Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1895-05-09
MOONLIGHT TRYST.

! berry this night air with SAVIOR OF damp
ness stir, the clusters of white flowers,
| and the shower of star shaped blossoms
/ falls silently like pcrfumed snow.
| \ curly dark head peeps over the top oil
| the ladder, and a voice that wishes to DC
| firm betrays a slight tremor, hesitatihs
between the syllables;
Ma ria
| Il am here. Bot, for heavens sake,
speak low. There is still light in papa $
| room. oh, dear me- m so frightened!
| haven't any blood in my veinsl'
Come farther this way Don't be
| afraid, Come under the shadow of the
/ branches: so--no. farther this way
| She advanced with little, uncertain,
short steps. Her slender white figure,
still almost that OF child, flies along the
1 gravel Of the path. She creuches trein-
| bling at the foot of the low wall, among
/ the branches Of dropping ivy, and looks
! up toward the laughing eyes which shine
/ through the leaves.
'0h. Alfredo And if you fall and hurt
4 yoursclff'
The idea My poor little dove, You
! are all like that, YOU women! l. instead,
difficulties animate me! They spur moon
ward; th,y ylectgify me! For You l WohId
. be capal 10 If much more Maria, do you
care for me,
Yes. ~p.ai, low. l hgtr crcakinE. -
1t is the wind DO you care for me?
+ Swear it.!
I swear it. Don't jaggle Tie ladder
/ Iook-oh. the ladder is tattering'
4 need your love in order 70 struggle
+ against life! Y mass Of hlockheads, Of
/ scoundrel,, q idiots! But we will triumph
/ over everything If you Will only -
What
BE strong and faithful BE my muse
and my poetry.
But am. Only, you know, papa is
SO strict, he would like to have me play
dolls yet, and he says that you =
/ What, Speak! am prepared for ev-
erything What did he say am superior
to these trides Tell met
! That you are naughty boy; that you
would do better to be at your lessons and
that II he catches YOU
Interruption. The wind laughs among
the trees with soft little murmur OF
irony.
Are you weeping, TREASURED will
ayenge your tears one by onel'
Yes"
The sweet, musical little voice is lost in
a stammer OF sobs
Your father is barbarian, n tyrant
like mine, but no matter Love Is ilsnt
is power; 1t brushes obstacles, Levels am,
culties-in few years you Will DE mime.
Yes, but If yoa do not pass the exam
ination. ="
I shall pass it \ thing OF DO account!
The teacher has dislike 10 me-lmasthe
what beast! Maria, have brought you
something. have kissed II 50 lnHch-
Promise. darling, that you will keep i a
EfaD il SlllI Ia
withered Take it, No, your hahds-no
your apron.
She holds forth spread, her ample child
ish apron, and he throws down, light as j."
flake, a urge Velyety pansy, with tHteN'
soft petals dotted with gold, which seem
like the ardent eyes Of living person.
She takes it into her tremh !in9 h;tr
hands and places it upon her lips with
idolatrous fcrvor.
Swear to me that you will not be false
to me, insists the fervid lover Of 10 years
of age. " BY the memory u your mother
promise me that you Will not be an
others
She vccps a little more loudly.
Poor mamma.
If she secs me from heaven!
.She will not be pleased with mel
/ Indeed l am doing wrong
"How dark it Isl
And il papa should suspect
"And If your
What ideas. Maria! They are sound
asleep At their age one does not know
ANYTHING Of love any longer-do you IN.
derstand, They don't remember what it
means to love like you and me- without
fears. without cowardlinesses, with full
meas of felicity, with that intoxication''-
This phrase, read In a realistic novel,
appears unwilling to be recalled with ex-
actitude. And perhaps 1t is on this &C