Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1907-05-01

one word, and-'the rest is silence, as
Hamlet says"
She would not even writer
"She would not even write word,
said Cyril, grimly. Not even the
word Co Great Heaven, when L
think of her l wonder whether have
not been dreaming; so true she seem
ed, so pure the driven snow seemed
not SO pure, so unsullied as she was.
And so brave-nothing should separate
us. she said over and over again.
can hear her now"
He looked before him with fixed
eyes. as if, indeed, he heard M rah's
voice, and his head sank upon his
breast.
Yes, it was a dream. anu sweet
enou~ while it lasted; it's the awak-
| ing 4. =. is so bad. And it is Dad, old
man"
And are you awaken" said Jack.
That's something; for Heavens SAKE.
keep so! I'm sorry for you, d; bur
after all, there's something esides
love in the world. 1t would be bad
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weren't. You've your art left .'ou;
that's the mistress who never betrays
YOU, never! Stick to her lad, pay
your devotions at her shrine, and reap
your reward
You are a good fellow, Jack, and
I've reason for being fond of you, and
I admire you Yes, my admiration
runs In all tours with my love an1
gratitude but when hear you talk
like that want to laugh; l want to
that describes mountain scenery by a
man who has never been higher than
Primrose Hill. You're a poet, but
you don't know what love means-you
haven't the A c of it even. Did
! you never see a woman who touched
your heart2" he wound up, savagely.
! That's straight question. and de-
serves a straight answer. Judge for
yourself. You said just now that
was the lion of this off season. THAT
may or may not be. Anyhow, for
some reason best known to them
selves, the poole who collect lions in
their drawing-rooms have cone me the
honor to ask me to go and roar-or
+ bray-in them of late Generally
refuse. but the other night l went 10
one of their COMPOUNDED receptions.
/ The card of invitation was marked
small and early. There was a terrific
crush, and everybody came late 1
poked my nose inside the door. and,
not liking the prospect of being jos
/ tied in a crowd in a hot room. was
boiling, when a woman I didn't know
from Eve, bat who turned out to be
the lady Of the house who asked ME,
came up, and after saying something
| pleasant, offered to introduce me to a
young lady who was a lioness. She
hadn't written a volume of poems. or
committed any crime Of that kind hat
she was simply famous for her beauty
and her-charms, as the old-fashio&ed
write- used to put it."
Cyril sank into his chair and. lean
ing his head upon his hand, listene,3
rather listlessly,
I'm not d painter, Went on Jack,
and so I can't describe her / Only
know that--well, she took my breath
away I dare say there are many
more beautiful women in the world II
haven't taken much stock of them in
the flesh; mine are born in my imag-
nation; but this young person fetched
me in a manner peculiar and strange.
She was neither dark nor fair. | re-
member she had a kind of red-goId
hair, aud that her face had very little
coIrT fr it--what we writer's call iv0rw
white, II | mistake not; and her eyes--l
DONG think | can tell you their colJw |
Fhey might have been brown, buE | !
am Tot sure they were not blue; let's
say they were violet. And when she |
spoke, a faint, shadowy kind of smile
came. over her face like the play of
moonlight upon water I beg your
pardon If Z grow poetical, but this !
young lady deserved all the poetry
man could grind out Fer voice.
heard her before I spoke to her-was
IKE music, but soft and low; the sort
aAAtat Stf1tb4t ONGA sCW anu sSlS YOUR near L
aching with pleasure and pain nicely
mixed"
Heaven and earth,'
She was dressed. well. 1 suppose
she was the best dressed woman in
the room I'm not painter; but if
were, Ed try TO paint that girl, and
when I'd spcceeded--but I never
should succeed-Td remark. Finis
and lay DOWN my brush.
You are IN love with her."
| Just So ! was. I forgot all the
rest Of the people. I was deaf 10 the
noise of the idiots cackling and laugh
ing; ceased to hear the man at the
piano who had been making life bur
den 20 me | thought Of nothing lut
this beau siful creature with the face
Of an angel-angel be hanged: a
woHlant-and l thought. Jack. my
friend il YOU ever fall In love, fail In
love with some one like this. If you
ear find another like her. For here,
enslr aed in this lovely casket. is a
heart of surprising tenderness and
truth Here is the great prize for
which mankind Is ever and ever st~iv-
ing Here is a pearl and a ruby. not
to say diamond above price. If