Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1896-12-18
TRAIN CAN'T WAIT.

She is just IS. with golden hair ard
gray oyes-large gray eyes that laugh
just as well as her rcd lips. Ter lgur7.
though a little frail, makes one think
what q pretty woman she viii be
Her hands and arms are those Of q
child. Is she not still a child? Clara
left school bat a fortnight ago. She is
the beloved and only daughter Of a rich
miller in the neighborhood Of Avcsnos.
Nothing is more poetical than a mill
in the country. 1t docs not disturb the
silence Of the air with its monotonous
tick tack. On the contrary, its noise,
strong and regular, is like nm o
paniment to the many other noises OF
the wind, and Of the trees, and Of tho
birds. Clara was charmed with it all.
During a few days after her arrival
the whole house was upset, making and
receiving calls, dinner parties, dancing
parties, lawn tcnnis-tho days were not
long enough to hold their pleasures.
Then all was quiet at the mill.
In tho orchard, which was large. tho
walks wero spread over with sand, and
the trees. loaded with fruit, afforded q
beautiful, shady grove. This was Clara'a
favorito nook. Here she would go and
read poetry. She had been given the
works OF Lamartine, beautifully bound.
Now, Lamartine is q very tender poet,
and Clara was still in her teens, and
this was summer and the fragrance OF
the flowers and the murmur Of tho
breeze acted ON her ytcng mind, and
through this book she would dream Of
things that she had never dreamed Of
before.
One day her mother asked her if she
remembered her cousin Albert.
"Oh, yes. indccdr' said she. This
answer came from her heart. She
blushed, and from her neck TO her brow
she felt that sort Of electricity hat is
produced by n little shame and Il great
pleasure.
well" said her mother, you viii
sec him very SOON"
Clara was about to say, ooh! how
glad l Gm,' but she thought it more
proper 10 say nCthlhS.
And why was she silent? 1 will tell
you-it was because sie had read Lamar
tine. Why does pretty poetry make ono
false? Well, l don'tEnow, but it speaks
Of lovc-and what is love?
"Wcll, " said Clara, II have not seen
him for two years. 1 suppose he is
changed.
mot more than you, " said her moth
or, casting n loving glance Of admiration
at her daughter. you were Il little CIR.
when you went away. You are a young
lady now"
Clara ran of to her beloved grove tt
hide the bushes on her cheeks and the
beatings Of her heart. She sat down,
drew from her pocket her volume o.
poetry. but read not q line.
y y
Albert arrived a few days before h,
was expected, but she was thinking o
him. She always had roses o. he.
cheeks, but these roses changed in
peonies when she saw him, and he
hands trembled. He took hold of thos
hands and kissed her on both checks.
Ho was a medical student who haC
not yet in his brain the least thought o
anything serious. He had suddenly dis
covered in himself a vocation for tn.
beautiful science Of Hsculapius, that hr
might go to Paris to spend a few year
Of his life md waste u few thousands o
his fathers francs.
"Ah. little cousin" said he, "ycr
are pretty now. Why, l am afraid
shall fall IN love with you"
She looked at him, not knowing wha
TO say.
"Have you forgotten the good time
we mad in this garden and Owe Their
in the woods?"
"Oh, no, " said she.
"And when we would go rowing AM
/ would scare you by swinging to au'
fro in the boat to capsize your"
"Oh, no. 1 remember it all.
"Then why don't you put your arm
around my neck and say pleasant thins
TO me as you did them"
81 don't know" she faltorcd.
Then he said TO himself, This cousil
Of mine must be a little simpleton."
"Well," said he, aloud, ''and wha
is this book?'
"Lamartine. II is beautiful. "
II don't think SO. Think it stupid.
Then, seeing that she was somcwha
abashed, he added. "Why does it dis
please you that l shoald not care 20
Lamartinc?'
Because / love his poems.
"Well, if l read poetry want Alfre
de Musset. l shall send you his work
when | get 10 Paris"
At this moment they heard a quic
and firm step on tho sandy walk, and
young man came upon them.
Excuse me, msdemoiselle. " said h
81 have just learned that Albert is her
and / have come TO shake hands"
An old saying came to ClIra's mind
1.-TWO is company, three is a crowd.
She wa too well behaved to say il, 6
she left the two young men together
When alone, she reflected that Albe'
was a very nice cousin, and might max
avery good husband. Asfor his friend
tyell. he was q very good looking ma