The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-07-21

already my great Inspiration. ~ 4, 4
A golden ripple OF merriment parted
them, but as she .dar.ed away on, OF
sight he called up. ths stairs: 55
One little moment, Traul4in. Does Il
Happen on Tuesday concert?"
Yes" her clear voice. answered him,
and then became lhesltatlng. "Dut@this
ttlmesit must5only bsi a tiny bunch OF
vioIets. ! will wear nothing moie ex-
travagant.,'
so" he agreed cheerfully. and 80
as every one knows, stands for any
thing or nothing, Just as d German
SchooseE. But Kathleen Haynes little
knew as she entered her room SO bllthc-
aly that Carl's preotcupatlonlin his in
spired task had him u little less
sclsar-h headed, and that In his mlnd an
English Tuesday confused Itself with a
German "Wednesday, before he. had,wrIt-
tentwo lines Of his poam But KeSdid
! not forget her flowers, which were to
be rarer than violets. s.tSiE,
In, pure ligh,nsss of heart. she went
singing to the window and threw 1t
open. Whas joyous tine had been
hers in Welnbergcn--a time of hard
work, Of earnest cndeavor and happy
play. with the glamor and romanca OF
sa,quaint old Gcrmsn city 10 gila all her
life and set even its lonely hours with
previous stones Of Remembered glory.
1t was as the miniature of 2young,facc
framed gorgeously with Jewels! and
gold. Nor were, such rich. surround
lnss wasted. forishe had weavcd them
cunninsly into her work, and she would
play weariaome scalea blythe hour to
gcther to the honor Of SOM departed
hero who had been great in patience.
Why! Just over against her. in the
narrow street. the eyes of a great gen
ius had first seen the light. True that
fine statue in more aristocratic cen
ter bore witness Of him. yet IT was even
better to be able to look Into the very
room where he had played as child,
and lisped his first prayer.
The cleaning white pigeons seemed
to have their own sentiment on the
subject. and summed themselves more
tenignly on hatrquant slantihg roof
than on any other. Kathleen returned
their bows, cooling to them softly In
their own torGua-one need only be
happy to do such ridiculous things
while from the street below pleasant
babel of busy feet. cheerful voices and
quick laughter proclaimed how good It
was to be alive. But few go sadly when
the market place Is one great bouquet
OF iiower-ladcn scents and luscious ripe
fruits: when the ramparts Of the city
are all vineyards bursting to a rich
harvest, with summer Itself caught
and stayed in the golden mesres to
heishten the mellow glory Of autumn.
and make the vintage rare Life then
is strong and glad the heart boat:
merrily, bright ripplss are on the river
and in the air a song of plenty and
Thanksgiving.
No wonder then that Eotb,4.n ha, n
take even the pirooos int, ber cnnt
dencc, and make than sharers Of h,r
10Y. for she was buoyuntly clated. and
,tremulously honef,,l of os,on,sh,ny no,
the grand dukc-ror TINT vas fhoyond
her-but the artistic critical !. audience
which follows in tho wake 3of y.,n[,
dukes Amongst such$won,,,lS u. Q,s Oh,
knaw. her iufpos With noypr Ia; ,,,,s.
pose OF her ,fu,ure and Fra, F;obto.s
illness had navea ia WY :, n,,,oy
sentence. Rut she rnao,t ia n,,.d he,
own causa with burning e,oo,,o,ric,s /, !, d
win # co,sc;o,. ,o,,.,r sa,, ~ lhr,,,,.
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