Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-11-05

Il refuse to listen, Violante. You said
last night you loved me-that is
enough. We can do without parties
without dinner at all-if that will
set your mind at rest. You are mine
darling; / claim you by right of love
| must have you. You are SO quick
/ SO apt 80 graceful, that In few
days you will learn more than Others
learn In years; besides, | shall be
near you. can teach you all you
will ever require to know"
There was still some hesitation in
! her lovely face.
"Violante," he whispered, "do you
see how the flowers bloom, and how
! their leaves send out fragrant mes.
sages to their ardent lover-the sun?
/ DO you hear how the birds sing? DO
! you hear the wind whispering among
the trees? Shall flowers and birds
and trees be more happy than II"
For the first time she turned and
looked at him; her beautiful eyes
met his, and rested in them In
that quiet, serene glance the destiny
of their lives was settled.
The world is full OF beautiful pic
lures. Some hang on the walls of
walls Of palaces whose very names
are rcdolent Of fine art some brighten
humber homes; some are placed In
old cathedral aisles--over the affairs
Of churches; some have never been
! framed or painted, save by the hand
Of the Great Carbohydrates whose
beauty makes earth so fair; pictures
OF white, ileecy clouds sailing over a
blue sky; Of golden sunshine falling
IN soft rays; Of pale, pure stars, max.
Ing more solemn tho solemn night
tide; of the lady moon, sailing on the
clear sky; pictures Of summer woods,
Of ferny dells, Of green valleys, of
snow.croWnod mountains, OF quaint,
| fragrant gardens, Of rustic bridges
crossing deep, quiet streams, of rip
ping brooks, OF clear lakes where
water lilies sleep; such pictures as
touch mems hearts with sense of the
sublime, bringing deep, holy rapture
into the soul aud tears Of earnest CART.
titude to eyes long dry.
And surely the fairest, the sweetest,
upon which the sun shone like smile
from heaven The picture OF long,
green lane, whore the grass grew soft
and thick, whore the banks presented
one mass Of bloom, and the hedges
were white with hawthorne green,
shady, lfag,ant lane, such as one only
sees IN Old England From between
the trees one caught gllmpses of this
landscape, SO fresh from the hands
of Heaven, There was the quaint
picturesque town of Woodcaves, ly.
! Ing In the Worcestershire hills, half
buried In green foliage, surrounded by
thick woods, by rich, green clover
meadows, by golden cornhelds, by
fertile pasture lands, flowery gardens
and frntadon orchards stretching
out to the purple hills as to an un.
known land
There was grand old church
whose spire pointed like slender
hand to heaven. 1t was covered with
ivy aud inclosed by tall oak trees,
under whose shade the dead slept
SO quietly and so well. The houses
were pretty and stood empowered in
trees.
That was the picture one saw from
between the trees; and then, turning
to tho stlle at the end of the lane,
here was another picture even fairer
still
Behind n cluster OF golden laburn.
ums and rur le lilacs there stood a
picturesque gray. old house, bright
ouod by scarlet creepers, by purple
wisteria and climbing woodbines; a
house with large, bright windows
framed In trailing flowers and roses
of white and red with quaint old
gable ends and deep, oyerhanging
caves whore birds built their nests
and spnrrows chirped
A house that stood In a most be.
wildortng gardon~-nor square and
trim, and laid out as the Dutch like
To sCe-hut full of hooks and corners:
full of trees, whose roots were hid.
den In great masses Of mgnonotte and
Glove carnations; full OF old.fashioned
flowers such as poets loved long
years ago-sweet peas and sweet
williams, sOuthernwood and pansics,
ltltcS and roses, Every path had a
charm of its own. leading either to
fragrant Eosebushes or beds of white
lilies, or plats Of ripe.red strawber.
ries or raspherres running wild. At
the end of the garden stood the pretty,
rustic old stile: gold laburnums
dropped over It, and tall Hlacs stood
proudly near; and here, tho sunheams
fell as though they loved to linger.
Tor they frightened the fair head of
enc Of the fairest guls who ever
looked up to the summer skies.
She, Niolante Temple, stood by the
stile, with the labumums dropping
over her, Her lover had pushed
aside the boughs and they made n
frame for her lovely, piquant face,
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