Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1906-08-04

A smile lit up his handsome, mel
ancholy face. Don't let that worry
you, lieber Fraulein Too young!
Don't you see that this too young IL
in truth the highest compliment, that
1t rouses envy"
She shook her head obviously.
II 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-preserveC
middle-aged person still vain of hel
looks, who does not dare TO have q
young and pretty governess about
her. Those whom fate has placed
above you would willingly exchange
nlaces with you, be twenty-one, and
have life before them"
Are you a poet?"
Why" he asked, brushing a curl
back from his forehead.
Because you look like one"
He blushed and hesitated for o
moment. Yes" he answered, sigh.
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 eyes! 1--WE
are in a measure companions in sor-
row. l, too, received a letter which
crushed me meTcilessly."
stpnp1N nc ~
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 topping 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? I 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 a book of lyrics
for breakfast, a drama for dinner,
and a 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 l may write some
thing else. l feel within me the
to create a hundred works,
better than what have done. see
It before me, still vague, but I shall
hold it" His hand clutched the air
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"
Yes, I am young!" he exclaimed
I'VE 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, and your mater familias may
At this very moment be discovering
4 new wrinkle under her eyes"
The girl laughed little cruel, tri-
lmphant laugh. After all, it is de-
icious TO be still free on such a day
IS this" and in a dreamy way she
irew in the spicy, balmy air. ut
nay be wrong that l rejoice in II SO
ully."
ieve in fate? Isn't it a special act
If Providence that we two should
meet here to-day"
Eyes, l believe in fate" she whis-
,ered. I'VE must meet again, must
We not? Fate decreed that we
should become closed acquainted.
By this time there was little space
eft between them on the seat.
Il don't know, exactly"
only as long as the lilacs are in
the jasmine blossoms
ill the time of roses! You must
lelp me in my work. You give me
ourage, faith, and inspiration. When
Will you come back? Tomorrow?
After tomorrow"
81 cannot come after tomorrow.
Then, Auf Wiedersehn, to-mor-
low. New York Evening Post.