The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1898-03-31


back of that passionate appeaD papa
objects" and passing it over to Romeo.
"Papa objsctsl' Hew Romeo's eyes
fash Why, it will only be joy for
him to withstand that heartless "papa.
He assures Juliet of this, and she
thinks him hero, indeed. All, these
stern, unrelenting fathersl Romeo 7
clenches his hands and silently VOWS to
win the day over that reasonless father
OF his beloved Juliet's. Romeo can
not explain why it is that, after this,
every time he gets out Of doors ho finds
himself opposite Juliet's windows.
Elders shake their heads and smile at
Romee's '"nrst attack" Cynical OBJ
servers are deeply amused, and very
scornful. But Romeo laughs them all
to Scorn. He sneers at their "advice"
as they relate their experiences. No
body ever loved as he loves, so the rest
of the worlds experience can be ne
guide in this case. He holds the iron
grey head and stern dark eyes of Juliet's
father in great awe, not unmixed with |
reverence. While inwardly vowins to
thwart him, strange to say, Romeo al
ways manages to keep clear Of him.
Romeo and Juliet decide upon
trysting place, and there they meet
every twilight hour" until the hard
hearted parent discovers the fact, and
gives them both "full warning"
But Glove laughs at locks" They
change their trysting- place, and, with |
many VOW and locked embrace" they
pledge each other their life, soul,
strength, body, ETC., etc. All, those
days! In all the years to come they
will meyer live over again those happy,
halycon days. The gladness of youth
full leve comes but once in a life time
Can they ever forget the wild, thrilling
kiss that let loose the wings Of ecstacy,
and turned the soul into hidden chan
nels, the parting" that began several
hours before they finally separated, the
whispered VOWS and words Of sweetness
that none but lovers use-they will all
enc day in the near future be mere,
shadowy recollections of the sweetest
period of human life.
1T is a long lane that has no turn
ing" Romeo and Juliet have decided
to elope. All, the trembling anxiety
with which they make this decision
But they can not be turned from their
determined course now.
So the fatal night arrives which is to
bring them such bliss-or woe. Juliet
makes her escape from her window by
means of a rcpe-ladder, while Romeo,
with beating heart, awaits below.
"My darling!" he whispers, enfold-
ing her in his arms. She cliAgs to his
manly(?) form in silence too great for
words, while the fall moon overhead
seems to smile in mockery.
While they stand thus, an irate voice
breaks the stillAsss, and the relentless
fern of "Papa" looms up before them.
"Hey, young man, I have you at last
have II" inquiries an angry voice. And
Romes-Juliet's brave hero-actually
takes to his heels and disappears, leav-
ing his beloved Juliet to face the enemy.
J. They met again ten years later.
He is the husband of another, she is
another's wife. And locking at each
other with calm, cold, critical eyes, the
inner fountain of mirth begins to bub-
BILE, as they think of the past, and of
"what might have beer. Romeo
wonders what he could ever have loved
) Juliet for, and Juliet is wondering
what she ever saw in Romeo.
And they heave thankful sighs as they
reflect upon the gracious Providence
that saved them from becoming bound
to each other for life.
Where, oh, where is that "deathless,
boundless, wonderful love" that once
filled their hearts for each otherp 1t is
gone, and only faint memory re-
minds them of one Of the sweetest
periods OF life
Human nature is human nature the
world over, anything else ever be
made Of it? Or can it ever be altered
to suit the cynical and the blase? Deep
in their hearts lie the sweet echoes to
every touch of. nature they behold
around them.
And though they sneer at cloves
young dream" and its tragic ending,
they feel humiliated to the last degree
when they know that their hearts are
aching and throbbing with an unwonted
envy of those who are Cupid's victims.
Such is life-such is human nature
such is love.
And though all the world may laugh
1 to seern the love of two yong fcels, "
with them it will always be mere sound