The age-herald., 1900-09-25
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 THE MgsIC OF THE sPHEREs
 From the Montgomery Advertiser. (With apologies to the Murmurer) "It is the hour wien from the boughs, The nightingales high note Is heard. It is the hour when. lovers vows Seem sweet in every whispered word So sang Lord Byron, and he ought to
 know, for his encounters with Cupid were about as many and varied as any of whom
 the world hath record-in imagination, 'tis certain; and in fact. 'us believed. As the fetid smoke of Hong. green" curls up from out the blaekness of my old clay pipe and. reminseenee for the time gains mastery OCT the actions and the activity | of this strenuous life, my mind goes. back ] to the agues and the amours of youth. Tn l fancy again I see, mnrored in memory as perfect as aetualityi the old farm. house | where dwelt the fairest maiden ger fash toned by the Inflnite. A youth there was | who worshiped at this virgin shrine. Far l more precious to him than all the wealth | of Ormusi and of Ind was the privilege of | keeping off the calves while she mixed | the cows. Happy days were those, whem | to youthful ears the roundelay of the | AiioNfNiiA9 biAu SouAluGu dS lue HdIIHOuy ul | heavens choir.
 | The peaceful valley in which dwelled | lad and lass to, them far outshones the l wondrous beauty of the Vale of Cashmere, | concerning which one Tom Moore hath l. writ
 l Many a time and oft in the stilly night | have this rural twain hung over the front | gate after 8 delicious walk from the | ''meetin' house." Both are aware that 1 slumbers chain should have bound them hnfn f,,rf | ing words of affection and endearmeut such | as are not possible to arise but from, hearts | without guile and souls without blemish. l Bold youth ardently pleads for just "one, | good night kiss,'' and basnful maiden, in Keeping with the traditions which have been handed down from that momentous
 time when Adam awoke one day, and, dis l covering a sohe spot in. his side, looked
 around for the. cause and found Eve re- piled, Now, you go way"
 But the aforesaid ardent youth is on to
 her game, and once more is heard to be- seech in plaintive toness Tha fair daGnsel relents (also in accordance with all prece- oenD and then, oh then, two pairs (which
 in this case are better than three of kind) of lips meet in tremendous, but, neverthe- | less, do cIded,. eestaey.
 The oaken door of the old farm house closes on this vision of daintiness of sweet ness, and of purity, and the brave youth placing his hands in his pockets and start -4-o "H t4'S iH9e4S AsihS tONdlu liOLHS IS- | marks.
 "Humph! If I had, known that she had l been eating onions l would have been at l home an hour ago. The old man is sure 1 to wdllop me now for being out late" l Hast neer been in Scotland, beloved? | Hast ne'er climbed the rugged peaks and | drank the still more rugged booze of Cal | edonia, stern and wild, meet nurse for a | poetic child? Scotland, the home of Bobby | Burns, and few others. Burns, you know, l beloved, sang of Land O cakes and brither Scots. and also of various female per- |. senages- l have been in Scotland. An, ma! | Just thinks, how. Scotland is lronored in her l old age While there I learned the accent. l There are few who can call for more Scotch l drinks in the original dialect than can I. F When left Scntlandl and returned to this beautiful country, I came to this, village | of Montgomery.
 ! Alas, this country is not like Scotland. l Here every man is as good as every other. | l like it different When reached Mont | gomery, I strode up Commerce street with | the swagger that I had learned. from the r Prince of Wales and a few other of my | friends across. the pond. walRed into. a | barroom It was evident that the bartender
 thought me English from that above men- toned swagger wished to show him that | I had travelled elsewhere, also, SO l said: F~Hoot mon, gle d canny drap O the
 real fluid, and boot mon, hurry&' "Look | here friend, don't come hootin' at me this
 time a day If you are an owl, it's too early | for you to be out" r Do you know, beloved, have never liked l this town since. The people here don't ap- | preciate travelled men like myself. | .. ss ...t. t.r.f l Last. night there came to me. youth | for advice and comfort. His manner and | appearance betrayed the agonies he had l undergone. His lips were colorless, and | beneath his eyes dark rings had come. | Methought to hear a story old, but always | interesting-of a love given in volumes t0 | fill all space but returned not even ip
 molecules. | questioned him gently, know | ing that he would give the world to have
 some one share his grief but realizing the 1 reluctance with which he would make
 known the cause of his suffering.
 Dear boy" | said, ''it is evident that | you suffer-"
 No doubt" he answered slowly.
 "Why all this grief?" I asked | "I dislike to make known the reasons of | my anguisll,' he replied, but sympathized | with him. He longed to tell that he had | loved and thought that his affection was | returned. No doubt he had hugged to his
 soul the precious belief. that the girl he
 adored would some day be his bride. l | pictured to myself the secret joy which he
 had derived by simply having her in his
 sight. He feared to speak, lest he be re-
 fused the treasure he sought, and then he | could no longer ga ther satisfaction by
 merely being in her presence. Finally he
 resolved to speak. He did. He was an-
 swered win kind, but decided mo" | Hence his present plight. He brooded over
 the lost happiness, and being no longer able
 to bear his grief had come to me for
 solace.
 | And so she refused you,' I said kindly | "Who?" he asked quickly, "the barmaid? |?
 Oh, She said my credit was good, 50
 l stayed and got drunk. I woke un few
 minutes ago needing some booze terribly.
 Say, have you got the price of drink otl | you?" | I gave him the necessary piece Of coin | and he went his way rejoicing. Poor fooii
 He had never known what love is. | THE SPEAKER. | INSTRUCTIONS oE A HAChEL<Sss