicago News