Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-03-02

IllDIuluS.
The bluebells We're out when Mary was
yet young, and the floor of the wood was
gorgeous with the blues and green's of ma
lures enameling. The young man had
prophesied it with "A note of Interrogation,
and the maiden had recognized the note
and promised to verify the prophecy.
Which all goes to show that spring in the
veins may work strange anomalies; that
young man with key should plead with
a trespasser; that maid should promise
when by rights she should plead.
The sun god was more ardent than in
the time of the primroses though the leafy
shades were stronger in the protective
power; the whole air was warmer and
more heavily scented and filled with a
faint hum of insects which had been lack.
ing before.
"If all were as it should be''- began
the maid smiling.
The young man looked down at her as
she sat upon tree trunk with sheaf OF
languid bluebells lying across her lap.
If all were as it should be?' he queried
and waited
''Then you should prove to be the squire
of high degree" And the maid laughed
out amusedly
''And you, !" he added, "the willful heir.
ess-or the beggar maid.
"And we should both''-
"Loye-one another"
"Instead of which, she continued.
81 am but the rich man steward
"And mediocre teacher of music and
painting, and we both of us, probably
Love some one else"
They both laughed whole heartedly and
looked away at the growing bluebells, and
the thoughts of each wandered all tender
ly to the ''some ono else -
"Sheis SOL he began in gentle musing.
"Ah, yes, tell Inc of her. -
She lives far from here but some day
when tell her.
"You have not yet told her!''
"No. think she does not oven guess.
But when the time comes, when I am
able
"Ah, yes! All, yes! 1 can understand it
all so we'll "
He turned and looked at her with a
gladness in his eyes which comes from
pent up happiness and need of sympathy.
And youf' he asked
1t is the same with me, or much the
same He is far away and working. But
think that when the time comes-if l
choose
He has not yet spoken9"
She laughed softly
"The days were so pleasant" she pro.
tested. 81 did not wish to alter things.
was capricious, and l foiled him. You
can underestimate am fond of him and
WAS misery over the telling'
And the birds overhead twittered anx-
iously of family cares and the coming OF
the cuckoo, but the man and the maid had
leaped toward friendship.
When the nature Of u man or maid il
such that he or she can speak with case Of
their respective lovers, the opportunity for
such glad confidence is rarely stunned.
Flowers were so useful for the practice OF
the maiden's brush, SO cheering as a deco
ration for her tiny home, and the steward
was SO genial and SO ready with his key
Sympathy now lurked in the bosky ave-
nues, in the murmur of that old traveller
the rill, in the song Of the small, time wise
birds, and the cooling in the wood pigeon.
And many times the kind young steward
and the winsome teacher met beneath the
notice board and passed through the gate.
way to the peace beyond, speaking with
placid smiles of any things, without avoid.
Ing the topic of their farotf, unccn fessed
lovers
And day by day the seasons slid nearer
to one another's arms, till spring and
summer met and kissed with smiles, and
with tears that only trembled but did not
fall, as the one sank back into the past
and the other leaped forward to the fu-
&,1Yr, AIn t,,.1.,
cause they could not hold their swelling
threats, and in place of the bluebells shy
dog roses ventured their blushing buds.
then growing holder in such a genial
world of song spread their paling petals
to show their golden hearts within. The
woodbine chung about the bushes leaving
q joy wheresoever it trailed, and forgetme-
nots looked up with blue eyes from beside
the water, tempting the gathercr to stoop
and bring them death, and the mint turned
the air aromatic when crushed on its mcisr
bed by the foot that spared its loveliur
neighbor
"There is time enough for the telling
said the teacher half impatiently, pouting
at the realization of past and future
There is time enough for the telling, -
echoed the steward in full agreement Tho
world outside the wood seemed so unnec.
ess;.ry now.
The song of the blackbird was madly
joyous, the chatlinches pleaded Kiss me
sweet, kiss me sweet " The wood was
tuneful with the chorus of hundred tim.
orous fiedglngs and the round, ripping
MARBLE of the amorous thrush.
when the time comes began the
steward as prosaically as possible.
But somehow he never finished his SEN
tence. For no happened to glance at the
teacher, and the teacher to glance at him,
and then their eyes played them tricks, for
something leaped into them suddenly, and
then they slowly filled with a great and
honest surprise.
"OhH' gasped the teacher family.
"OhP' echoed the steward slowly.
And then the warm blood rose to their
brows, and heir tongues faltered. But
overhead, beyond the trees the skies were
smiling and the eyes of the sun god twin
killed. with it's mirth. Then the sounds
and the scents of the land round about
them quickened their young pulses and
the words in their hearts. The order of |
the telling was unexpected but the time
for it had come Chicago Tribune.
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