The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-03-11

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Percy Haddock sat lolled back in
rocking chair, the blue smoke softly
putting and curling from the half con-
sumed cigarette, which he held in his
hand.
A look of comfort pervaded the room
and the fire threw delicious crimson
| light until the air seemed an ethereal
lied wine-and yet he thought he was
unhappy, desperately and irremediably
| unhappy. Two mighty passions, he
said to himself, tugged at his heart,
the love of his art and, of course, the
love of a woman.
Ever since he could remember he
had purposed to become great writer
He had resolved to devote himself en-
tirely to art, and allow nothing to in
| terfere with this conservation. He
must observe and know the passions,
! but not feel them. To feel passion
would be to be swayed from the atti-
tude of impartiality the artist must
| feel to depict life perfectly. OF course,
so consecrated, he must not allow him
| self to become entangled In the
| meshes of love and matrimony.
But things, as they have a provok-
| ing way of doing were about to turn
| out differently from what he had pro-
posed. He was about to be, or rather
| he had been, swerved from this per-
| feet calm essential to literary exacu-
| tude by Miss Kate Murchison. He felt
| Inundated at the thought that SO
| slight a thing as mere girl could
| swerve man like himself from the
! plans of life time. Had it been some
| noble ambition, some great oppOrtun-
| ity like that of becoming great
| statesman, whose plans could change
| the map OF the world and alter the
course of history, the humiliation
would not have been so great, nor the
wound to his vanity SO profound.
| But alas He was undeniab1y in
love, in love, like any other ordinary
| mortal who had no dream of literary
greatness and no higher conception of
life than that of having a good time.
| Not only was he, the seeker after
literary Immortality, in love, but he
had to acknowledge that he actually
enjoyed the sensation and at times
! questioned whether he would derive
greater delight from winning kiss
from the girl than he would from
| achieving applause from a sonnet. He
| knew this was lapse from his higher
nature, but he either could not or
would not help it.
And yet he had been warned.
Charlie Rawlins, his best friend, had
said to him, Look here, Perse, you
are putting in lot of time with Kate
| Murchison, and the first thing you
| know it will be love and a cottage and
| goodbye to conservation to art and
the ideal.
He replied, smiling the superior
smile of the fatUous and complacent,
Don't concern yourself, l am simply
| studying 'das ewige we!bliche, and
getting material for a masterpiece"
"Ah. see," said Charlie. You have
revised Pope's lines:
BE woman.s ways your study and de-
light,
See her by day and dream of her by
night,
And then the sale of books that you
may write
Will simply be, my boy, far out of
sight,"
Accordingly he pursued his studies
very ardently and found them more
and more pleasant as the days went
by. He derived an added if ignoble
|
study seemed to give one Howard
Griggsby. Howard was a practical,
hard-working young lawyer, who had
always scoffed at Percy's literary pre-
tensions, and who when they were
boys at school together had generally
gone ahead and won the prizes while
he was dreaming about them.
1t was amazing to Percy how much
loys,ier the world seemed to him when
Miss Murchison was with him. There
was something, he thought, hypnotic
Ebovt her presence. The sunlight was
never quite SO golden as when flashed
back from her hair. Once he had given
her a rose, carelessly observing and
enjoying it's red crumpled petals, and
the perfume drifting from it's amber
heart. She pinned it unAer her throat,
and as he licked at it again a miracle
| sesmed to have been wrought. 1t was
Ic, longer a rose but some flower some
how fallen from the walls Of paradise.
Stu he did not realize he was in
ls4s, bat thought the feeling she pro-
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