The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-08-15
THE TRAIN CANNOT WAIT

She is just 1s, with golden hair aut
gray eyes-large gray eyes that laugl
just as well as her red lips; her figure
though little frail, makes one think
what n pretty woman she will be soon
Her hands and arms are those of q
.child-is she not still a child? Clara
left school but a-fortnight ago. She
is the beloved and only daughter of 2
rich miller in the neighborhood ot
Avesnes.
Nothing is more poetical than mill
in the country. 1t does not disturb the
silence of the air with it's monotonous
tic-tac; on the contrary, its noise,
strong and regular, is like an accom-
poniment to the many other noises OF
the wind, and of the trees, and of the
birds. Clara was charmed with it all.
During few days after her arrival
the whole house was upset, making and
receiving calls, dinner parties, dancing
parties. lawn tennis; the days were not
long enough to hold their pleasures.
Then all was quiet at the mill.
In the orchard, which was large, the
walks were spread over with sand,
ed a beautiful shady grove. This was
Clara's favorite nook; here she would
go and read poetry. She had been given
the works of Lamartine, beautifully
bound. Now, Lamartine, is very ten
der poet, and Clara was still in her
teens, and this was summer, and the
fragrance of the flowers and the muir
muir of the breeze acted on her young
mind; and through this book she would
dream of things she had never dreamed
of before.
One day her mother asked her il she
remembered her cousin Albert.
"Oh, yes, indeed" said she. This an
swer came from her heart; she blush ID
and from her neck TO her brow she
felt that sort Of electricity that is pro
duced by n little shame and greet
pleasure. ...."
"Well." said her mother, lyon will
See him very soon" ..'
Clara was about TO say: "Oh, how
glad l am" but she thought it more
proper to say nothing,
And why was she silent? Twill tell
you. It was because she had read La
MARITIME. Why! does poetry make ore
false? Well. don't know. but it speaks
of love-and what is love?
SWELL" said Clara, II have not seen
him for two years. / suppose he is
schanged!"
"Not more than yo,i," said her mother,
casting a loving glance of admiration
to her daughter; "you were little girl
when you went away-you are young
lady now"
Clara ran off TO her beloved grove TO
hide the bushes on her cheeks and the
beatings Of her heart. She sat down.
drew from her pocket her volume OF
poetry, but read not line.
Albert arrived few days before he
was expected, but she was thinking OF
him. She always had roses on her
checks, but these roses changed into
peonies when she saw him, and her
hands trcmbled. He took hold of those
hands and kissed her on both cheeks.
lie was medical student who had not
yet in his brain the least thought OF
ANYTHING serious; he had suddenly dis
covered in himself vocation for the
beautiful science of Acscuapius, that
he might go to Paris to spend few
years of his life and waste few thou
sands of his fathers francs.
"Ah! little cousin" said he, you ar,
pretty now. Why, am afraid l shall
fall in love with YOU"
She looked at him, not knowing what
to say.
''lIave you forgotten the good times
we had in this garden, and over there in
the woods?"
-.Oh, no." said she.
And when we would go rowing ant
/ would scare you by swinging to ant
fro in the boat to capsize you" ...
"Oh, no, 1 remember it all"
"Then why don't you put your arms
around my neck and say pleasant thing!
10 me as you did then?' ...
~Tdon't know" she faltered.
Then he said to himself: This cousiI
of mine must be little simpleton."
WELL" said he, aloud, land what II
This book?"
"Lamartine. It is beautiful"
II don't think so. think it stupid
then seeing that she was somewha
abashed, he added: "Why does it dis
please you that / should not care TO
Iamartine?"
I'D. because l love his poems"
4 well, IL / read poetry want Alfre'
de Mussct. shall send you his work
when get to Paris"
At this moment they heard a quicl
and firm step on the sandy walk, and
young man came upon them.
Excuse me, mademoiselle," said he
have just learned that Albert is her
and have come to shake hands,"
An old saying came to Clara's mind
Two Is company; three 10. a crowd
She was too well behaved to hey II, 81