The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1874-04-23


hut let some one endowed with tha
wonderful human divining-ro'
that is sometimes placed in tn
T hands of a mortal touch them
] and they will readily yiet
, one spark, one vibration, one bright
, fresh vital drop, that makes then
remembered by that mortal, as no
one man or woman more who did
/, homage to their gifts, but as them
selves and no other. no draught
however sweet and sparkling, eve
: iseems to have flavor to those VIII
have once drained the Ichken from
human heart.
Marian Manning had this gift So
premely, and with the gift came, a
) always comes. with every power, I
: desire, a need to exercise it. She haC
felt, as had Walter from the instan
their eyes met, that he was, or coulC
be, en- rapport with her; that be
could pour out. and she could drinl
J deep, of that strange mixture of sens'
and sentiment which most of US cal
love; and she was like sleuth hounC
tracking its quarry. ~ 80 4 -
They had got into q discussion Q
novels and the love.mEking stkerein
and Walter had been saying how diff
ferent, after all, the real talk between
men and women was from. the talk II
books; how much less was said and
how much more conveyed in spokeE
conversations than was ever done in
written ones. zasr->.--ss.,.sss'
hIt is easy to see why itmust be so, ,
said he. "In books the whole storI
must be told by words; there can b
but one channel to convey meaning
The author may indeed tell US thai
the lady blushed, or that the lover.
voice trembIed, but he does so still il
words. In TeaT life she does blush,
and his eyes see II; his voice doe!
tremble, and her ears hear 1t; and 81
the measure of meaning Is filled W
by other things than speech. ThinE
how much the mere intonatiOn o.
voice does, charging an ordinary sen
tence of commonplace words with the
fate of q life sometimes! And ol
course, as words do so much work in
books that in life they share with
other instruments of expression, they
must be fitted to their burden and
made stronger and coarser. You'll
fine Miss Manning, that shades of
meaning are generally conveyed
even by the most brilliant takers, by
voice and manner, as much or more
than by their choice of words" -.
'I think" said Marian, "that
French writers are more successful
than English ones in reproducing ex-
pressions of feeling among the higher
classes. Take book like Monsieur
de Camors,n for instant. The whole
development and growth. of the love
between Charlotte and the hero, how
wonderfully true to life. to the life
led by people OF that rank, it isl How
vague, how suggestive, how slight,
and yet how effective those few con-
versations are that are given be-
tween them, while as yet there is no
avowed feeling on his part, no declared
position"
Eyes" said Walter musingIy,
'sthat is very wei done-se free from
exaggeration; and yet there is good
deal of explanation superadded, with
out which doubt the words convey
ing so much. You know from NJ.
Feuillet, over and above that Char
lotte said, how she looked and moved
and used her voice and her beauty"
tiStill, it is better done than any
thing in English. I have such
sympathy with that woman" and
Marian's cheek flushed slightly. q y
"Yes, / should fancy you might un-
Gerstand her and sympathize with
hertvery thoroughly s
"And why, if you please?"
because you are of her kind. /
can imagine you saying TO q man,
Just as she did, with the same audacIous
and irresistible allurement: Cousin,
81 vous etiez sur qu'un de ces beaux
eclairs dut vous tuer dams 4un quart
d'heure, qp'est &c v1e vous feriezT,
'Do you know" she said suddenly,
riveting her dark eyes. on him with
an indescribabie expression Of scruti-
ny and lOnging-an expression he felt
well as saw-"I am tempted to say it
to you, only in English; what would
H0lf do IL you knew this was the last
night of your life?" AS she said these
words her eyes seemed to draw his
soul, to melt him as fire does wax.
1t seemed as IL he had not seen her
eyes before; so near did he feel to her,
that 1t made a solitude about them
the others were so far away, they
seemed alone. The circle was entered,
on the edge ofwhich he bad dared Go
wander with waveriug, lirhesoiute
feet; and his eyes met hers with
glance that answered hers, and then
claimed moro, as he said, almost un-
der his breath, "What would / do? ]
know well enough what I ought to do,
but l think should do whatever you
would let me-"
Her eyes fell, and q quiver of de-
light went through her. WhateveT
was between them now was nolonger
impersonal, superficial, and common
place; it was hers and his only, and
colored by their own individuality.
Perhaps this may be what George
Sand meant when she called love
"Pegojsme q deux."
For 8 few moments there was a ST.
lence between them, silence more
full! of meaning than words, that
marked the gap between what they
had been to one another and what
they now were. They both knew
that whatever that might be, it was
not one of the things of everyday
life. But this was felt. EOt thought.
"When may / see you again ?" he
said, drinking in the flush on her
cheek; her eyes had fallen now.
Tomorrow am engaged all day,
and in the evening too. The next
night could you conner cannot
promise to be alone"
"You Will try?" he said with a
world Of intensity IN his tone.
"If 1 am not afraid, I will" she
said; and at that moment Walter
looked across the room and saw En-
eanor standing alone by q doorway.
She was waiting till some one should
bring her an ice, but her attitude and
expression were full OF llstIess sad
ness. His heart leaped toward her
as Tannhauser's might have done
toward an image of the Virgin, as he
came out of the Venusberg. Just
then q sboal of newcomers made
their way toward Miss Manning, and
Walter left her with a slight touch
of her hand that thrilled through
him. He gained Eleanoris side; her
face changed and beamed as she saw
him, and in answer to his question II
she were not desirous to 60 home, she
said, ayes, by all means, I am tired
and weary nHH 5tasga
Walter was absolutely silent as to
the evening, and only spoke ofin-
different matters on their way home.
She was as usual gentle and quiet;
only once she said, with an ulcon-
trolIa lie tremor in her voice, "What
did you make of Miss Manning? 1
saw you talked to her for 8 long
while" t. rs... -.
''She is very attractive, think; her
eyes aud smiles are wonderful, but
she poses too much en- Cleopatra.
The really irresistible is always bet
ter for not being d6fche as she is"
He tried to be careless and easy as
he said this, but his voice did not
ring true and she felt il. They parted
at the door, and Eleanor tossed un-
easily for hours on her bed, and then
fell into restless, broken, haunted
sleep, with Q vague foreboding of
coming evil. Walter turned toward
the club, but ere he reached the door
he had decided that his mornings
resolution was impraeticable. He
must see her again, and be-
sides there was nothing in It..
They were sympathetic GER
tainly,. and he said TO himself with a
light laugh, al believe should
always feel the power Of 9 woman like