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Show I " That's Another Story. " 1 Tho fond illusions which one has nurtured dur- H ihg all the halcyon springtime of life aro often H shattered from base to apex, when his heart's M idol, around whom are 'clustered all the tendrils H and laurdls of his love and hope utters one ideal- M blasting phrase which shows so grave a poverty M of imagination" that her cerebum ought to be sent M to the county infirmary.' The idealist of am ex- M change, who had survived one of these paralytic M jars, tolls how the idyllic dream of the Tender m Bard was hurled into abysmal oblivion by the B Idol of the Universe, with whpm ho was strolling m r under the vernal shadows and In the adolescent B t splendors of Pcjj? park. Near the tfark was the M cbttage whee lived the author of that most H rhythmically exquisite poem in all American Ht- H eraturo, The Raven. fl "What a pretty little house," she said. "Whoso H it?" H J "That," said he, with due leverence, "is the H Poe cottage, tho shrine of a great but sad genius." B "Oh, yes," she added, "and that looks like old H Poe himsolf training the flowers to grow." H She paused because she had said all; he H paused because he was speechless. And as Ihey H walked home together ho wondered if marriage, H after all, would be a condition of complete un- H derstanding. H vi S t H ' That is reminiscent of what happened to a Hi rhapsodical young artizan in the architecture of H verse who was recontly uncoiling what he be- H lioved a felicitous dissertation on literature while H basking in the scintillant inspiration of a pair of W transluscdnt eyes twin daughters of Leda, as H . -Pde says belonging to the fair face of a local H belle of prominence. H "Did you joverobserve' he enquired, "that the H memory of certain books we readln our child- H hood comes back to us in the after years like the H scent of flowers or perfumed breezes wafted from H Oriental seas? Does it not eftect you that way H to reflect upon "She Stoops to Conquer?" H "Well, no, I can't say it does," she replied H with a smile seraphic. "The fact is I have read H so little of Shakespeare, you know." H And the dazed Incipient bard wandered like a H crippled satyr out to where poor Luna was H throwing pale opals into the darkness even as H she cast them of old into the garret of the lm- H pecunious Goldsmith. H & & H That is certainly a very important siesta, with H which Miss Knecht has been regaling herself H during the past four weeks. And I am wondering H it after all so elaborate a cavorting with the H witchery of dreamland Is not a state of unctious H beatitude. No Cerobus-browed creditor, with H caliope-attuned throat valves, can come bounding H with bilious visage into this eternal calm. You H escape the circuitous careerings of the morning H newspapers, and thereby do Hot have to sinui--, H , late an Interest in the clever sallies of young H Arthur Roosevelt, or peer with breathless interest H through the stories of tho presidential touring H fiesta, only to learn after devouring a column of H qongealed journalistic teadium, that the only H went of importance In the magisterial tourna- H ment was the stupendous" verity that the Presi- H dent had up to 11 o'clock failed to encompass the H agsassination of a bear and that shortly after a H luncheon of Reno salad served on a Baluchistan H pie plate he was last seen speeding like Satan H chasing a recalcitrant monk on the Dare uack of H a bald faced and never-before-bestridden broncho. H So all ills and mal-evolutions of Fate have their H golden-binding, as Goldsmith says. H iv t t7 1 ! And now there are many forensic spasms in 1 the East in regard to whether the bust of Brig- H ham Young should ornament the august halls of tho St. Louis exposition. It should certainly be there and on a lofty pinnacle, but by the same token why should not the statue of Joseph Smith, his predecessor and the real founder and evangel of Mormonism, have a place? During all the yeai's of his brief but wonderful career, he" was the foremost fore-most and acknowledged chieltain of the Mormon hosts, and it was Smith and not Brigham who threw out the dcceliastical lariat that has since encircled 400,000 believers in the divinity of the prophet's mission; it was Smith and not Young who lead them through their tumultuous maneuvers maneu-vers from Now York to Missouri; i was likewise Smith, and not Young, who planned and partially inaugurated the pilgrimage of the Mormon thousands thou-sands into the unknown empire of tho west. The master-predominance and Napoleonic leadership of Brigham Young in the later years years has eclipsed the luminary of his great forerunner. Still I believe that among the generations or the future the First Prophet will tower above the second as a great American historic figure. A. N. |