Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-10-31
60 OCTOBER 81 1867.

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which, he knew 50 well, could lead jamie senst
captive r.,
She felt the, spell, but pressing her lips firmly
together, she assumed dignity that her heart was
not sanctioning as she said: ~, .
"No, Twill not think better of it, now or ever.
I do not love you in the high and holy sense in
which I accept the word Nor do you love me
enough to give you courage to face trouble for my
sake, nor decision to meet and save me from that
trouble when it comes. But this wearies me-let
us go back" She turned as she spoke. -,
Asyou Will, said he, with nonchalant shrug.
II felt it due to myself to renew these addresses "
She saw he was going to carry it through with
cool indifference. -,, rs - .,...,...
Exactly" said she, looking up at him with q
steady gaze, and felt it due to myself to reject
them" s,yv ..-...i. -... ..... ..-......--,.
he bit his lip. 'Take my arm, Miss jamie. It
has been dreadfully stupid evening hasit not p
said he, as they left the conservatory;
'Yes p said she, questioningly. u have, re-
ally enjoyed it. But then it is such feast Of
reason to be with Mr. Dunbar. Ny whole even
ing has been merged in the hour spent with
him. "'f t.7 Trrf; os.g q---rz ass = grsf,,g-
"Indeedl What an Adonis he must be, to
please Miss JAMES artistic fancy said he, sar-
casically. g1 .sm; 81 ~ US -,.: II ID. q
mo, not an Adonis; I should rather call him q
Nestor We're he the former, he might prove,
with his attaiameuts, egotisical and vain; nature
denying him striking graces Of person, has pre-
served the happy medium, by endowing him with
social, intellectual and moral qualities, said she,
in the gravest and most matter-offact manner
possible, as if correcting an erroneous opinion.
!"But listen; that is Mag singing-let us 60
nearer. sf4 ,r..1J3 .aiau fs:t 7statn ecAt 7teir
"You have not lost your passion for music, J"
said he c:ezsr fi<.r R}.2 SO saef - - ssy5 ~
81 will lose it when / lose my faith in humani-
IT," said she, with enthusiasm = 'when I lose the
breath that is my life.' 23 aisi., ,s'5 nj
Miss Margaret plays very sweeay, but for the
life of me, Icannot find tune in that she is play
ing now. Lsten-a bang in the base, .twitter in
the treble, now chaos of octayes, now q Babel
worse confounded,' all sound and fury; and you
call that art?'' said he, knowing how such stric-
lures displeased jamie. la e.4e-
.sYes," said jamie, ''but an art, which celebra-
ted master says the common herd will never reach,
because it is only reached by purity Of heart, by
prayer by belief in the ineompreheusible. You
say you can find no soul, no feeling in that? Lis
ten--that is Beethoven know. How grand and
ealmi What solemn mournfulnessl What tragic
beauty! There is divine language there. 1tis
the spirit speaks-t is the zyof the soul we hear.
+ "Now, Miss jamie, youare incomprehensible. I
acknowledge I have no sympathy for your aesthetic
fights. Music, high art,and divine philosophy,
do not pretend to understand said he, shrug-
ging his shoulders in inimitable sang Jffoia. .,5
q "What treason is that against music |? said Dun
bar, who was standing near. ',Ee1~h {. a1<. .5
. Nothing ;.only am contending that as Miss
jamie views it, it is very impractical thing in this
every day world; She would make It not only the
temple, the priestess and the altar but the sacri
fee and the Offering" said Wilcox. $40 n ",'['-
."No. Mr. Wilcox" said jamie gravely, II do
not make it everything to the shutting out of ear
nest work, of holy duty. But I do say it not only
smooths the asperities of life but it elevates the
disciple I do say the heart is softened, the soul
strengthened, the mind invigorated under its
influence Call it divine philosophy if you will; it
is life, philosophy, and as such contend for it. !"
Her eyes sparkled, and her cheek glowed ''s q:
Dunbar looked at her curiously ~ "'e.
Emusic is an exorcist and sorceress to you, Miss
Carter" said he. "Yes,'' replied the enthusias-
tic girl ''to recall and to create; and when give
utterance to what it teaches me- they call me a
rhapsodist and aesthetic" said she, petulantly
''What child she is" be thought. e..
"I see you have spirit-kingdom, Miss Carter,
and your sorceress can easily enchant the soul and
Ian it in meodious elysiunl The shrill treble, as
these unartistic natures call it, is to you child
like plant, dumb sorrow, pleading remon-
STRANGE, or cleaning, flashing, darting light
which portrays gladness, joy or gentle happiness.
The bang in the base-is that not what you call it,
Wilcox?-isa storm cloud, or raging sea. Fierce
waves dashing into tumultof harmonies, volcan-
ic throe pouring out masses of sound, atempest Of
feeling threatening to engulf the soul which is its
fountain" ~
She turned on him quick earnest look.
"You understand it?" she asked.
He smiled, ''Your poetry Of it certainly"
She looked restless and uneasy.
"But it is not all poetry" said she impatiently..
"Let me hear your reason for it them said he
smiling.
She pouted, looking the child she was as she
said, "Women donot reason, they only feel When
you can paint heaven, then you may define the e.
motion Of the SOUL And music and song is the
gate of heaven to you, truly
With ffontispece OF diamond and gold n sr.
EmbellIshed, thick with sparkling orient gems ..
The portal shore, fnnitabie on earth =. ~
BY model or by shading pencil drawn" e.. -
said Dunbar, looking into the depths Of her eyes,
as if he would read the soul there. -. -..
The earnest look, the low musical voice, the bril-
liant image thrilled jamie with strange power. She
half whispered,
mAnd though vast the space Of ample radiance;
My with takes in the full dimensions Of that JOY"
His look expressed surprise and pleasure, at the
apt rejoinder. She blushed and laughing said,
sThere is Dante against your Milton, Mr.. Dunbar.
But here is Mr.. Wilcox, looking as if we had made
an Icarus fight, for which our wings would Ger.
tainly be burned as punishment of our temerity."
"Janie, said Margaret approaching her, ''et
us 20 home. / am so weary
''What is the matter Mag, are you sick?" said
jamie, frightened at her white face. =.
ssNo, no; do not speak so loud, she whispered,
"only weary, but if you are enjoying yourself 1
will stay"
jamie laughed low bitter laugh. Enjoying
myself yes; like the Spartan youth with the wolf
at the yitals Come, am more than ready"