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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 1, 1889)
THE WEST SHORE. OLTVH : A REMINISCENCE. If fn to write In U Idle Ui Un iUirj of th mio nr woman joa Bat jaUrdaj, II wtwld b Mooted w U wildl; unnal.- T, H', lligginton. MY ctutomary vacation had boon postponed a few wecki by unforeseen erenU, and I wu prepar ing, about the middle of September, to visit the moun Uina in Coloroado, whon my intention! were sudden ly thwarted by the receipt of the following letter: Mv Dkai Cot iix: I hare recently met with an exrience which ii worthy of being told in (ha most glowing terms ; but after vainly trying to begin In a way suitable to to lolly a theme, I have thrown my anxieties behind int and proceed pell mell to " pluck out the heart of my mytUrrj." Know then, my dw Arthur, tint I nn in the Mine little way.lde country village whom we were accidentally detained a yrar ago, where you aid, you may remember, that the railroad ,,,lMl from the unprepc.Ming and maile a de tour luf the lirnefli of remorleM ha. ku.cn. Here In thii old town too commonplace and nionotonoua to he romantic, and too lualnt too breed ennui, have I been linking for eeveral weeks, staying at a .em.mhltc hou, where aeveral boarders are b ai.lre myself. The houw Is an ancient, half decayed, compos IU stnu-tur., some part, of which I haiard nothing in saying will never U.e storms of t,er fiftieth Jw W Ul UnJ hundred more, ll.it .11 th. has no more to do with my subject than tl,e preliminary dh lfore lb. swimmer plunges into the cold stream. Ho. can I write the word ? What will my phlegmatic cous o say when he Warn, that I, hi. ImperturUhle, nu.naulic Ma llv.,.m.utTeflg the m,-t ,,,,,,1,1 ( from a pal, of eye. that Wk down Into mine ,WJf ,Uy tl ,, ? , ov.T VrUl, the .bought! r.lon? Ah, no, my good a" U,,r, a hundred tm.es ol A wk ago I would hav. UugheJ U) l''.rilnim..U U..1 there 1M . mjZ world who could a,,,,,!,. , i,,, , , Jj day-do not Ugl, me when I ,fe , ,m slave to on. pal, of eye.. .d ..vordlng M Um Jjj ly. or shed s.xn or ln.hlT,reno. u.-n me I .m In T lb. .Mlu( her eye. .J ...Ine .,, . ,,,k ' fl' " ' unb.nd.,.,.,b,lhM.gh .1, myU;1;':1 dining h..m, It was my fir.t n.e.l, inj ((, , 'Tm" yon exclaim) she ... , '' br"" ' ahoo.lh. large h CU"J Mlo,'klll Lead lrnl to o.,. .Id., tlllU u 'T ' ' Fo, an Initant o, eye. u 1 V n' by lnvi..,U KU, and when ,h. , aa II , (runt a t ... , T,,UHHU,"lauk(.1 .yheight lJ'r'1' otW Urn, and wt w " r'' - ., nlllng a diaixmnet ted electrKrurtvnl k . V ' " ' 'Ul IU dl.e. UU. U htftJ - - - :n HHm.m, and . , " Ml, rl of eUllJ aredarUn i),,.,., ... . ' 1 Kl-Une4.l,U.omlheUM. "- ' r j fully to look into my face, and I looked up into here so danger, otiflly near; and while she repeated the call I lost myself intht depths of such wonderful eyes as I had never imagined. I could not remember a word she said, and stammered and hesi tated in trying to auk her to repeat it. What an experiencs that brief look wasl No, it was too brief for an experiencs but it was long enough for a memory, and it went deep enough' to stir up all the slumbering fires of love and passion. Adora tion shone from my eyes, for my soul and body were deliriooi with impassioned love, and the color mounted to her cheeks and a self-surrender beamed from her large eyes which nearly intoxicated me with bliss. From that moment I have bees that woman's slave, following her with hungry eyes, jealous of the slightest glance or word bestowed upon her by another, 1 toning for her step, plunged into trepidation and nervouinen when she approaches, tongue-tied in her presence, and unable to utter a word out of the most impassioned utterances that tremble on the end of my tongue. You will say this is the fancy of a moment, that I am be witched by my pretty waitress. But you must wait till I have done, for I have not said anything yet about the sylph that has worked this charm. And it is out of the very confidence I feel in the extreme beauty of the subject that I have purposely made such slow progress toward this part of my confession and also because if my pen is incapable of describing whit witchery she has caused in my old, stony heart, how could I but hesitate to try to paint the features of her in whose smiks I bank? As my eyes follow the point of my pen along the page, I can not but wish that it was iris-hued, and guided by the hands of a cherubim. Nay. my cousin, Bhe is beautiful. I do not think could be snared so easily, if at all, by commonplaeenest Her eye. are large like a gazelle's; I can not toll what their most constant color is, but I believe they are of a dark brown, with the gift of changing in hue and intensity at the dictate of theowner's heart. They are deep, pure eyes, apparently with out guile ; and yet, ah I I can not expresa that evanescent gleam w hich now and then darkens over their depths ; but it ii omethinghk, that faint, fugitive shimmer of lightning ona Urhgl, night when there are no clouds. Long lashes shade "mr wild light, nd seem to serve the two-fold purpose of pro- mg them from the common gaze and of heightening their ra hmg beauty as they languish underneath. They are not jrent eyes, ,(,cb as highly endowed women have ; but a. im meaning in their limpid wells they indicate the on o of a lh? e u which m b fui t Zt ! Ti ",y MJ 11,6 njt of the passion of 1 ( ; :r"r-To Mt ff ,uch woi.it- found that was her name-has a face to which their an 1 ' CWWB,,M " of Pricel0M kohinoors were set 10 Uke.my n 1 w were of peadiy texturs, ...... .unw tint upon them, and as I shot U.e glance 1 w in ,H,WIrfUl,y M 1 rudely I con- uJul W unuMctingly open, the color of her -i .. r z zt1 tnd nn down her " nKk ""M ,i M i ttim yu '""Id marvel at if yon w .'v If r "imp!e W4' 01 dreMin il- 1. 1,, !, . ,Hing 01 ita Ruinous folds, but it rests I u ' T!" 01 !-. which it perf.,tlj ul w vJT.' m ,h U M& lhoir. "- -antUull, moidded, and her hand, are small,