The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-06-29
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Pittsburg Dispatch.
He was a child of fancy and a writer
of books, and she was a girl Just out"
and victim to moods.
They met one evening at dinner, when
she was in one of her happy moods, and
her charming manner captivated him, and
her soft eyes and aquiline face appealed
to his sense of the beautiful Then it
was that he fancied that he loved her
And once again they met. Then they
were married. He was a child of fancy
and she was a girl just out.
They were married in a church one
bright winters day, and after the we'd
ding, which was fashionable one with
flowers and carriages and canopied side
walks, they said goodbye to their friends
on the pier and sailed for Naples.
I'VE shall be very happy now, shan't
we, deaT?" she had exclaimed in ecstasy.
And he mad smiled upon his new pos
session and answered, yes
During the voyage she talked Of art.
He would listen indulgently until she had
finished and then he would go off for
long smoke by himself. She had always
longed for a chance to do Rome and
italy, but she had never thought that 1t
should be her wedding journey Then She
would laugh. He enjoyed her laugh, for
it was so merry, and, besides, it was far
more becoming than were her criticxms
of the art that she had never seen. But
she had her views" for, had she not
spent two years in finishing school?
She knew that Michael Angelo had had
something to do with the dome on st.
Peters, and that there were canals in
Venice instead Of streets And, oh! to
spend day in a gondola! Or to glide
fhn hid - ,;rrl,4 It'll
gondolier sang softly some sweet Italian
love song! And when she tired of talk
ing she would get out her guide book
and read to him those paragraphs which
he knew by heart. Yet he listened and
smiled; and presently they anchored in
the Bay of Naples.
They did not remain long in Naples,
however, for she wanted to hurry on to
Rome. Some Of the sights shocked her.
The streets were so dirty and some Of
the children did not half dress.
She wondered if their parents knew
that they had such scanty clothing and
why someone did not start an American
home for the protection of those waits.
She wondered why the city authorities
did not clean the cutters and scrub the
sidewalks. And when she saw little
restaurant where they served macaroni
she declared that she would never eat
macaroni as long as she lived.
They stayed for week in Rome and
he ran her about from church to gallery
as well as one of the Cooks guides could
have done. There was another week in
Florence, a day in Ravenna, two days
among the stone lions and with the gon-
dolierS Then on to Paris Once there
she closed her guide book and wrote
long descriptive letters to the girls at
home, all about the dear American col
ony, the Latin quarter and the pictures
in the Louvre. She could stay on for
ever in gay Paris she wrote, always
adding, 'sbut, of course, we shall want
to get back to the dear old states after
awhile" But he had began to grow rest
less and to smoke more, and several
times he hadS expressed a longing for
quietness and work. So at last they
sailed.
Their friends were on the pier to well
come them with umbrellas when they
reached the other SIDE and after the
kissing and the handshaking were over,
and they had spent the allotted number
Of days in her fathers house, he took
her around to her new home. 1t was a
large, dreary house and had belonged to
his father before him. There were great
halls and windows Of stained glass, like
church. But he kept it all because his
little den was away UP in one corner
And it was only when he locked himself
up in this little room and lighted his pipe
of Latakia that he could write He had
tried other places many times; bachelor
quarters and all that but ever he had
drifted back to the old house, where
the light was always a dim twilight The
gloom always fed his fancy and his i'm
agination would not work in the sun.
He showed her each Of the ten great
rooms and she said that she was delight
ed with them all. She always thought
that she should like a large, quiet house,
where one could be by ones self Then
she took off her hat, and had the trunks
unpacked and they began with a series
of dinners and afternoons" But they
were cold. formal affairs. and though she
chatted merrily about "Rubenses" and
Van Dykes" and when we We're in
Paris she always felt sort Of reac-
ton when her guests had all gone. When
her husband was not about she would
drop into a chair as the last guest de-
parted, and sob until she felt much bet
ter. But 1t was all over very soon. They
dined out several times, gave more din
ners, then he labeled her my wife" ana
began his new novel
Now there came some happy days.
Pleasant. little talks over the breakfast
table, and long. afternoon walks after he
had put in his four hours at his desk
But, as his work progressed, he talked
less, and when they walked out together
he always appeared, glad to get back.
The evenings now passed Ia silence. UNI
less she chose to do all the talking. and