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YOUTH AND LOVE.
With him went smiles a few, and many To the heart of youth the world is a high
And peace is sweeter far than those or
these. Passing forever, he fares; and on either
hand, Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide, Only—we owe him nothing. If he gave, Nestle in orchard bloom, and far on the We too gave gifts—his gifts were less
level land Call him with lighted lamp in the eventide.
We gave the world, that held so many
For this—the world that only holds his Thick as the stars at night when the moon is down,
E. NESBIT. Pleasures assail him. He to his nobler
fate Fares; and but waves a hand as he passes
on, Cries but a wayside word to her at the “SO WE'RE TOGETHER, LOVE.” garden gate,
So we're together, love, the sky Sings but a boyish stave and his face is
Seems blue though it be grey;
And winter's unkind voice assumes
And be it sad or singing weather,
sake Who for your sake pray he sleep sound at
So we're together, love, the world
Moves sweetly on in tune;
Each month a bulmy June;
What good thing had we for him—we who
I. So long his yoke? what pleasant thing
A "little love and laughter," many tears: had we That we should weep his deathlong sleep That is our life. 'Tis like an autumn day;
A gleam of sunshine in the heaven apOr call on Life to waken him once more?
pears, A beam from those blue depths, that may
not stay: A little joy he gave, and much of pain, A little pleasure, and enduring grief,
Then rain, unceasing; withered leaves in
showers One flower of joy, and pain piled sheaf
Come rustling down: so with this life of on sheaf,
ours. Harvests of loss, for every bud of gain.
II. Yet where he lies in this deserted place
A smile to kindle love, a tender look Divided by his narrow grave we sit,
From lovelier depths than heaven's brightWelded together by the depths of it,
est blue; Watching the years pass, with averted
One golden chapter in a dreary book, face.
And then life takes again its dull grey hue. We do not mourn for him, for here is Yet if forgetfulness could make it bright,
Would we forego remembrance, if we peace; The old unrest frets not these empty
Chambers' Journal. years.
"Listen, Fedor Fedorovitsch, but
you must speak low, papa is asleep.” BY IVAN TOURGENIEFF.
In truth Perekatoff had fallen asleep Translated for THE LIVING AGE by Mary J. as usual, and sat with his head thrown Safford.
back and his mouth partly open.
"What do you want?” asked Kister CHAPTER III.
expectantly. Several months elapsed. Lutschkoff "You won't laugh at me?” bad not paid a single visit to the Pere- "Pray don't suppose so." katoffs, while Kister went there quite Marja bent her head till her whole frequently. Nenila liked him; but it face except her forehead was hidden in was her daughter who was the cause her hands. Then, in a low tone, and of his calls. An inexperienced, inuo- with a somewhat embarrassed manner, cent young fellow, he found special she asked why he never brought Cappleasure in a mutual exchange of tain Lutschkoff with him. thoughts and feelings, and in his This was not the first time that the kindly honesty believed in the possi- girl had spoken of Lutschkoff since the bility of a lofty, unsullied friendship ball. between a young man and a young Kister made no reply. girl.
Marja glanced timidly up at him One day he drove his carriage, drawn through her interlaced fingers. by three well-fed, spirited horses, over “May I tell you my opinion frankly?” to the Perekatoffs. It was a hot, sultry asked Kister. summer day. The sky was perfectly "Why not? Of course." cloudless, but on the verge of the hori- “It seems to me that Lutschkoff bas zon a peculiar bluish mist was rising made a deep impression upon you." that betokened a thunder-storm. The “Not at all!” she replied, bending her house occupied by the family as a sum- Lead still lower as if to examine the mer residence had been built by Pere- pattern. A slender shaft of gold light katoff, and with the foresight peculiar flickered over her hair. to the nobility of the steppes he had “Not at all! But-" so arranged it that the windows di
“But- _” repeated Kister, smiling. rectly faced the sun.
“You see,” said Marja, suddenly raisNenila had had all the blinds closed ing her head, so that the ray of light very early in the morning. Kister shone directly into her eyes, “you see, entered the cool, dusky drawing-room. be -" The light flickered in long lines over “He interests you." the floor, but rested on the walls in “My, yes,” she answered slowly, short, hroad bars. The young cornet blushed to the roots of her hair, turned was very cordially received by the her head a little aside, and in this attifamily. After dinner Nenila retired to tude continued: “He has something her chamber to rest a little while;
SO- There, you are laughing," she Perekatoff made himself comfortable suddenly added, locking sharply at the on the drawing-room sofa and Marja cornet. seated herself at the window behind A gentle smile was hovering around her embroidery-frame. Kister took his Kister's lips. place opposite to her.
“I tell you everything that comes into Without closing the frame, Marja my head,” Marja continued. “I know, leaned against it, resting her head on you are a” (faithful friend to me, she her hands. Kister began to talk. The was going to say) "you mean girl listened inattentively-it might well.” have been supposed that she was wait- Kister bowed. Marja, in silence, ing for something. Ever and anon she timidly held out her hand to him, and glanced at her father-suddenly she he respectfully pressed her finger-tips. beld out her hand.
"He must be very eccentric," she
remarked, leaning on her embroidery up, the whole family walked to a small frame.
grove of birch-trees near the mansion. “Eccentric?”
Kister scarcely turned his eyes away “Yes. He only interests me as an from Marja; it seemed as if he was original,” she added slyly.
constantly trying to assure her that "Lutschkoff is a peculiar, but noble Le would conscientiously execute her fellow,” replied Kister solemnly. "His commission. Marja was sometimes comrades in the regiment do not know petulant, at others exuberantly gay. him; he is not valued as he deserves Suddenly Kister began to talk grauto be; they see nothing in him except diloquently about love and friendship. the outer husk. True, he is somewhat All at once he perceived Nenila's keen, odd and repellent, but his heart is in watchful eyes and hastily let the subthe right place.”
ject drop. Marja fairly devoured every word The sun sank bright and clear behind that fell from the young cornet's lips.
horizon. A broad meadow “I'll bring him here with me. I'll tell stretched before the little grove of him that he has no reason to be afraid birches, and Marja suggested playing of you; that it would be ridiculous to prisoners' base. The servants were show diffidence. “I'll tell him-oh, I called, and Perekatoff took his place know exactly what I shall tell him. beside his wife, Kister by Marja. The But you do not know that I—"
servants, with faint, dutiful shouts, beKister became embarrassed; Marja, gan to run; Perekatoff's valet had the too, betrayed a feeling of confusion. impertinence to separate Nenila from
"Well, no matter; if he only pleases her husband, and a chambermaid reyou."
spectfully allowed her master to catch “Yes, as many others please me." her; but Kister did not permit himself Kister glanced shyly at her.
to be parted from Marja. Every time “Well, well,” he went on, with a they placed themselves in a row he bright face; “I'll bring him with mę.” hurriedly whispered a few words to
“But not so unceremoniously." her. The young girl bad flushed crim
"Have no fear; I'll guarantee that it son from the exercise of running, lisshall be managed in the most decorous tened to him with a smile, and conway. I understand how to arrange it.” stantly smoothed her hair with her
“You are a- -” Marja began, smil- hand. ing and shaking her finger at him; but After supper Kister drove away. she did not finish the sentence; her It was a still, clear, starry night. father yawned and opened his eyes. The young cornet bared his head. He “I almost believe I've had a little
was so agitated his heart almost ached. nap,” he murmured in a tone of sur- “Yes," he thought, "she loves him; and prise, a remark he made daily.
I-I must bring them together. Well, I Marja and Kister began to talk about will justify her confidence." Schiller.
Although Marja had not yet plainly But the cornet was not wholly at expressed her feeling for Lutschkoff, ease; a feeling akin to jealousy stirred although according to her own asserin his breast, and in his magnanimity tion he had merely aroused her curihe reproached himself for it. Nenila osity, Kister had evolved a whole returned to the drawing-room, and romance from her words, and was tryshortly after tea was served. The ing to determine what duties were his master of the house repeatedly made to fulfil. He resolved to sacrifice his his dog jump over a cane and told the own feelings. I can do so the more company what tricks he had taught easily, he thought, because up to this the animal, while the latter wagged its time I have felt nothing for her save tail knowingly and, blinking, licked its sincere, cordial friendship. Kister was chops. As towards evening the heat really capable of sacrificing himself to moderated and a light breeze sprung friendship, recognized duty. He had read a great deal, and therefore fan- "You're in love with her, iny beloved cied that he possessed experience and friend,” the captain repeated. shrewdness, he did not cherish the "Oh! Alexis, you ought to be slightest doubt that all his suppositions ashamed to say such a thing!” said would be correct; he did not suspect Kister angrily. that life is infinitely manifold and Lutschkoff would have ridiculed any never repeats itself. By degrees he one else severely, but he exercised forbecame actually fired by the thought bearance towards Kister. of his own self-sacrifice, and pondered "Well, well, he answered in a low with deep emotion over the task he was tone, “don't be angry, Fedor; tell me to perform. To be the mediator be what you have in your mind.” tween a timid, loving girl and a man, “Listen, Alexis," Kister continued who perhaps was rough and repellent warmly, seating himself by the caponly because it had never yet been tain, “You know I am fond of you." granted him to feel and inspire love, (Lutschkoff made a wry face.) “But, to bring them together, make them to be frank, there's one thing I don't understand their own feelings, and like in you: namely, that you don't then retire without even letting them wish to become intimate with any one, suspect how great a sacrifice he had but stay perpetually at home, avoiding made. What a glorious task! Spite intercourse with good people. For, of the coolness of the night, the noble- after all, there really are good people liearted dreamer's cheeks glowed. still in the world! Come, granting that
Early the next morning he went to you have met with disappointments in Lutschkoff.
life, that you have been cruelly The latter, as usual, was lying on the treated; of course you needn't throw sofa, smoking a pipe.
yourself into the arms of the first perKister bade him good-morning, and
son you meet, but why do you turn with a shade of formality, said:
away from every one? You might "I was at the Perekatoffs' yester- break friendship with me some day!" day.”
Lutschkoff quietly went on smoking
his pipe. "Ah!” replied Lutschkoff indifferently, yawning.
“The consequence is that nobody "Yes, they are splendid people.”
knows you, nobody except myself. “Indeed!”
Heaven knows what all the rest think
of you! Alexis," Kister added after a “We talked about you."
short pause, “do you believe in virtue?” “A great honor; with whom did you
“Why shouldn't I believe in virtue? speak of me?”
Of course I do," murmured Lutsch“With the father, and the daughter,
Kister cordially pressed his hand. “Ah, with the-stout young lady.”
“I should like to reconcile you to “She is a very beautiful girl, Lutsch- life," he continued in an agitated voice. koi.”
“You must be cheerful, expand again, "Oh! yes, they are all beautiful.”
yes, yes, expand again. How happy “No, Lutschkoff, you don't know her.
that will make me! Only let me someI assure you I have never met a girl times, at fitting opportunities, dispose so clever, good, and charming."
time. To-day is—what? "You're in love with the little thing. Monday. To-morrow will be Tuesday. my dear fellow,” remarked Lutschkoff Wednesday, yes, yes, Wednesday we'll scornfully.
drive over to the Perekatoffs. They “Not at all. The idea doesn't enter
will be glad to see you, and we'll spend
a few pleasant hours there. Now let "Tedor, you are in love."
me smoke a pipe of tobacco." "Nonsense! How could that be pos- Lutschkoff was still lying motionless sible!”
on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Kis