The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1912-08-01
IIk STATIONS 61 M.I.NETT1KR
COPYRIGHT 1911 ~ BOBBS MERRILL COMPANY

10 along, both of you," said Mrs.
Chedsoye. Il am too old to dance. !
prefer watching people," She sat
down and arranged herself comfort
ably. She was always arranging her
self comfortably; it was one of the Sc
erets of her perennial youth. She
was very lovely, but George had eyes
for the daughter only. Mrs. Ched-
soye saw this. but was not in the least
chagrined.
1T is so many years since tripped
the light fantastic toe" George con-
fessed, reluctantly and nervously, now
that he had bravely committed him
self. ut is quite possible that the
accent will be primarily upon the
trip"
Perhaps, then" replied the girl.
who truthfully was out of tune, per
haps 1 had better get my wraps and
weIl 60 outside. The night is glori-
GUS"
She couldn't have suggested any.
thing more to his liking. And so,
after little hurrying about, the tive
young people went outside and began
to promenade slowly up and down the
mole. Their conversation was desul.
tory. George had dropped back into
his shell and the girl was not equal
to the task of drawing him out.
Once he stumbled over a sleeping
beggar, and would have fallen had she
not caught him by the arm.
Thanks. I'm clumsy"
TITS rather difficult to see them in
the moonlight; their rags match the
,pavements."
The Egyptian night, that sapphirine
darkness which the flexible imagina-
ton peoples with lovely and terrible
shades, or floods with mystery and ro-,
nance and wonder, lay softly upon
this strip Of verdure aslant the des-
ert's.face, the Valley of the Nile. The
moon, round, brilliant, strangely near,
,suffused the SCARED old visage of the
world with phantom silver; the stones
of the parapet glowed DULY, the pave
ment glistened Whitley, all things ii
touched with gentleness, lavishins
beauty upon beauty, mellowing ugli
ness or effacing it. The deep blue
Nile, beribboned with the glancine
lights from the silent feluccas, curling
fmusically along the sides Of the frost,
like dahabeahs and steamers, rolled
on to the sea; and the blue-white
arc-lamps, spanning the Great Mile
bridge, took the semblance of pearl
necklace. From time to time cara
van trooped across the bridge into
Cairo. The high and low weird notes
of the tom-toms, the wheezing protests
Of the camels, the raucous defiance OF
the donkeys, the occasional thin
music Of reeds, were sounds that
crossed and recrossed one another,
anciently.
DO you care for poetry, Mr.. Jonesf-H
Il? used TO write it"
& And you aren't afraid to admit It ?"
Well, ] shouldn't confess the deed
10 every enc. he answered frankly.
:tssWe FL Tr1te poetry at one time OF
anotherj but It's generally not constt
tutional, and we recover"
Il do not see why any one should be
ashamed of writing poetry"
"Ah. but there is poetry and poetry.
MY kind and Byron's is born of kin.
dred souls; but he was an active
genius, whereas, l wasn't even a pas.
Isive one. In all great poets find my
own rejected thoughts, as Emerson
says; and that's enough for my slen-
der needs. Poets are rather uncom.
portable chaps to have round. They
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