The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-29
STORY OF THE LOVES OF A NIGHTTIME ale AND
A ROSE
ny - BUTTERFLY.
4 ROSE,

her beauty. The sun, to obtain her
smiles, warmed her daily with his tender
rays. while by night the dew bathed her
with its purest tears, and hourly the
gentle breeze caressed her with its soft
est zephyrs.
But the rose cared neither for the sun,
nor for the dew. nor for the breeze; happy
and without a care, she revealed in the
present, without a regret for the past
or wish for the future, whilst love. all
unconscious, lay sleeping in the depths
of her soul. surrounded by the perfumes
rising from the recesses of her calyx.
Nevertheless from the warm countries
of the east, where he was born, a nightin-
gale had wandered forth, urged on by a
vague restlessness and an intense curl
Osity. He had forsaken, for places I'M
known and for an uncertain future, the
jasmin bower which covered him with
its foliage and perfumed him with its
flowers; the mysterious nest where he had
slept under the wings of his mother; the
love of his family; the games of his COM
panions; the tree whence he had made
his first attempts to fly, and the echo of
his first songs.
And he wandered the world over, be-
holding, listening, dreaming. singing.
attaching himself to nothing, stopping
nowhere.
Toward the close of a certain day he
arrived, tired with his journey, and dis
couraged by the solitude, in the garden
where the rose was. and at once perched
himself upon the branch of a sycamore
tree, which reminded him Of his native
country, and, just as fun of melancholy
sympathy, he was about to tell his broth
er in exile of his loneliness and weari-
ness in strange land, the capricious
esftr- nd n hos rin -
wings the perfumes 1T had taken from the
queen of the garden.
The nightingale raised its head and at
once perceived the rose swaying on her
stem, as If to salute the setting sun which
gided her with its last rays.
And the nightingale loved the rose.
The rose scarcely noticed that close to
her was a bird, with a small body, poor
plumage and deprived of voice-the night
lngale having adhered to his proud habit
of being silent during the day, in the
midst of the confused noise of the vulgar
songsterS-so, as the twilight deepened
she drew her mantle around her ana fell
into happy and untroubled sleep as was
her wont.
But when night had spread her impen-
etrable cloak of darkness around all
things visible, and when sleep had hush
ed in it's bosom all the sounds of nature,
the nightingale, king of silence and of
shade, felt that his hour was come, and
commenced singing.
He opened up with a prelude of vague
and capricious sounds, thrown out, as
it were, by every muscle of his mar
Velous throat, and with the clever care
lessness of the musician, who tries at the
same time the tone and the strength OF
his instrument that curiosity may be
aroused and attention eagerly given. Then
he was silent for moment as If to
collect himself.
The garden, having been aroused by
these wonderful accents, woke up. The
blades of grass, which had laid down to
sleep, raised their tapered heads to listen
the flowers, half-opening their leaves,
exposed for once their pist.ls to
the freshness of the night; the
trees shook their foliage, and the birds,
recognizing at once their master, trem-
bled with admiration and envy.
The rose had heard as the others; little
by little she had raised her bowed head,
/ stretched out her petals, opened her doors
and drank in with all her senses the divine
music.
| of such profound desolation, then she al
| lowed herself to be carried away by the
flights of his enrapturing folly, and al
length became intoxicated with the magic
cIp overfiowing with melodies of love.
And when, an hour later, the nightingale
went around the garden to see who slept
and who kept watch in the silence or the
night, he found none awake but the rose,
who was trembling on her stem, still pal
plating and half faint with emotion.
And, all unconsciously, the rose loved
the nightingale.
He, now sure of no other listeners, be-
gan again to sing with his indefatigable
voice, but new song, directed espeela lly
to the rose; a sweeter song than all the
others, in which he related his life, his
love, his desires and his hopes.
When the day dawned, the rose sought
with her eyes her conquerOr amid the
birds lowering around, but she found him
not She already began to fear that hav-
ing charmed her he had flown far away
from her, when all at once the nightingale
gently approaching, asked her name. Al
the first sound of his voice the rose rec
ognized him and replied with trembling
my name is Rose"
30, beautiful Rose; 1 love you"
And what is your Manner
II love you, o Bubulw
And the two lovers united their souls in
one long embrace.
by a great sound of wings, and saw a
spirit approaching them.
do you know me?' said the spirit in
| severe tones.
mo" replied the nightingale.
81 know you," said the rose, you are
the genius to whom is conhded the care
of this garden. To you belongs here al
right and power, and your will IS tho
| law of our existence"
ut is so. Do you know the customs
| of this garden?"
Eyes, all of them"
when a bird and a flower love eacr
other, and when they wish to be all in
! all to each other, you know what is re-
quired of them?"
Yes"
And you, Stranger"
81" replied the nightingale, know thai
| in my country, we love when and whom
we wish, and we do what we like; oul
life is simple as the waves and free as
the air."
Here everything is regulated, and every
| action is guided by laws. When two
| beings wish to devote themselves to each
| other, and enjoy together the sweets OF
/ love, they must swear to remain eternal
/ ly united and allow themselves to be
| Joined together by me to an indestructible
| although invisible chain. Will you submit
| to our customs?'
81 will not renounce my liberty"
"Well then, leave this garden at once
/ and never return"
The nightingale opened gently his wings
| and turning at the same time upon the
rose a look of despair, began to rise in
the air. The rose paled and allowed her
! dying head to droop. The nightingale
/ stopped in his lowering course.
Coz said the genius.
"Neverw said the nightingale. hasten
| ing to the rose. Life I'D your head be
| loved and look at your lover who comes
! back to be always with you. ! feel that
! half my life Is in you, my dear one, anC
1 Car from YOU il would have lost half its
! charms What is liberty to me now? Lib
crtv is good for the unfortunate and in
! constant ones: 1t is useless for the happy
| and the faithful To live always wifi
/ Won IS TO be cternally happy, and who
can complain Of an eternity OF happiness
20. Bubul, how / bless you. You have
! brought me back to life. without you
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