Marietta daily leader. (Marietta, Ohio) 1895-1906, 1901-03-27
Some Lingering Longing Sighs
The Shores Of Porto Rico.

public, where we can walk through
limitless yeTdure and establish mart
in whicn TO exchange our goodness for
its loveIiness.
Perhaps II is a keen. blustery day
with you, dear reader, and you long TO
linger under an orange tree or gathe
shells along the shining sands of the
ocean. There is, indeed, touch of poe
try in it all, but it soon gets prosy if
it keeps up all the time. The other
day friend was reading Philadel-
phia paper and soon he dashed it down
with an expression of disgust. "There,"
said he, Just my confounded luck"
What troubles you now?" ] inter-
posed why, look here" he went on,
"this paper tells of thirty-nine persons
falling on the icy pavement in Phila
delphia in one day and breaking their
legs or something and l am not one of
them-its just my luck" Then he
gazed on the bowers of bloom and
watched the little lizards frolicking
along the edges of the garden, and
saw that his heart was far away in the
land of icicles and overcoats. And my
thoughts joined his and made tracks
through the deep snow across the white
fields Of the past to the home of my
love, and just as l was about to stamp
the crusted snow from my boots to en-
ter, ragged peon stepped up to me
with basket of red raspberries and
asked will you buy some?" This i'm
pertinence crushed my happy revery
into deep despair, and answered: "No,
nc ras3herries; bring me some hail,
stones, something my soul Graves; l
| am tiltd of these sweet secretions OF
the sunshine and the playful zephyr" p"
celebrated the day by plunge in the
ocean surf. There it is again. The
Washington birthdays that / knew of
wcro full of flakes of snow or whistled
/ >,nwn Tic streets in chilly gusts But,
toGay, We battered the green walls of
! the sea and chased along the white
fyingtl sands till the sun painted the
exposci portions of our bodies as red
as lUbaiers. May be it wasn't gorl
way to slow our respect for the III a;1-
ory c. Washington, but it was day
Of lejuy enation and joy, and thats tho
way 10 celebrate. On Thanksgi wing,
| Chris, ,as, New Years and Washing
ton's t,lthday l have hobnobbed with
Neptune and sported with mermaids
if Lis rearing realm. 1t makes very
jolly anniversary, but that, too, is get
| ting n'onotonous. 1t doesn't exactly
acaOrG with the ideals that hang. like
beautiful pictures, in the halls of mem
Org. But they, too, may become nap
item to- Then l will say, on Wash
ingtoEs birthday, three or fou' years
Lence WITH some exuberance of Ieiight
three or four years ago, ! was swlrn-
ing in the ocean. off the coast Of For
to Rico, and got so feaHully 5unDu nj
that / almost wished Washington hat
never been born.
So, after all. am glad l am here
This morotonous experience is but one
side of that contrast which makes ones
life worth the living. One can neve
know what a true, enjoyable frient
Jack Frost is until he has spent a yea,
in the tropics. He may cut down tin
flowers and nip the immature fruit, bu
in spite of these he comes to bless al
with an offering of health and ID bene
diction of love. Jack Frost is the back
bone of civilization and don't you for
get it. E. $ w.