The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-10-20
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lie made an effort az commonplace
conversation, nu. earring % repeat the
tender words which had fallen ON IN
listening ears a feg moments before.
% Nina has been singing O. me-" be
said. Her voice l. very sweet, but
she sings almost wholly without eX-
preston
- les, she sings ballads better than
the m0uruful, pathetic songs that she
aspircs On, think No one can sing
MiEnon's song who has not felt the pain
and heart-ache. the passionate grief and
longing. that bresthe through it AL ike
q s0rr0wfll vail"
=. And We, You sing Il e,IIuisitely," he
s4ii- Certainly no one would imag-
inc you had Suffered ST THAI terrible
slrrow and psiu."
.. Why 20 she ssked. w5-h little tre-
nor In her voice
. I scarcely know WHY. but you have
always seemed u me one II those per-
sons who leaf an imaginative sort %
life, moving always In a dreamy. uncer-
tain sadness, of pensive thoIght and
aspect pale, Ike Tennyson's Margaret,
YOu know. and whose s0rrUw, .Ouly
sorroW's shade keeps real sorrow far
AWAY Cold and calm. and content
always with a quiet, negative son OF
happiness You move Ike = shadow in
that steel-grsy dress. d0n'l think
You care for beSurv or luxury IN any
form You could dream your dream
out as well under heavv-laden skies.
without warmth. or light. OF beau y. -
- - 49,
light and .plendOr-"
You are mistaken. Mr.. Kingsley
indeed, yOu are mistaken Mv nature
! Seeuiy luxurious ant s-sthe-ic. crav-
ing real happiness. keen, vivid delights.
gayeIy. iuv and beauty. should lise
u live unSer those trOpic ski :, flushed
Sith radiant tiaphaHous rays. purple,
and scarlet. and gold. I should ike %
b. ~ noon In thO>e --TeaI forests where
the AIR faiuis with the subtle. intoXicat-
ing perfume II gorgeous flowers. where
Hoods q thrilling melody from the
thrOats 81 greac scArlsI-x uEed bird,
soar up through the dense eEerald fell
age. and MI the very arches II the Ky
with sOuuc; n lie ~ the foot OF those
-l1ls tTeSs. ~ho-e daES foiiag- would
screen me from the terrible burning
RAYS # the sun, that hangs Ike = ball
II IRE above their heads. and 20 fee the
tendrils0f velvet moss and trailing vines
waited s-ains- mv cheek In the languii.
perfuued air And the beauty Of the
Northern lands. too, long % see. where
The nd glare II the sun falls on noun
tAius II eternal snow. and shimmers on
berE> II translucent crys-al. THAI have
sieeped the bitter icinsss Of their hearts .
in rainb0w dyes. that she'd gilt
terinE sheets Of frosty radiance. .
Where plains Of trackiess snow
stretch far and wide in their
deso.ate whseness. anc the air,
which h2s been breaihed through no
human lips. J. heavy and sufocating
with the deaih-like cold Ike bright .
scenes Of JOYOUS life. too fe,tal halls .
with flashing lights and the sparkle II
diamonds, full II dazzling scinriIlant .
rays. and the pure CLEAN 81 pearls and .
oual>. drifts II fOamy lac, and the
shifting throng u silks shimmering
with rose-cOlOred lights; snowy satin
aud ceep-huet yelvets trailing IN dusky, i
sluncless folds, and the air Thrilling
With music, gay triumphant marches .
and dreamy values with slow and soft
swelling murmurs. ike lazy brooks in .
level lands. drowsy and sweet, and AZ
WAYS with No echo II sadness in their
tones"
But vou don't care - wear those
shining silks and dashing jewels your
self. you wOIls stand apart from the
brilliant scenes Il your sober. nun-iSe .
robes lOOkIng on IN your dreamy way .
enjoy inE T. perhaps, but not with the .
eager 1hrOo and thrill that Nina, for in .
stance. would fee. with 40 flush on
your cheek and no un EOnted CLEAN In .
YOUR eyes--
Perhaps 90" she said quietly. .
q" should not ike 20 wear splendid
rOoes and jewels, because ike bar
mony- There Is no brightness in nv
life. no gsyefy or JOY 10 NV heart .
think trey have gone from me forever"
q" You are vary wrong 10 speak so
h1pelessly," be said then. With a pas
slDnate eagerness IN his voice, he went
On - Miss Brent-Madeline, won't YOU
Tell me what this strange blight i which
seems 20 have fallen upon your life.
crushing out It's Joy and hope3 / love
you. Madeline; my love gives me the
right % know. OR. 4 you viii not tell
me, give me the right % WOO back the
- n-hine TO your hear and life BE NY
= Re, Madeline
In the dim twilight that had fallen
upon the earth. while they stood there,
he could see the PallOr that stole over
her face, the startled, terrified look in
her ewes
"Oh, hush, You do not know what
YOU are saying / can not, must not,
listen 20 YOU IL you only knew, Mr.