The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1897-01-12

FL act romantic drama,
v II written in the purest
S\V blank verse. As the
N J authors mind con
~ iured the scene of
luxury and rrincely prodigality lie
became unmimlful that his own room
was little attic apartment, with nc
clrpet, one chair, rough table. II
narrow couch and tallow dip. Now
he grouped the characters together
thee pairs of lovers, juvenile lovers
AMI elderly whimsical loFers-and the
curtain amid such witty lines as de.
light Parisiln audience. The play
was completed and Claude was-hun.
cry. 1t is one thing TO be hungry and
another thing to be abe to appease
hunger. Claude rumiuated mournful.
ly upon the felicity OF all the charac.
tiers OF tho piece, blessed with abun.
dance, and upon his own misery.
Poet and drRmatist Had he known
what was IN store for him he would
have learned trade. "All tho same
shall go TO bed without any supper"
commented Claude, casting hungry
glances at tho candle and being in a
frame OF mind TO appreciate all the
marvellous tales he had read of ship.
wrecked mariners md their appetites
Tor all manner Of miscellaneous arti.
Giles, such MS n hit OF shoe. This train
OF thought was interrupted by knock
at tho door.
Come in" said Claude, aud stout
man, with n rather Aorid face, fash.
ionably dressed, entered. He bowed
politely, surveying the room with con
siderable surprise.
I'M. Claude Morain ?" he asked.
eyes, sir, answered the poet.
81 come on business matter, sir. 8"
Every well; be seated"
And Claude handed him the only
chair, sitting on the couch himself.
Inc visitor busted the chair carefully
and then proceeded to occupy it gin
gerly.
"What can do for you?" asked the
young mau.
You are u poet, L understGnd?"
81 have written poems, sir"
We'll, / want to engage your ser
vices. l want you to write me one
poem q day and I'll pay you we'll for
it. Let me see :; I'll pay you ten francs
IL poem"
Ten francs day Claude thought
he was dreaming. But he strove to
conceal his 10y and inquired as coldly
us possibly:
What magazine do you own, may
nsk?"
"None."
What newspaper?"
None"
"But l don't understand.
want the poem for myself. They
will not be published"
"WilI you explain furth5r?"
DWELL, you see, NJ. Claude, the
matter stands just like this. l am paw
ing attention to a certain Young lady F..
that young lady is sentimental 70.
mantle, full of moonshine and non.
sense. | must win her, for she is not
only beautiful and aristocratic. but
has considerable fortune. Now. 1
don't seem to have made as much
progress as ] should have done, so I've
made up my mind to feed her mood
upon rhymes, iambics, verses, stanzas.
lyrics and go on. I can't write them
myself, but that doesn't matter. One
can always buy what he wants in this
worldif he has money. So my PROPOSE
ton is this: Taking out his purse. 5
You are TO write one poem a dav,
such as lover would address TO n ro.
mantle girl just out Of school. These
poems l propose TO send.
'And she will conclude you wrote
them?' asked the amused aud vet m
uoyed poet.
"Why not?"
Really, sir, you arc novel kin
Of lover"
Confess that it was good stroke
Of diplomacy, laughed the visitor.
''To deceive n grip"
Pooh She'll get over her roman.
tic ioncies. AIl women do. You hos.
itate? Think OF what ten francs will
do for you every day TO will buy Won
plenty 20 eat and plenty to drink. Be.
sides, il You don't do it, someone else
viii, for I'm bound 60 carry her on
from oil my rivals.
"WeU, I consont. The first poem
will be ready tomorrow. Now what
is she likef"
Rather tall, good looking, yes,
stunning girl
"But, " said The poet, 'I must hav,
further details What color are hoi
cyesf'
81 don know"
"Ani her hairs'
ga sort OF brown, think"
"N bat flowers docs she prefcr?"
"dow can tc.Ig"
What boz. docs sho likof"
OF never asked her."
''N hpt Is hnr flvorifc sonata"
Glow do you thukI can auswc,
such absurd tons?' angrily de
handed ihe visitor.
OF dcs roi 10 learn her tempern
meut more exactly" replied tho poe
h1mbIy However, 1t doesn't mat
tlr'
"Noj Of course it doesn't Nov