Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1895-08-03
FROSTBURG Md, SATURDAY, AUGUST 3, 1895.

Jacques, and on the following Sunday
called upon her. l spoke no word. I
ventured scarcely to raise my eyes, but
would willingly have thrown myself
thousand times into fire or water to
again draw upon me the solicitous glance
of the beautiful maiden.
"In the evening invented for myself
the most marvellous heroic deeds where
with would fain have aroused her as
tonishment and compelled her admira-
tion. Anything else l neither desired
nor expected. The unconscious dawn Of
love in tho heart of youth belongs with
its peculiarities only to pure childhood
1.-THE young Heart is foolishly happy in
sacrifice, quietly content and blindly
concoited and vain 1t cannot yet love,
it needs but to be loved and admired; tt,
bestow happiness is not its object, and
the only joy it knows is blissful uE-
rest; its only need, to receive love with
out bestowing it. In after years one
gives without receiving and is very well
off with that. So everything in the
world is arranged in tho best manner,
where there are people who find their
Joy in giving, and others who are hap
piest in receiving.
"But how short and sweet is the one
time when one gives and receives, when
one loves and is beloved l have known
it, but she who then made me so mex
possibly happy has now left me- How
beautiful was the world when l saw it
with her; how blue the heaven; how
;,,I IN
from place to place, and wherever we
went, laughingly joy stepped forth to
greet us, begging us to linger. We went
laughing, singing, rejoicing along, as
sured of our good fortune everywhere.
Sometimes our riotous delight, over
stepping all bounds. startled sober peo-
pie. But the stern glance softened when
it rested upon us: They are young.
Let them enjoy themselves, said the
old, and went along sorrowfully smil-
ing She clung SO tightly to my arm,
she nestled SO closely to my side, that
I thought I could never lose her The
idea of Il possible change never came to
me, never troubled me. Thus l lived a
long time. Weeks, months, years flew
by, and needed them not.
Zone evening, after we had spent the
day yet more madly and mcrrily than
usual, she suddenly appeared to me dis
contented and cold. A terrible fear
which l am not able to describe fell
upon mo. An icy coldness crcpt over me-
She will leave you, said to myself,
certainly, surely, she will leave you.
1t occurred to me how little [ had really
concerned myself about her, how per-
haps had expected too much of her truth
and constancy. For the first time I felt
my trust in myself and in her waver,
and anxiously I gazed into her eyes.
But her glance turned wearily from me
and gave me no answer.
my rest was gone, my life no more
tho same. 1t is truo she still pressed me
impetuously to her bosom again and
again, but the sweetness of her kiss had
vanished. Often she pushed me coldly
away, and l saw to my unutterable sor-
row that my love wearied her. And
when 1 once at q later hour returned
homo, tired and detected, found the
room dark, cold and empty. She, my
joy, my light, my all, had vanished.
"Now began miserable existence for
me. The loss that had suffered gnawed
at my heart, but my care was to conceal
this loss from the world. I endeavored
to show cheerful, happy countenance.
sought the society Of gay young peo-
pie. bestowed great and hitherto un-
known and ridiculed care upon my per-
son and toilet. My encmies said of me
that had for long timo rouged in Or
der to hide the palencss Of my cheeks.
That is not true, but may as well con-
fcss that l bought a littlo flask of newly
invented tincture that was torestore the
color of youth to my whitening hair.
"This hypocritical farce did not long
continue. l was soon tired of the strife,
and today the opinion of the world trou-
bles me no more. know that my dar-
ling has left me; that nothing will
bring her back. and every one who knows
me may perceive and recognize in my ap-
pearance the loss which l suffered. But
| ever lament the lost one. She is want
ing everywhere. Nothing, nothing can
tako her place to me, and would will
ingly give everything I possess and ev-
cry joy and happiness that is prepared
for me to once again call her mine, to
once more live through that beautiful,
f1eeting time, during which alone 1 was
happy"
CASTOR ceased, and stared fixedly into
the dying fire, and fell to the characteris-
tic, slow rubbing of his emaciated hands.
'What is the name of this wonderful
haiOD2o asked tbo cOuDtocc
"My youth" answered Gaston, with
ont turning his eyes from the fire.
From tho German For Short Stories
Emerson For Woman Suffrage.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, in Phi