The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1905-03-25
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fBy SJohonne Is Jergensen.

| MS Burgund u, his flowers and his
hIlkE.stand and Went out lamp IN hand.
70. see who was thefe on tlie land.
Ing stood q TAI, slender young n,sa
with Ia broad sfelt hat Oh Ills Head !; a
short,&j Jacket was buttpneIi tsgf,tls
about him and the collar was turned
up over his ears lie mentioned the
poets. name and asked Ito Zee him,
|,wheereaponi the poet usheretl the
4 stranger before him into his roori.
o,n8the table were the Burgundy the
lowers and the nkstands The young
man ga2ed tlxedl y upon IL aiI THE
poet had brought out another giass:
anu tllled sits with some sof The heavy
vine for his stfang visitor.
sss;ls this what your room LOOKS
.Ilike2f Ssaiid the stfang er after awhile
with contented sigh ana an sdos!
ing glance toward me poet. Il am
come TO seeiit before n die
The ll 3 startled s poet sset llis goblet
down on the table bang !. Are
YOU ,sman?is he asked,
Lam quite well answered the
stranger. mere nothing what 3
ever the matter witt my BODY il islI
only M, soul which cannot hold ont
any longer, N am going ID die.
and and before my death atonged to see
you. and that SisgWhy rang sourshell
at at this ulnearthly hour, 3s.
The stranger drank some wine
Ills voice trembled ssllgbtly and his
face was I'yery! pale. had perhaps
seen a scores q summers and thery
was in his bearing and features
something ndescrlbable which sus.
gestedl: kinship8 between him mid hls
puzzled host; some slight rcseni.
blialR,ce5 50 that Que mi ht easily dayo,
taken lem for distant relatives.
10y ,onlsarc8tlieS human being who has
been most p me tRs stranger went
on. 81 = have read ali syolr books oyer
and I! oyer &, again. know pages By
heart he and Whole poems, TOO. lily
real life has been lived iii yon and
with No.
What are YOU them asked the
poet fee ling d. the same time whit
a poor 4, ttlei question he asked.
And why have yolt never come 10
me before heaadde a
a"ItsswasE not at i'll necessary, tho
other answered. knew yoi, yerss
vel, too well perhaps ii was only
that Wished that lust YOU Should lie
the last man saw tliis room
the last human abode which shei.
tered lfe. a wanted Gle ftlneral tai
take place from this house.
The Sstrange ttlfani; again and
continued: AsS ito what has been
my Calling that can make no diner.
e1nce 70 you. Perhaps All my time
has been spent behind the coSnter
ina lows dusty shop; where every
half hour sold Ssa must Vi boob % aI
Door stndent and iii tn psuses peep,
sd outs into ID dirty, marrow street al
the $puddles Of rain between
| the stones. q
erfaps $50 perhaps not. Per
haps2s there was q time when wibIed +
tot,5 write To be q poet and become a
great4manS like Esots
remember when ] first saw
yogiiSS was sin5 ne summer time IN
a1littles country place you were pass.
| ing through: The country was flhl I
Of yollr5sname OF that dine people
We're either shocked or enthusiastic,
I Those of Jus who we're young focked
aroung your creatl Ions and fought for
them as we would for Our flse: 3
saw YOU leaving the hotel In the
market place; carriage was wait
| ing for YOU at the door. You came
followed sby two young ladies for
whom you opened The carriage door:
.iSa ~ otSs ~ ptt 3uph-
ed handsome and strong, you were
well dressed and were laughing and
talking and evidently In high spirits,
having enjoyed your! good food and
wine. You noticed my admiring
gaze and threw me q passing glance,
as people throw d penny to d beggar 4
I5know now that & shah never be a {
writer but Is did mot know 1t then. !
imagined that was Just like you
because 4 could feel what yon had
found words for. j mistool the echo
within me for the sound Of my own
harp. 3s3
o.. you don't know continued
the stranger. and his voice rose and
grew firmer. 81 ou don't know what
you do when you sit here writing uE'
der the infuen nee d your wine and
the night You don't know you
transform create. change the fate Of
many human beings BY simple