The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-08-13
THE FREELY.


they were walking hand in hand in the
park. Both We're young and beautiful.
The girl was leaning her head on his
shoulder, he STOPPING from time to
time for the purpose of pressing his
warm lips to her light hair plainly
combed over her forehead.
Suddenly in the thickest among the
| fragrant jasmines Il vibrating light APP
peared, followed by another, then by a
third, still clearer, and finally winged,
greenish swarms of sparks surrounded
| them
"Look The lightning bugs!'
GLOW pretty, mysterious and light"
THE are vibrating as an inexplicable
word of love, and they are burning as
passion breaking it's ties"
Look! This one is hanging upon
your forehead; that one is your guiding
star
"And the other above shines greenish,
/ like your eyes when you are cross l
would like, my only one, to make of
| these stars an aureole about your light
| head''
/ A silvery laugh spread itself in the
secluded path.
"And it seems to me it is the third
act of Robert the Devil The penitent
souls are burning. We were walking
in the cemetery"
"No; this is not q cemetery. 1t is the
summit of life and earthly happiness.
l love your And he stopped in order
that in the dark he might read from
the light of her shining eyes a cordial
answer.
They were much in love with each
other faithfully and sincerely.
They went farther, silently, in the
mysterious shadows of the walk, but
involuntarily the memory of the Gene
4 terry, as it We're, caused between them
shadow of sorrow and thought, the
cloud which, even under the melting
influence of the words, 81 love you"
did not want to disappear. Death is
stronger than love, and loneliness deep
er than happiness. They went farther,
looking at the phosphoric sparks.
The girl suddenly lifted her head and
whispered softly:
"Do you know that this moment the
Renaissance of woman whom you
have loved once stands between us
: Is it not true?"
She OWNED. She was accustomed to
thinking and feeling in harmony with
him. At once, by intuition, she came
upon the face of a person unknown to
her. stranger of rival thought. He
shivered embraced her more tightly
and stood still for awhile.
Lets go farther" she said.
Listen. | will tell you ALL"
, t'Why, love you and believe''
Listen. Between us there is this one
last secret, troubling, annoying my
mind as nightmare, and l shall not
rid myself of this pale ghost of the far
5 away past unless tell you ALL
Did you love herr" she asked, with
a nervous vibration of voice
She was handsome as Il Greek cam
go and always smiling as goddess OF
happiness. She was curious, proud
passionate, of an artistic nature. She
fascinated me, drew me to her, intoxi.
Gated me. When she took in her white
/ cold hands my head, my temples burn.
ed, and when she sang in the voice OF
a siren felt that my will and strength
We're falling"
did YOU love herr" asked the girl
neryously.
1T seemed to me that her love must
, be the greatest happiness on earth, and
! that | would then give my life to guess
/ the conundrum of her deep, black
eyes,
Look" said he, after awhile, as ii
gathering his thoughts and showing
her the lighted, shining and moving
mass i'll the thicket, land listen to the
"reminiscences of the long gone years OF
my childhood. | was for the first time
In the country, and for the first time
OH warm evening, / saw lightning
bugs shining with a sharp greenisE
light Ill the dark thicket of the park
Child of the city, excited by unaccus
toned sights, chased the moving light
: and wished to possess such star, tc
look at it while it was near and to take
: it for my own. A chase was made, and
one of the handsomest bugs was tight
ly shut in glass. Charmed, took my
treasure, placed it in my room near my
bed, and in the night l dreamed of g
gigantic sun throwing light on all the
paths and thickets of the garden.
''In the morning l was awakened by
the first rays of dawn. / looked a,
once in the direction of the glass pal
ace; but, instead of the imprisoned
star, there appeared to me-only 8
miserable, black
But she, the woman whom yor
loved?" asked the girl impatiently.
"She was an enchantress, with the
voice of siren, an artist by blood an6
{; flesh, dark eyed and tempting prob
lem, but only in the twilight of oul
mysterious love, in the overheated, sicl
and languid imagination of mind. Hel
Greek profile and smile Of a sphinx
needed an unnatural light and spar
king animation, an artificial spur. Ii
the usual surroundings, in the light OF