El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1910-10-20
The Herald's
Daily Short Story

Schopenhauer ceased laughing and
his brow cIouded.
''Oh, you are already comparing him
and me. You speak to me about fame,
to me, Arthur Schopenhauer, whom
you do not know Fame came to this
young poet early, too early TO be last
ing. Nevertheless he deserves it for
But I, I am a creator, just as he is, Gre
ator surely of but one work, but my
work takes in the whole world.
Wondering and terrified, Theresa
looked at this strange growing Ger
man and almost thought he had gone
crazy. But he Gained down and went
on:
But what am I talking about and
to whom? Forgive me. l only wanted
to tell you that 1 care little for such
fame which is like passing cloud and
L know that when Lord Byron shall
have been forgotten long ago, then
first will my fame reach its zenith
Had he said too much already? Alas,
Theresa was not listening to him. HIS
power over her was gone He decided
to put her TO a decisive test
do you know, dear" he said, that
it was to meet this genius 1 sacrificed
the pleasure of your company tonight
ooh, it was. Why, of course you
must meet him.
Yes. and next time we meet" he
said with a knowing smile, I'VE might
all three take a walk along the Lido
together"
Then she suddenly grew tender again
from gratitude. She threw her arms
around his neck
But no. he said, Il have changed
my mind. 1 prefer my Theresa's COM
Of n
world
An expression of disappointment
came into her face.
But I do not want to be the one
who persuades you"
81 will not CO." Schopenhauer roar
ed, let the poet go to the devil,
though 1 think as highly of him as you
do. Do you see this letter? A man
named Goethe whom you probably new
er heard of, gave me this letter in Ger
many. 4 should be glad to hear he
writes that Lord Byron, the poet, and
Arthur Schopenhauer. the philosopher,
had learned to like and perhaps even
love each other as friends What do
care for this letter now? II is good
enough only to be thrown to the stupid
fishes
Furious, he tore the letter and
threw the pieces into the sea.
Tonight, Theresa, I come to you for
the last time Tomorrow I &c away
from here"
In the evening Schopenhauer came TO
Theresa. who received him with her
usual tenderness. and when at midnight
he said goodbye to her forever, she
shed sincere tears and begged him not
to go.
NO, my dear Contessina, 1 do not
want to be in your way. The time of
the rough German barbarian is up at
last, the handsome English poet is
coming. OF my own free will 1 give
you up, before 1 am robbed of you.
Hurry to Piazza di San Marco, The
resa! Do not waste any time
You insult me, Arthur Is then the
honor of a woman not sacred to you?"
More sacred still is my honor as a
philosopher, which forbids me to run
after stupid and painful excitement,
when it is far easier to get out of
the way"
When SchOpenhauer. next year, re-
ice, a gondolier showed him the won
derful Villa Mira, the property Of the
famous English poet.
Then Lord Byron no longer lives at
Palazzo Mocenigo?"
"Oh, yes, eccellenza, but he has turn
ed Villa Mira over to the beautiful
countess Theresa Puccioli."
The philosopher smiled, pleased at
the thought that the poet had made
good use of his gift.