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

rays OF the sun before the delicate eIim-
mering OF the moon. AT first this tran
sition was internal, and nothing was al
tered in their relationships or at least
very little.
The nightingale, who had always re-
manned near his beloved Rose began 10
fly around her. but never as far even as
the next plant. Nevertheless. when the
rose, who slept-strange as it may Scent
in the broad daylight. woke up at the
sound OF his wings, she was seized with
vague terror as she saw her dear Bubul
so Tar away from her. Happily Bubul,
who always followed her with his ewes
perceiving that she paled, fastened to her
side to comfort her.
Many days pasSed thus. They still re-
peated 70 each other the same endear-
ments, they still bestowed upon each other
the same. caresses, and the inward change
was disguised beneath the perfect uni
formity of their outward existence. At
length, however, some new symptoms
manifested themselves
One evening the rose had fallen asleep
before her accustomed hour The moon
shed her pale rays over the silent garden.
The air was soft and still. The nightin-
gale yielding TO the charms of the beau
ttful evening, began to dream Of the
nights IN his own country. He remem-
bered the deep azure of the sky, glsten-
ing with the fire of countless stars and
the never ending murmuring of the sea
on the sandy shore. And after the nights
the days, he saw again the vast fields
bathed in the ardent rays of the sun, and
the hoary heads of the mountains pro-
black masses of virgin forests overshad-
owing the far stretching prairies decked
with the yellow corn.
And in the midst of these immensities.
he saw again, near an elegant
palm tree by the side of a
murmuring fountain, bower OF
sweet jasmins, where gamholed together
a family of nightingales, his own, alas!
There he saw his mother who had nour-
ished him and whom he should never see
again. and his brothers who were growing
III wifi inn nd W. a
love him.
Poor Bubul felt himself becoming home
sick and remembering in his sorrow the
sycamore tree, which he had abandoned
in his first transports of love. suddenly
flew toward Il and pcrched himself upon
one OF its branches. The transplanted
tree received his cOmpatriOt with gentle
tremblings, and seemed 10 invite him to
talk to him of their own country. The
nightingale did not hesitate but began at
once to raise his voice i'm the silence of
the night and to sing of the miseries of
exile and the torments of absence.
The whole garden listened with the
same admiration as the first time. The
rose alone. who had Weakened up on hear
ing these well known accents, listened but
to suffer. She found as did the other.
his voice as melodious as before. and his
modulations as pure, but she understood
that BubuPs heart was more full. As he
felt the need of singing, IL was because
love alone no longer sufiiced; as he re-
GREETED the vast horizons Of his
he felt himself confined IN their small
garden. And she began TO weep.
The nightingale continued singing, and
the rose continued weeping
The next morning on Weakening, Bubul
found Rose pale and tired. He said moth
ing but thought to himself, She is not as
| beautiful as she was yesterday" and by
a natural transition, And If she should
be less beautiful tomorrow than to-day!
| If she were to fade awayv'
They were sad during the whole day;
/ one fearing he might love less, and the
other feeling that she was already less
Several days and nights passed thus.
| and this state of things became aggra-
! waited by reason of its continuance. one
morning, the nightingale, after noticing
| that the rose was paler aBd more de-
/ jected than usual, looked round on the
! other couples In the garden, who were
united as they with the indestructible
chain, and saw that all the flowers droop-
1 ed and faded before their time, and that
/ the birds were weary, taciturn and
gloomy, whilst on the contrary, all the
\ flowers that were free. opened themselves
! out. drank in the suns warmth and were
/ full of life and freshness, and the free
/ birds sported in the foliage and filled
/ the air with their gay songs.
Dear Rose" her companion said. "dc
| you notice the difference which exists be-
tween the united couples in the garden
"What difference?" asked timidly the
rose, who saw it too well.
DO you not find that they are less
happy"
well, yes,y replied the poor flower
who could not tell an untruth.
And do you know the reason?"
Very likely because they do not love
/ each other"
That is not it. 1t is because they ar,
/ not free"
The rose bent down her head sadly with
out replying. The nighting gale had spoken
/ but too truly. 1t was the absence Of lib
erty which rendered the other couple.
unhappy; and to them also, alas! this
! liberty was wanting.
The rose herself did not regret this
! For her to be without care, was to b,
| free. Brought up in this small garden
she had seen nothing beyond it's horizon
| and longed for nothing beyond its Dor
ders. All her days had been passed il
night. to warm herself during tn,
day in the suns rays, to hear the gent,
| breeze and see the blue sky, was all sh,
| desired She passed her life in feelins
else, and since the day that she knew
what it was to love, her existence hao
| been complete.
But with the nightingale II had beer
very different Accustomed since his in
| fancy to movement and activity, he hal
| contracted profound and continual rest
lessness. The present was for him bu
the path to the future. He seemed fl
! short, born for desire, as the rose was 70
! enjoyment, so that above all else, he priz
| ed liberty. Liberty for him was the ca
PRECIOUS digit across the plains the head
| long race on the wings of the wind tn
! sweet rest on an unknown rock; it wa
/ the frolicksome gambols amidst tn
branches of the trees, the pursuit of fleet
( ing harmOnies the unexpected discover
! of hidden perfumes and the eternal seek
| ing of something new
| Since he had pronounced and heard thi
word liberty, all his former life cam
back to his mind, and with the remem
brance came a thousand regrets and
! thousand desires.
He remained the whole day quiet an
| detected by the side of the silent and tear
| full rose. In the evening, the flower
worn out, fell asleep, and the bird, ex
| allied by the constraint, begin singing
/ with wild enthusiasm the delights OF lib
/ erty. Little by little, becoming trans
ported with his song, and being mpas
/ stoned with the wildness of his own ac
cents, his soul burst forth into deliriou
I harmonies.
During a pause, when he stopped to re
| cover his breath, he suddenly heard 4
/ the silence Of the night, a voice slmila
TO his own, repeating Joyfully his owl
! song, and seeming 10 invite him to wan
der forth in brotherly companiOnshir
I Then, forgetting all else, ne darted off L
/ his unknown friend. He had however
! scarcely started when a sudden and grea
shock cast him mOtionless By the size O
1 the rose.
She was suddenly aroused by the strok
, blow OF the chain which fastened her 4
! the nightingale, and she heard his heart
[ rehdlng cry as he fell. She bent over him
I fun Of terror and despair, seeking 10 re