[Illustration:
Hand in hand, a dark-eyed lad and a fair-haired lassie approached.
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REINSTERN
[Illustration]
[Illustration: BY]
_ELOISE O. RICHBERG_
[Illustration]
CINCINNATI
THE EDITOR PUBLISHING COMPANY
1900
COPYRIGHT
THE EDITOR PUBLISHING COMPANY
1900.
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CONTENTS
REINSTERN
LOVE’S DESTINY
_REINSTERN._
On, and on, and on! For interminable hours had we been rushing headlong
over yellowish-brown plains, punctuated here and there by willow-fringed
streams; past huge water-tanks standing guard over dreary little cabins
already cowering before the approach of fierce wintry assaults; past
forlorn specimens of unkempt and altogether hopeless humanity, who
straggled away toward invisible habitations beyond the horizon, or,
swaddled in accumulated filth and ragged shawls, squatted in solemn
stolidity by the roadside for a vanishing glimpse of fleeting
civilization.
From profitless window-gazing, to that supposedly restful twist
invariably assumed by the weary woman-traveler; from contemplation of
barren and boundless distance without, to closed eyes and anxious
retrospection, within; from the sterility of facts present, to the
incomparably cruel suggestions of merciless imagination, involving the
health, happiness, even the life of loved ones left behind;—till,
gradually, Creation resolved itself into a jumble of indefinable sounds
and fancies;—a rumbling, jolting, wheezing dizziness:
A crash and lurch brought every would-be-dozer to his feet, the train
suddenly ceased moving, and apprehensive of danger, we promptly
responded to the peremptory call: “All out here!” to find ourselves on a
wide springy platform surrounding a station-building quite unlike any
previously observed; in an atmosphere laden with the perfume of—was it
pine-woods—newly mown hay—violets—lilies or jasmine?
It seemed rather a mixture of many delicious odors. Fertile fields and
wooded hills stretched away before us; men, women and children in ideal
peasant costumes moved gaily about, chatting together, singing, dancing
over the velvety sod, or leaping and swinging from the supple boughs
while pelting each other with blossoms or gathering the luscious fruit
which was everywhere temptingly abundant.
Through the shrubbery, glimpses of rock-built and vine-covered homes
told of individual prosperity; flowering mosses outlined the roadways;
and luxuriant hedges, also in full bloom, divided the grounds one from
another; fountains and myriad birds filled the air with happy melodies.
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