Love Matches That Do Not End Well.

Auckland Star, Volume XXI, Issue 4193, 24 November 1883, Page 8 (Supplement)

Love Matches That Do Not End Well.

[LAUI- WILDE IS "LONDOX QnjtEy "j

Even love marriage., have no sure founds tion in the intellectual firmament. T oß eo love and wed in a moment is ecstatic j bat to live and not love for the whole after-hjnn of human existence is a fearful reality tin often experienced, in all its dull depression, ' when unrelated seuls are boundtogethetby the irref ragible marriage chain. A young writer of promise and risin ß fame sees a pretty shop girl, 8 jj^JJ daughter, and is fascinated at once. She was so gentle and insinuating, so charm; ■"' ing with her little curled head and her little white hahds, daintily fingering the glittering trinkets, and her placid anile' ; that always beamed a "welcome. He fancies that under her rule the disorder of his bachelor home ; will he changed to a paradise of comfort, and they are married. But the sunshine came not • only a gray, watery atmosphere of fJ eeemed to envelop his life. When Us clever friends came as usual and thought fUsKsa as at a symposium, the WsatW and smiled.her placid smile and uttered M small platitudes of mediocre natures, the set colloquial phraßes of commerce with the most exasperating unconsciousness thai she was a bore and a weariness to them all. On the contrary, she fancied she was quite an addition to the circle—so nice, lady-like, and weU-tred. Then the "■-■ horror of a dreadful truth fell npon the husbands heart. He became corona that ho would have to git opposite to this woman and look at her,vapid smile and listen to her flimsy talk for perhaps half a ' century. There wasno help for him. No release. Sometimes the tumult of his feelings raged in open war, and then she wept and lamented that she had not married one or other of the young Bhppmen wh6 were dying about her and were now so well oE But after a time matters grew woree. She ' began to assume airs as the wife of, ar a author, to give her opinion and interrupt * the conversation with her affected gush of praise. The husband could see the suppressed laughter on thelipsofthePlatohisb' and their contempt for the little fool he hag made his wife. Th is finished his agony (he gave up his friends; he gave up writing; fell into a state of morbid melancholy) and ! finally died, leaving all his precious manii- ' scripts confused and. incomplete. The ■uidow crammed them all into the fire, : smiled aa before, and eventually married '"f one or perhaps both of the,admiring shop-,, men. And she still utters her little platitudes of commerce and refers as a martyrdora to her first marriage to a poor scrib- ! bier, who never could earn enough by any-1,, thing he wrote to keep her in proper style.. ■• But if the small common-place mind is. exasperating, perhaps the untamed freedom, of the Ir.lf savage, the fearless, passions of &i;.» J daughterofthepeople,wouldsmttherequire- I ments of. tho exceptional soul of genius. I So thought a young French artist as he j looked on the massive figure, the tawy j coils of black hair, the grand limbs of a 1 superb Transtavcrine, as Ehe stood in ths I mud in the shallows fishing for eels. H«T, j splendid she was in the flashingl sunlight^ j with her great eyes, her scarletbodice, her I white chemisette tucked up hig^i over the ' I great sculptural arms ; and then her mad, I merry, laughter, that stirred the air lite i j rush of the breeze through the pine woods. j He made a picture of her at once, which j excited immense admiration at theespfc I sition. A glorious study and air, and {ilia j full, rich life of youth, in a flash colour and: ~ j a glow of light.' At last he had found an ■ I ideal to take into his life. He hated tho I false, affected woman of society, but here j was a beautiful savage, a child of the butt 1 and tho storms and the flowers ; ehe would I give his artist life eternal youth—» he mar- I ried her. She had no possession save a big j red cat, and lie carried her and tile cat to I But when she put on the' Paris dressjjko I other people, what a mpunu^il transform* I .tion of the daughter oi the sun.. 1 great, I splendid animal in a little. Paris bonnet, I always tilting to ono side over the heavy 1 masses of hair, was a failure; and the great I Koman feet, made for splashing. in w I reeds and tho rushes, limped sadly in the I little Paris boots ; and the effect,of a Pans 1 mantle on the great, broad shoulders, ym, 1 altogether deplorable, Even her tea* 1 seemed to have disappeared with the loss of ■ I her native picturesque surroundings. Then I her coarse langnage, her large gertuWVjiw I bad French, all these things agoniswiim I at every moment. A savage veneered'u w-1 I artistic mistake. He saw it all and ag&w^. I and withdrew from the world, where m I could never bring a wife who talked eslwo I in society as if she was hailing a boat acrow • I the Tiber, and whose laugh shook tie room I like an earthquake. However,, they toro ■ got over ten yoars of married life. '«<>, I heavy chin, the broad shoulders, the vulgr - j mouth have become accentuated jßtfctw I eyes are splendid and the Brbst,hu*jW I has learned to endure a good deal. o» £ | so good-hearted and kind, though when W j claps him on the back and pressies WB »■ I eat some dish she has spent all the mormßg I preparing, ho shudders and a silent aspml • I tion rises to his lips that he had left.h« <* , I her own soil 'midst the reeds and tM «».; I with her cat and the eels and the fifhermea : ■ of the Tiber. I

It never dies-o mother's holylovo . Strengthen witli ovory ill tJhat.may.ww In every phase of lifo its waters mo\ 0, aft With current strong, and fa]* Ol"i e *J?SSpS From the heart's altar other names.iMJ^^.-. : And whilo they soom as warm r «».»■_. "« and high, ■ - c yi-- ( ;:- The taoonse of one lives to reach wjgp?^ A moUior'a tender lovo can nevor me. ;