The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-29


ed, one in his liberty the other in her
legitimate pride. found equally hateful
the chain which bound them 10 each
other. Their sufferings We're equal. but
the manifestation Of their feelings was
different. The nightingale became hasIy.
fantastic and Ette-. He gave vent
sometimes TO his feelings in songs OF
such ironic and harsh anger that an the
young flowers trembled on their stems.
The rose on the contrary. remained calm
ana sweet, and brooced over her desola-
As the young birds saw her decline day
by day, she who was formerly so fresh
and so beautiful they shuddered with
pain, and dared not give themselves up
10 their loves.
who can then be happy" said they.
IF Rose IS not happy"
They thus passed all their days I'm sad
ness, hoping for nothing, and not know
ing what they desired.
one day, nevertheless, the nightingale
seemed 10 regain his spirits. His eyes,
which We're now nearly always closed,
opened again to the light of day and
shone with their former brilliancy: his
wings agitated themselves hriskly. and his
voice, which he seemed TO have lost
came back TO him all at once. When night
closed in, he began to sing as during the
nrst days, and as then. strange though IL
seems, he sang of love.
The rose recognized these favorite
sounds, and thought Sc perceived in them
last ray of hope. SO long as the night
ingale sang she gave herself up to bliss
full musings, and when he finished she
fell asleep. Graded with the happiest
dreams.
Alas! her awakening was as sad as her
sleep had been joyous. She saw the night
lngale arouse himself as the previous day,
but she felt that she was not the cause.
He kept his eyes all the time upon lit
tie daisy which doomed i'm the adjoining
meadow, and he made repeated efforts to
reachl, her, being only kept back by his
Seeing this, poor Rose could no longer
restrain herself.
ssKKrl,,- si,, 81, "a q. 81. a..
you look continually at that daisy2"
Because she plcases mo-" he replied.
And how is il that she pleases you2
BY her beauty Am / not a hundred times
more beautiful? by her perfumes? And
yet she hardly emits a faint odor. where
as /, with single movement of my petals.
FIJI the whole garden with fragrance. Is
it by her youth? But she was born In the
spring. and l burst forth under the rays
of ;he summer sun. Tell me what pleases
you"
~ do not know; but I love her"
You love heri and r.
you! | hate your
Al the rcsentments of outraged pride:
all the torments of jealousy; all the an
guish of despair, took possession at once
of the heart of the unfortunate rose. She
felt with the first shock as If she would
ISOLATION But thereupon, she resolved to
end worthily at least her existence.
81 viii not keep you by force" she said
to the nightingale, 81 repudiate your love,
! give you back your vows; go! you are
free
The nightingale hesitated a moment.
astonished al such calmness and iirmness.
Then he said:
IAN does not depend upon your will ]
promised the spirit
Aroused 10y the birds powerful voice
the spirit appeared.
why have you called me?" he harsh
"The NIGHTINGALE and J." replied the
rose, do not wish TO live together any
longer, and we want you to break the in
visible chain which unites us"
"Impossibiew said the spirit
"Why?"
"Because-"
but we do not love each other any
more" said the rose.
so much the worse
'13uV if you compel US TO live to-
gether," said the nightingale, 1--WE shall
die"
"wen die. then" he replied, as he few
away.
nightingales prediction. In few days
she fell into a state of hopeless languor
| her color faded completely; her leaves fel
/ one after another, and her head, droop
search of a tomb. She did not com
/ plain. she shed no tear, but prepared tC
/ die as calmly as she had lived.
When the fatal moment arrived, the
/ nightingale, who had followed with evel
/ increasing pain the progress of her dis
| ease, felt a horrible sense of desolatior
]
20 Rose" he cried, between his sobs
| sit is i who have killed you! You have
/ given me happiness and / have cause
| your death. o wretch, wretch, that l am
/ Why did 1 ever meet you? Why did
/ ever trouble your gentle and calm eX
/ istence? Without me you would have
/ lived happy. my beloved Rose. And yet
/ 1 loved you! l have never loved any bu
youl I cannot understand what horrible
I fatality made me torture you, but love-
you. DO not die. and you viii see how
THfaNH to 70 MT N
/ happy once more. Come back so that
shall not die of remorse and dispair"'
/ THANK you" she replied raising gent
" her dropping head, thank you 70
/ those sweet accents; they WILL however
! but serve TO tighten my last hour. 1t ha
come. / know It well; do not let remors
trouble you. 1t is not your fault if
have suffered: it Is the fault of this un
fortunate earth. If you had not heel
loved me always. ] feel It, my own Blu
/ bull it is not the heart which failed you
I il is liberty. Do not give way to despair
We shall see each other in a bet
( ter world, where hearts are not chain
| ed together Adieu! / die loving you"
And bending forward over her friend
/ she expired with divine smile on he
pale features
At this moment the spirit passed witt
| a great beating of wings.
you are free" he said to the nightin
gale.
THANK YOU" was the only reply
He shed no tear, but gave the rose
last fond kiss, stretched out his wings an
scared aloft Immediately above her; the
| suddenly closing them, fell dead by tn
side of his companion. A. NJ