The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1902-11-13
THE ART OF LOVE.
By HAROLD OHLsoN.

For some time past life had been wear
some for the princess. There was mat
ter Of some II suitors for her hand, and
she could not love any of them. She
liked those who could dance and make
her laugh, but as to marrylng-why,
that was a different matter altogether
So she had lodged the serene highness
round the tree trunks and run away,
thereby causing him to lose most oil his
serenity. 1t may have been undignihed
behavior for princess, but she was only
II years old.
Then she began to pick flowers and
chase butterflies, as though she were only
village maiden making holiday from
the milking stool.
An exceptionally large and beautiful
butterfly had for some time eluded her
efforts TO imprison it in her nat twhicn
she had removed for the purpose), ana
the princess was just going to give up
the chase in despair when she saw u
settle or the trunk Of gigantic tree
Not daring to approach too closely, she
flung her hat with all her force at the
patch Of bright color. 1t missed the but
terhy-eyen the tree itself-and fell to the
ground on the farther side. The princess
ran and picked it up, and was about TO
restore 1t to its natural position, when she
became aware that her privacy was not 50
complete as she had Imagned-indeed,
had desired A man was seated on the
ground. with his back against the tree,
and q great book was lying open on has
knees.
He rose quickly on seeing the princess
and bowed low. She returned the salute
with as much dignity as she could com
mand at the moment. She noticed that
be was dressed in long, black gown, ana
had the appearance Of scholar.
az fear that have disturbed you, sir,
said the princess, holding her nat in front
of her with both hands and blushing
little.
Nay" be replied MAY all my dreams
have such a sweet awakening
He smiled as he spoke, and the princess
thought it the most wonderful smile she
had ever seen; its sadness made 1t sweet
er, and its kindness the more loVeaole.
When it vanished it left grave, thought
full face.
"Of what do you read, SIR" inquired the
princess, after endeavorng to explain n
a few broken sentences that 1t was the
most natural thing in the world Tor lady
TO throw her hat about under certain CIR
cumstances .,
"a learned treatise on grave matter,
he replied. at is called The Art u
Love"
MAY | see the book?" asked the prin-
cess.
He held il out before her, and she began
In turu the pages Suddenly she stopped
and glanced up into his face
at is heavy; you must be tired. Let
us sit down." she said.
So they sat side 10y side under the great
tree, with the book between them. But
the princess scarcely looked at 1t.
1.-THE Art Of Lover" she asked DO
Won learn il from a book alone IN a for
estW
II have found It difficult Of compre-
hension, certainly" he answered,
"And /, too" sighed the princess.
"You have also studied itf'
mot in a book" she replied, soemnly
shaking her head.
The grave face lit up again with that
wonderful smile.
"Some day you viii learn It," he said
"Then you will not call it an art nor
read OF ii in a book You will say
love as now you say 1 live, because your
love will be your life"
The princess said nothing, only she
sighed. and then wondered why. Because
she had tecn quite happy short time be
fore when she was chasing butterflies,
"You have read many books" she asked
presently. looking up half timdly into
his face
"Yes," said he, "many books
"Wnl you--tel me about them"
"If II would give you pleasure" he an
swcred
81 cannot read them for myself" said
the princess "And | should love to lis
ten"
So he began 10 tell her stories; and Of
all Of them this same "Art of Love" was
the theme At first the princess was
puzzled; she could not understand tins
wonderful power hat ruled men and WON
en- AID brought such marvellous things TO
pass Bet as she watched the grave
handsome face, with the wonderful smile
that came and went like che sunshine
on an April day, she began TO understand.
The minutes few by, and the shadows
OF the trees grew longer. The princess
KNEW lNdl sue mum l'lulh VI III wv
court, with the II suitors, would be SCOUT
ing the forest in search Of her So She
rose and thanked her companion pref
thy for bic stories.
81 am Princess Brenda, and ] hope J
shall see you again" she said, simply
lie started and bis face grew grave and
sad But he said nothing, only made a
low obclsaucc.
you are so wise" continued the prin.
cess
NAY, but am fool" he replied, and
with a Quick movement looscd the long
robe be wore and threw It back.
And he was dressed in the motley garb
Of a Jester; fool that lives by his folly.
The princess drew back; resentment fol
lowed the first feeling Of surprise; anger
that she, Princess Brenda, had sat No long
with a mere jester while II great noble
men stroye for the honor Of minute III
her company. She turned 10 leave him
without word But she glanced bach
once at his face and relented, for the looi
on II was that Of a man suffering some ter
ribe pain
81 have hurt your" she asked
Nay, princess Il is my duty to laugh
at all times That is my business"
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