The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1902-09-25
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Pat that stupid trash isio the Gre.
s,spii ts,ti cried Aidie. sshul,
ses,ebins up the volume.
Yes. | srele H. lw.s boy. snd, by
George, my publishers iook 1t out Of my
desk snd seni msd over II, while they
seluslly turned up their neses ., my 10
port Of The poor lsw. Would you bs
litve il,
Ny ubels looked symps,hiElps, Addir
arranged the Toe cream glasses before him
without . word.
Bat, sir, look st the fame you have
Won. | remarked.
Heml F.mtl Il's . rag aai,erins on
= busb. ! uoaldn'i sive q button Tor II,
Five Thousand dollars q year vill keep
you well clothed sni veil fed. Fame
Won't
He helped himself 10 sn iee,
There vas DO reply, The tuo gentle
men resumed their political discussion.
waxing 20 warm iu the defense OF their
isvorits views that they we're 10 . fair
way TO clear the tray between them.
Addie caught mp the condemned volume
OF poems aud vanished from the room.
followed her. Sse Asd up the stairs
like fairy, and l found her 10 the
poets chamber, stripping the roses from
the vases With frantic haste.
Whist on earth ere you sboutY I ,sked
hslting on the threshold in smszsment.
He shall not have on OF them. she
said hall crying. His curtains shall not
be looped op with them. l have = great
mind to tie them back with rope yarn
To think how We worked ell day TO give
him pleasure. and after oil be only cares
about eating and drinking and being an
alderman. Oh it lie too bad
l burst out laughing and ran down
stairs The contrast between our dreams
Of the poet and what be reslly vas was
rich. | bad to wait a moment in the hall
to get my face into "oompsny order"
and then. pu hing open the halt closed
door. l went back into the psrlor.
At frst sight ! thought II was empty.
The chairs we're pushed away from the
table, and there was . faint smell OF cigars
Had they sctuslly been smoking tberei
No. heard my uncle pacing up and
down the ,srden, as was his wont each
evening. and the fragrance OF the weed
came that way, bat he was slone. Where
was the poel'
l caught sight Of him sl last. sitting
st the open window with the rose colorcd
curtains falling 10 soft folds around him
The moon was up. shining sloriously mp
on the grassy yard beneath him, The
night wind rustled in the leaves Of the
naples above his hesd. Addie, coming
into the room, paused at the sight OF my
uplif ed finger,
~ unu III Uccu buum tutu, Ouf
poet, though hearty eater. still retained
his love OF the beautiful. What on earth
had made him talk such beresy when be
sal rapt II erj1yment, never stirring
scarcely breathing, ss be watched tbsl
eloricui moobi | woull steal s.ftly 10
his side. pause, Try to convict him and
make him recsnt oil the fbs be had told |
about these beautiful blossomings OF bis
onth, the potms,
The carpet was thick and soit. and it
MT fll % my football efi.ciuslly. and
stood beside him unnoticed. His face
vas hidden by bis arm. l heard q ohok |
ug sound he was weeping. Ny heart |
melted 10 9 gush Of pity. l laid my
hand on bis shoulder ss sympstbizIpgly
70 I could. He started q little. His
head settled down upon ole side, expos
ng his face. The month opened. and
hs snoredl
The next morning l started on my
rip to the west. and from that day TO
his have never met poet.