The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1910-12-16
The Love Classic

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painted green. Above one end hung
pinllish balls of hydrangea; at the
other, lilacs nodded pertaining the per-
feet bower. Upon the bench nestled
dreamy Miss Euphrosyne and Major
Stanton, whom all his little world
called unimaginative.
Il am going to read to you today
major" answered Miss Euphrosyne.
'Humph." snorted the major. THAT
isn't what l came here to talk to you
about
But, major" protested the lady, 81
wrote this poem myself. 1t is sonnet
Humph." snOrted Major Stanton
How could love beckon? How many
hands has love? Who ever saw it,"
The lady flushed Now. don't be
foolish. I'm going to read and | want
honest, candid criticism"
The major stirred uneaSily beneath
the fluffy balls of hydrangea. But
didn't come to listen to poetry want
ed to ask you something
Listen, cautioned Miss Euphrosyne
Then she began to read in soft, liquid
cadence:
When night has cast her mantle o'el
the sward"-
Hugh!" interrupted the major. 81
CUES that mantle of night figure is
about the oldest figure ever invented
l think Ham sang it to Shem during
the big rain
Miss Euphrosyne smiled, but not toe
Sweetly, and resumed:
And the silver notes of Natures noe,
turne wind
Hugh! Humph! Pshaw,.n' sput-
tered the major. Il would like tC
know who first told a poet notes were
silver"
Major Stanton" said Miss Euphro-
syne severely. You might at least be
kind"
The major grinned. All right. You
said to be honest. Let's get it over.
want to talk about ourselves"
Miss Euphrosyne took UP the brok.
en- thread:
Through lea and dale, o er scarp and
dune and fell"-
Hey, stop" cried the major. is
this an American poem, or is it pig
con Chinese or Hottentot? What is a
lea and dune? You'll have to cut Out
that nature taking"
Miss Euphrosyne turned suuarely
and her flush was deep, and her voice
Quivered. Major Theophilus Stanton
l wish to distinctly understand that
gave you no license to be insulting. il
you are not able to appreciate good
poetry, you ought to keep still about
it. And as for that questisn you've
been limiting about asking-why, ]
could never care for a man who did
not care for sonnets"
oh" sighed the major; that's diff
ferent."
My ideal is the man who dotes on
poetry continued Miss Euphrosyne
dreamily.
"Ah," sighed the major; "lets have
that exquisitely beautiful sonnet
again
Miss EuphrOsyne looked glowingIy
at the candid critic. then read the
sonnet through, dwelling lovingly on
each sounding rhyme. When she had
finished, she looked inquiringly at
Major Stanton. That gentleman had
risen to his feet.
Il rise to remark he said, that tie
sonnet just read marks rev era in
the worlds poetic annals. 1t makes
Shakespeare look like piker and pu S
Milton on the blinky-blin 1t is
rhythmic liquid and soothing. 1t
has the tones of nature, the fragrance
of the forests, the tints of autumn.
the carol of spring and the purl of
hidden broolIlets, all in one In short,
Miss Euphrosyne, your poem is a
peach, a masterpiece, a lulu and a
classic
"Oh, dear, dear, major!' sighed
Miss Euphrosyne.
"And now, said the major, about
that question:"
Il think we'd better be married in
june" sighed Miss Euphroysne.
And the pinkish hydrangea balls
nodded over at the fragrant, all-wise
!;lacs.