The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1906-08-16
tain In this world, and one should

tain in this world, and one should
never count on anything with conf
dence," he replied with the .acrid bit
terness of the disappointed.
You are right one should not.
| Everything seemed satisfactory.
passed my examination, and I am a
good musician"
He bowed slightl..- in acknowledge
ment of such accomplishments
All that was asked was that I
should send my photograph. 1 did
so, and after few days received a
letter from the old ca, I mean,
lady, saying was too young"
Such injustice!'
"Do you not think so, too? 1t
isn't my fault, and can't add to my
years just for the time being"
There are so many children to be
educated, unfortunately" he added
pessimistically. I'VE are rising
nation. Look about you right here
in this park and see the swarms of
human beings
Indeed, there are fearful lot Of
children; but if you knew what it
meant to find position, the demands
that are made! Very likely I'll prove
too young for other mothers" She
looked about her helplessly.
A smile lit up lis handsome, mel
ancholy face. Don't let that worry
you, lieber Fraulein. Too young!
Don't you see that this too young is
in truth the highest compliment, that
it rouses envy?"
She shook her head obviously.
81 am willing to wager that the
woman in question is a mater famil-
las in the forties, void of graceful
lines, who is suspicious of youthful
curves. Or else a well-preserved
middle-aged person still vain Of her
looks, who does not dare to have a
young and pretty governess about
her. Those whom fate has placed
above you would willingly exchange
places with you, be twenty.one, and
have life before them"
"Are you poet?"
"Why?" he asked, brushing a curl
back from his forehead.
Because you look like one"
He blushed and hesitated for a
moment. EYES," he answered, sigh
ing deeply, but the world will not
recognize me as such. He stopped
short, not knowing whether to con-
fde in her or not. Hers were such
soft, such dear brown eyes! 1--WE
are in a measure companions in sor-
row. I, too, received letter which
crushed me mercilessly."
perhaps you, too, are too young"
eyes," he almost shouted; ''too
young! that's it. The old ones don't
want to recognize US because we are
coming on ard they will have to
yield US their places. They are get
ting uneasy on their toppling thrones.
can see him before me, the old
worthy who rejected my work-an
elderly chap, with bald head and an
embonpoint. You laugh, my dear
Fraulein? am sure he is bald and
has a paunch, like all those in au-
thority and high in Office, and he
wears spectacles; for the eyes grow
dim when one has book of lyrics
for breakfast, drama for dinner,
and novel for supper to review. A
sad office, this literary censorship!
And what does such a demagogue
know himself?"
Never mind, another may appre-
ciate your work." she said consoling-
ly.
Perhaps; or I may write some
thing else. I feel within me the
strength to create a hundred works,
better than what I have done. I see
it before me, still vague, but I shall
hold it," His hand clutched the air.
1--WE shall hurl something at those
old fogies which they shall not dare
to ignore"
The little governess looked at him
as young girls are apt to look at
young enthusiast when he tells them
that he is about to revolutionize the
world.
"You will, no doubt, become cele-
brated some day; you are still so
young"
eyes, I am young!" he exclaimed
exultingly. 1--WE are young, the
world lies open before US, to US be-
longs life"
Listen to the nightingale" she
said, almost piously.
1T sings for us! Spring is ours,
and the poor old critic sits in his
smoky room and reads poems on
spring, ane your mater familias may
at this very moment be discovering
a new wrinkle under her eyes,"
The girl laughed little cruel, tri-
umphant laugh. AFTER all, it is de-
iicious to be still free on such day
as this" and in dreamy way she
drew in the spicy, balmy air. 1T
may be wrong that I rejoice in it so
fully"
"No vo>, are right Don't YOU be-