The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1905-09-15
Train Can't Wait

During few DAYS after Clara's
arrival the whole house was upset,
making and receiving calls, dinner
parties, dancing parties, lawn ten
nis-the DAYS were not long enough
to hold their pleasures. Then all
was quiet at the mill.
In the orchard, which was large,
the walks were spread over with
sand, and the trees, loaded with
fruit, afforded beautiful, shady
grove. This was Clara's fayorite
nook Here she would 20 and read
poetry. She had been given the
works Of Lamartine, beautifully
bound. Now, LamartiRe is very
tender poet, and Clara was still in
her teens, and this was summer, and
the fragrance of the flowers and the
murmur Of the breeze acted on her
young mind, and through this book
she would dream of thiags that sire
had never dreamed Of before.
One day her mother asked her If
,he remembered her eossln Albert.
"Oh, yes, indeed" said she. This
answer came from her heart. She
blushed, and from her neck TO her
brow she felt that sort OF electricity
that is produced by little shame
and great pleasure.
well" said her mother, you
will see him very soon.
Clara war about to say, "Oh, how
glad | am" but she thought 1t more
proper to say nothing.
And why was she silent! | will
tell vou-it was because she had
read Lamartine. Why does pretty
poetry make one false: Well, |
don't know. but it speaks Of love
and what Is love:
well" said Clara, Il have not
seen him for two years suppose
he Is changed"
"Not more than you," said her
mother, casting a loving glance Of
admiration at her daughter. you
were a little girl when you went
away. You are a Young lady now"
Clara ran off to her beloved grove
to hide the bushes on her cheeks
and the beatings of her heart She
sat down, drew from her pocket her
volume Of poetry, but read not q
line.
Albert arrived few days before
he was expected. but she was think
mg Of him. She always had roses
on her cheeks. but these roses
hanged into peonies when she saw
him. and her HANDS trembled. He
took hold of those hands and kissed
her on both cheeks
He was d medical student who
had not Vet in his brain the least
thou. III Of ANYTHING serious. lie had
.uddcnly discovered in himself a vo-
alton for the beautiful science of
.Esculapius that he might 60 TO
Paris to sYcad a i.w years of his
life and waste a few thousands of
h, fathers francs.
".Ah. little colsin," said he, you
are pretty now. Whv. am afraid |
shall fall in love with you.
She looked at him. not knowing
what to sa'
"Iaye YOU forgotten the good
times We had in this garden and over
there in the woods:"
"Oh, no, said she.
"And when we would 60 rowing
and | would scare YOU by swinging
to and fro in the boat to capsize
you?"
"Oh, no. ! remember il all"
"Then why don't YOU put your
arms around my neck and say pleas
ant things to me. as you did then Z"
Il don't know" she faltered.
Then he said to himself, "This
cousin of mine must be little sim
pleton."
"Well," said he aloud, "and what
is this book :"
"Lamartne. Ii is beautiful
Il don't think so. ] think it stu
pidP Then, seeing that she was
somAwhat abashed, he added, why
doei il displease YOU that | should
not hare for Lamartine? 2"
Because I love his poems.
Nell, il I read poetry ! want
lAlfhd de Mus4et. ] shall send you
his orkF when ! get to Paris
"a this moment they heard a
lqui4 and firm step on the sandy
walt, and a youtg man came upon
thet.
Excuse me, rhademoiselle," said
lhe. Il have just harmed that Al
bert is here. and I',have come to
.