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Show Till: BEK. 4 j: g c aac caocg acncc aas n rj aa a aoaaaaa aa-a- CLIPPINGS FROM THE LiRRK. aaacaaaa a a a n vr.a n aaaaaaaaaaaoaaoaaa Till-- : FRICK OF FAME. !. I! p. iu. Saturday Night, August Il.iriy dear, what do you por Ive been up to now; But you ce hadnt any idea IM get in mi deeply when I Marled ! It began tliii way you won't be mail, will vour And 1 didn't have time to isk you about it 1 Vauc he wanted it right away- I didnt even have time to wire you, for I only go. letter at 2 oclock, and mine had to go back in the 4 o'clock mail. To write a whole biography of you from Chaucer to the ! in present day, in that time of course its words of one syllable, and what 1 didn't know, I made up it was very exciting. ; Well, to begin at the beginning) was reading the August Nightingale and by the way, if he doesnt send back the photograph, youll give me another one, wont you ? And for him to insist so on having nil your letters ! Though he was really very nice about it. But to say Bunners was the Of course I only Virelai in ICnglish! couldnt stand that, having such a vivid recollection of votirs in No. 18, and so I told him- - and in my impetuous way I asked him The rest is too awful! wonder if you w ill ever forgive me! I knowhow modest you are much too much so, for your own good, Harry, really you are! But I am so proud of you, Harry, and I want people to know how bright you are! know you will sav horrid things about Samson and Delilah, when you see the September Book Worm, and youll think Im perfectly shameless and cant keep a secret or anything, because I told about that time our canoe drifted away last summer on Xaushonjtlsland, but you were really so clever then, I just couldnt help telling Mr. Sears aboutit,but 1 never thought hed put sow the proofs. it in till Really 1 blue penciled it, but he wouldnt take it out. Please write the minute you get this and tell me if you feel very bad about it! Yours anxiously, - 1 1 1 Marian. THE PITFALLS OF MYSTICISM, OR, thf: atheism of fate. Monotony, C. P. R. R., a station and two small wooden buildings; a blank waste of prairie, a line of track, straight to the level horizon, a cloudless sky. The Ogden is waiting upon a Express (East-bounsiding. A distant whistle, a faint hum, a vibrant roar a poundi lg, rattling rush of d noises, and the Chicago Limited throws itself alongside the station, pantsettle ing and throbbing. The roars back with aJong hiss, the escape-valvhoarsely, a cloud of vapour rising like the Genie emerging from the bottle, while the locomotive drinks eagerly from the tank. Dusty travelers'crawl from the coaches, and d) West-boun- air-brak- es e v- - pace sti hly up ami down toe hoard walk, in the sunshine. A voting man with golf cap ami cigarette, walks leisurely down the alley between the trains, and scats himself upon the steps of a vestibule of the Ogden F.xprcss. Directly opposite him is the platform of the laM Pullman of the Chicago Limited Through the door of this coach, enters to him, a ung woman - a lady, by every proof of face, dress and hearing. She holds in of the Lectures of one ham! a note-booYivckananda, and stands by the iron rail of the platform after glancing iraukly at the young man. After a minute she speaks always in a low, dreamy, almost impersonal tone and manner. He is keenly sensitive, Net obviously restrained, as if imcertonof the niceties of his replies. She: Are vou w hat is called corner.- k -- tionalr He: I beg your pardon -- are you speak ing to me? She: To vou yes, in a wav. To the individual You. not to the personal You. though. Do you know what I mean? He: Why, yes, I think so yet if I do not know what you mean, there is no need of asking such a question, is there? She: That vt tv true. Still, it was such an effort to speak at all. You might easily have misunderstood me. lie. You can trust me we are of the same cast, I assure you and there are some things that even a man knows by intuition. She: You think so? Then you think we can sav what we reallv think, without The tlisgui.se, in these three minutes? porter said wo were to stay here only three minutes. He: But why for only three minutes? She: Ah, thats the mystery of it all! Why is it? Yet, if it were for longer, I would never dare speak to you at all. But it has seemed so strange to me these flying glimpses of people like images seen in a flash-ligpicture, and then fading away into nothing. I couldnt stand it. It seemed as if I must speak to some one, and say something real, and then be swept apart. What does it all mean? Do you think we have ever met before? He: Why, yes- - I know it. She: You feel it too? Oh, I wonder when! Perhaps thousands of years ago who knows? He: But we shall meet again, shant 0 0 0 ht we? She: Ah, yes perhaps thousands of years hence, maybe. I wish I could feel sure of it! He: 1 feel sure of it. She: Do you? I wonder how we shall know each other! If Iconic! only give you some word to know me by! Some message for you to keep! I feel as if you were on some passing star, and I trying to speak to you, before you were swept into I space again. Its all like a dream! wonder if vou understand whv I am talkingo to you like this He: I think I understand you better than you understand me. She: Why? But there is the bell, and ! 1 shall ntt till the tunc, See, your train i moving, t 1 n iietcr know (joGtlliyc! must hurry! iiddjtc! Mi, h! get n your train, plcau ! Oh, ya will he lell! Why don't you go? Yon imiM go! There, the train has gone! What do you mean? Yon mustn't follow me, you will v Mi, why did I begin this! spoil etert thing. What are you going to do? lie: I am going to Ogden. I hope you will forgive me! m were on the other train! She: But He: For three minutes only. I hate b en in tlii c ,r. four seat behind t on, ettr since w Jett Chic..go! m thf: losing of maml After awhile we came to a ttrv ahsuid country, where all the lam! was water, and hard a the rocks of the ocean was Dundee. When we had CMinbed and stumbled til! we were intensely weary, uc sate Thi down. i indeed, a verv miserable 0 of topographical establishment m , peculiari- ties, said Mami. Then all the fishes said, O help us, for we are tired of burrow ing through this solid sea! and die birds said, O he lp us, for we are tired of roosting on these sliding, slip- pery But foam-trees- ! I Go a wav0 with vou. 1 have trouble my ow n," said Mami. Then Mami called down the stars from their sockets in thin pace, and piled them three and three in a great beep by the shore side, and lit them with blazing comets, so that they flamed up in a huge, hot fire. Then the ocean began to coagulate, and became a sticky mud, and the mountain melted, and when the whole mass ran together, then Mami said: Would you rather a whole lot of little -- islands in a very blue sea. or a large continent with rivers and lakes and plains, and high mountains running up and down the edges? Make me a beautiful ocean, with a big island in the center, said 1; and all around set a circle of little islands, not too faraway. And you and I shall live on the big island forever until am tired, and then I will go and play with the girls on the little islands, one after another, until I have gone wholly around, and then I will come back and live on the big island again with Mami. Then Mami smiled with one eye. And she pulled the gum apart, and watered it with her tears, and, taking lumps in her hands, she fashioned of world-stuf- f them into tiny balls and kissed them and to set! them up into space, where they shone so brightly, that no one has discovered to this day that they are not the very stars. But wneie Mami stood became a big island, while between us rolled a great sea, for I was left alone on one of the little islands with a pretty girl, but not so pretty as Mami. And I travel around from island to island, playing with the girls on the little islands, but I can never get back to the big island, and that is where Mami is. For, though J send many messages by the birds and the fishes, no word comes back to me from Mami, on the big island. 1 |