The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1906-08-02

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educated, unfortunately" he added
pessimistically. 1--WE are a 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 II you knew what it
meant to find a 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 his handsome, mel
ancholy face. Don't let that worry
you. lleber 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.
II am willing to wager that the
woman in question is 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
young and pretty governess about
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above you would willingly exchange
places with you, be twenty-one, and
have life before them"
Are you a poet?"
"Why?" he asked, brushing q curl
back from his forehead.
Because you look like one"
He blushed and hesitated for a
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ing deeply, "but the world will not
recognize me as such. He stopped
short, not knowing whether to con-
fide in her or not. Hers were such
soft, such dear brown eyesi 1--WE
are in a measure companions in sor-
row. /, too, received letter which
crushed me mercilessly."
Perhaps you, too, are too young"
YES" he almost shouted; too
young! that's it. The old ones don't
want to recognize us because we are
coming on and they will have to
yield us their places. They are get
ting uneasy on their toppling thrones.
l 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 , may write some
thing else. / feel within me the
strength to create a hundred works,
better than what have done. I see
1t before me, still vague, but l 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 a
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, 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
''It sings for us! Spring is ours,
and the poor old critic sits in his
, smoky room and reads poems on
!, spring, and your mater familias may
at this very moment be discovering
new wrinkle under her eyes,"
The girl laughed little cruel, tri-
, umphant laugh. after all, 1t is de-
I licious to be still free on such day
/ as this" and in a dreamy way she
drew in the spicy, balmy air. at
/ may be wrong that l rejoice in it SO
fully"
mo, you are right. Don't you be-
5 lieve in fate? Isn't it a special act
3 of Providence that we two should
meet here to-day?"
"Yes, believe in fate" she whis-
} pered. 1--WE must meet again, must
3 we not? Fate decreed that we
r should become closed acquainted. "
BY this time there was little space
5 left between them on the seat.
2 81 don't know, exactly"
: "Only as long as the lilacs are in
bloom-till the jasmine blossoms
b till the time of roses You must
e help me in my work. You give me
: courage, faith, and inspiration. When
will you come back? To-morrow
r After Tomorrow"
"I cannot come after tomorrow"
: "Then, Auf Wiedersehn, to-mor-
r row. New York Evening Post.
The Travelling Salesman.
4 Better than a letter from your
n wife, sweetheart or even President