The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-04-04

III Aueit4AR ttlAc~ " ~. AtANeN INTO tttlfll1
compared with which our Ideas of
heaven are fame,
/ knew poetess once. Miss sarah
Jones. she wrote pnder the pseudo
nyn 81 Madeline Les Miss Jones
was real poetess Unfortunately
critic was required 10 appreciate what
She wrote though 1 real critic would
place her poems on a pretty high piat.
forIn. HeSwoald read her verses how.
ever. with the wish that he might
catch hold Or her skirts and pull her
down to q nearer proximity with real
life. feeling that II he could do 50 she
would express II beautifully. Never
theless Afiss Jones occasionalls dippeds
into Hight vein and when she did 50
was remarkably successful.
Miss Jones was fifty. she was as
impractical as dying machine, She
was continually getting locked out Of
her house because she could never &C.
member to take the key. she had
nothing that she didn't lose. She lost
nothing that she could find. She al
ways had something to love In poetic.
way. whether 1t was a boy, 4 girl. q
horse or d dog. Iionce asked her why
she had never married. These were
her reasons given in slow. thonght-
fnl fashion that spoke more pictur,
esquely than her words:
/ had a lover once he was tine
young fellow. Everybody said he
would he snccessfnI: everybody ia.
'nlired. everybody respectedl him. II
never knew why heitOul a fancy to
qraesslut headih There wasn't any
thing more about me then. to take a
fancy to than there Is now. Il seems
to me that was exactly the same as
am today. Ny skin WASN'T 50 near
like parchment. and my teeth were
white, and none Of them had tlronbedl
ont. but had The sauica soni, and.
after all, it's tile soul that is dogea. II
It were thesshody how would old people
love each uther:
II didn't seem to me TINT my lover
loved me FOR what was really worth.
lie said he loved me because was
PECULIAR not IKE tile other Girls 7
supposed was we'll looking then. for
he praised my chestnut hair aud. my
brown. eyes. That was the first time /.
knew kp that ] hqd chestnut hair. and
brown eyes. Ny eyes never Interested
me. and my. hair bothered ME. for IL j.
didn't keep running comb through ii
there WIS sHrd o ,ber a tangIe. Bnt,it.
fiidnt'seemi 10 ymu itarat my lover was
laoman for me, teNlpdbtarp to- though
every one else looked tlR toahim. he
said was too good for l,lm.sas
One evening he came TO see, me after
I'd been writing. II was a spring even.
ing, The moon was half full Tie air
was laden With the odor OF flowers.
lightning bugs We're flashing between
dayiand, dark.and itseemed 10 me thar
the7earth was dressed In spangles and
the moon WAS, lighting them up. There
was a danodH sky IN the west. with
oply one fine long cloud over the hori,
zon that looked as II 1t had been drawn
There with a purple ana Sefmiiiorl pen
Pen. p i1t6. fef1t zf-e
T Iefelt my lovers hand mid on mine:
then an arm stole aroundsauyo waist
He told me how he had loved me even,
whlen, we were children at school; that
he used to steal away from the other
boys TO pc With me, to listen to lie
strange things said to him. BE DIDN'T
nunderstahd them. but they lifted me
uponia plane aborelhlnl and stimulated
ibis fascination for me. II wassaliivery
sweetS The moon licked down on us
with q smile. The ,firefies grew dim;
the pencil streak in the west died
away. He asked me If could give
him my love. / let my head sink on
his breast, where I could hear the pms
sationsnof his heart and said: I.
The next day began to wonder IL
I'd done very fine or4a very silly
thing. There was no. moon, no dreniess
no, pencil mark on a daffodii sky. I
was appalled, at the change ii me He
was to come 70 See me III tie evening.
and to get rid of kImsTI event away
from home to sspend the night / didl
not sleep wink. III this Is tileshap
ptness Of ian engagement. / said to.
myself. III. IS the happiness OF iusan..
ity. AT any rate. another day win
drive me crazy ] went home IN tie
afternoon resolved 70 tell him that
I'd made mistake. he must release
me. They told me he had been to see
me the night. before. and when he
learned that I'd gone away without
leaving any WORD for him he Was
nearly frantic waited for him 10
come again that might put him out
Of his misery ana have the thing over
with. He came ut last and asked me
for heavens sake to tell him what
was the matter. said 10 him.
Forgive me. didn't know what
was doing
And you don't love me after aIlss
-'I dOn't feeI amy different / from
what / did before I got engaged
FeelY,