Life — April 2, 1898 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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voice of the daint so tired of sunshine there nothing else “Storms shepherdess he remarked ; and clouds surround us,” her lover, “but there is no gate for them into Arcadia. But loo! he continued, ‘‘at the gifts the given; at the trees, rich harvest.” “Yes,” she said, ‘but bent to earth with their weight of fruit. In our world our feet grow weary on too smooth a path, while the very answered sun bas in a yolden yses live unvalued, What care I for in that they cannot die. my sheep that never stray nor wander? © Tunderstand,” he murmured ; ‘ want is to want for something. sigh over ‘what is not,’ because 1 can In this land of your 1, too, h over what is. love, even Love himself is not because uncrowned with sorrow. And thus these two seek, hand in hand, to cross the border of Arcadia into Life. Like willful mortals, unhappy in all gifts, because so few have been denied. E. Scott O' Connor, King, DIOGENES, THE ORIGINAL TRAMP. An Etching in Cut Glass. ID you ever determine to save money by putting in any panes of glass that might happen to get broken in your resi- dence—yourself? If you have, perhaps you would better not read this, It willonly bring up bitter recollections that are best forgotten, When I contracted the disease I imme- diately purchased a case of glass, five pounds of putty, and a cherry-handled glazier’s knife with glistening nickel trim- mings, all of which, I was effusively in- formed by the auburn-baired salesman, ysolutely necessary for my purpose. “You ought to have a diamond as well,” he even ventured to affirm; “all glaziers do.” [ had previously been informed that‘only hotel clerks and dead-game sports required flashing gems, and [ rather wondered at the comic writers having overlooked the window-pane surgeons; but I managed to restrain my eager longing for useless in- formation, and poking him playfully in the lower vest-pocket with the point of my somewhat muddy umbrella, I retorted: “Tam but an amateur. If I were a pro- fessional I should not only have ove dia- mond, but a whole trunkful.” Somehow or other he seemed lamentably unconscious of the intended sarcasm of my speech, and my oratorical gesture with the umbrella created an immediate misunder- standing between us, After [had laid enough collateral upon the counter to cover the damage which he claimed I had inflicted upon his timepiece, he somewhat’ reluctantly consented to re- case his grasp of my throat and foot, and in order to keep an impor- tant engagement elsewhere, In due season the goods arrived, and I fairly gloated over the imposing array they made when spread out in one corner of the cellar, Then occurred a most astounding series of phenomena. For five long months not a single pane of glass was shattered in our residence, where heretofore the average had been at least two per week. Each evening I would hasten iny foot- steps homeward, cheered by the thought that perhaps at last an opportunity had arrived to exploit that iridescent putty- knife; but time after time, upon meeting my other half at the door, I was fated to