The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-03-28

ing to hold me from it, nothing to stand
in the way? If I were only a man and
you a woman?-why, I'd come to you,
here in our paradise, one day, like this.
I'd whisper in your ear Dearest Of every
thing, what are we waiting for, you and
1? Listen! Tonight, when all's dark,
when you've gone to your room and they
think you've gone to your bed, when the
lights are out and the servants asleep,
come away, very softly, to make no
noise, oh, very softly! Come out into the
garden under the chestnut trees. I'll be
waiting for you by the fountain, and
We'll go, hand in hand down under the
trees, down to the little low door in the
wall that gives upon the boulevard. Well
unlock the door and let ourselves out.
Then we'll close it again very carefully.
There will be carriage waiting at the
curb-and the broad world waiting be-
yond, the broad world to pick and choose
from, Eleanor. Oh, and a man to care
for you, shelter you, guard You from Ill,
who loves you that he can't speak of
it without a sort of dizziness. who trem-
bles at your finger-tips!-what are we
waiting for. you and II" -.
what are we waiting for, you and
I?'' said the Princess Eleanor in a half
whisper. "Ah, if you weren't the prince
nor I the princess! What would you
say to-the woman who came down
through the garden and out the little low
door in the wall with you? How would
you love her?" r.. D..
| GLOW should love her?" cried Denis
Mallory in a shaking voice. 'How should
I love her, Eleanor? How shall say?
| Are there words for such things? How
! should I love her? Oh, words beggar
love, my sweet! They must be the same
old word that a thousand other men with
| paltry souls have breathed to thousand
other women whose cheap vanity must be
fed. Should I drag her to their low level
4 with set phrases, canting words? Tell
her that her eyes are stars, and her mouth
is a red flower afire, and her cheeks white
! roses flushed with love? How should
4 love her, Eleanor? Madly as martyr
|.loves the cause he dies for, tenderly as the
sunshine loves the garden that it wakes tt
t. life, as constantly as the tide loves the
moon that it follows about the earth! How
should I love her? Why, so that all low
ness, all meanness, all deceit, all old sor
rows and old sins must be laid away, lef
| utterly. behind, so that my heart were
rose garden for her to walk In, my sou
a shrine with her image over the altar
, All, should be man with her DeS1d
me, Eleanor .e
sss"If you were not the prince nor tn
} princess said she in a low, hushed voic
) that trembled when she spoke, why then
you would be the king and the queen
> king and queen of all the great, bright
? beautiful world! Free to wander hand i
J., hand from one end Of our realm to tn
t other-and the world would be ros
r garden then, Carlo, for all my world woul
+ be your heart, my king. All, should b
the humblest queen that ever lived, fo
: I'd ask no more Of privilege than to loo
; in your eyes and see the love there, waite
, your smile and see how bright the su
4 shone The winged angels in heave
. must go envying you and me-if you Wer
I not the prince nor I the princess"
: a sparrow swooped to the fountain
curb before their feet and gathered
!. wisp Of straw, a loop Of cord. His mat
d twittered from the branches above viii
he rose with his burden.
3 .sYonder goes a king!' cried tt
Z Princess Eleanor. softly. and his quee