The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1876-11-30


b 4 He watched the thrown eyes, where,
the shadow grew deeper and deeper, for
some moments in silence then with a
little touch Of impatiennsce nee in his tone,
|ogssIn what enchanted realms do you
wander, Miss Brente For out of NOR
tai ken they seem to be, .andueven cut
OF the reach of mortal voices, to-day"
She turned toward him, and the misty
trouble faded out Of her eyes, az she
answered: &e,T ~'ta~ fa1 sfl ssE1 +
!" beg; your pardon; Mr.. Kingsley. y
/ believe Iswas dseaming. What were
you sayipg?" ?",l..unxo.os a4sfs ea'Y :
He made an, effort at commonplace
conversation, not caring. to repeat the
tender words which had fallen on nn-
listening ears a few imoments before!l
Nina has been singing to me-" he
said. "Her voice; is very sweet, but
she sings almost wholly without. ex-
eyes, she sings ballads better than
the nournful, pathetic songs that she
baspires to, I think. ! No one can sing
Mignon's song who has mot felt the pain
and heart-ache, the passienate grief and
longing, that breathe through it all like
sorrowful wall. >, s.;,,., e,l-,.,f. .f,g4
!" And yet you sing it exquisitely," he
said. "Certainly no one would mag
| inc you had suffered all that terrible
sorrow; and pain. .s,t,il'' fqh IF ten 10
"" WhyP" she asked, with little tre-
NOR in her voice. .-tis9sE lt .4s]iisa
:" scarcely know Why's. but you have
lvryorv nI 70 n$ rnnys
sons who lead an imaginative, sort OF
life, moving always in a dreamy, uncer-
tain sadness, 'of pensive thought and
aspect pale, like Tennyson'sr Margaret,
you know, and whose SORROW, ( only
sorrows shade keeps real, sorrow, far
away Cold and calm, and content
always with q quiet, negative sort of
! happiness You move ike a shadow in
that steel.gray dress. II don't think
you care for beauty or luxury in any
form. You could, dream your dream
out as well under heavy-laden skies,
without warmth, OF. light, or beauty, as
under tropic suns, glowing with radiant
light and splendor.a'
y "Y You are mistaken, Mr.. Kingsley
indeed, you are mistaken. My nature
] is keenly luxurious and aesthetic, crav-
ing real happiness, keen, vivid delights,
i,gayety, joy. and beauty. Ishould like
to live under those tropic skies, flushed
with radiant diaphanons rays, purple,
and scarlet, and gold. should like to
be at noon in those great forests where
the air faints with the subtle, intoxicat-
Z ing perfume OF gorgeous flowers, where
4 floods Of thrilling melody from the
throats Of great scarlet-winged birds
4. soar up through the dense emerald foli-
4 age, and fill the very arches of the sky
with sound; to lie at the foot Of those
giant trees, whose dark foliage would
screen me, from the terrible burning
rays Of the sun, that hangs like a ball
/ of fire above their heads, and to feel the
tendrilsof velvet moss and trailing vines
waited against my cheek in the languid.
, perfumed air. And the beauty of the
Northern lands, too, Ilong to SEE, where
, the red glare of the sun falls on noun.
tains of eternal snow, and shimmers or
bergs of TRANSLUCENT crystal, that have
stepped the bitter iciness of their hearts
) in; rainbow dyes; that shed gilt
4 Where plains Of trackless snow
stretch far and wide in theil
: desolate whiteness, and the air
, which has been tbreathed' through nj
human, lips, is heavy. and Esnffocatins
, with the ,death-like cold. I like brigh
4 scenes of Joyous life, too; festal hall
with flashing lights, and the sparkle. o
diamonds, full of dazzling scintillan
, rays, and the pure CLEAN of pearls ant
+ opals, drifts of foamy lace,i and tn
: shifting throng of silks shimmerin.
with rose-colored lights snowy satil
and deep-hued velvets trailing in dusky
soundless folds, and the air thrilling
t with music, gay triumphant marche
: and dreamy waltzes, with slow and soft
!, swelling murmurs, like lazy brooks il
q level lands, drowsy and sweet, and al
: ways with no echo of sadness in thei
e tones" .xsgN ifttJ.
"But you don't care to wear thos
!, shining silks and flashing Jewels your
# self; you would stand apart from tn
It, brilliant scenes in your sober,' nun-lik
S robes, looking on in your dreamy wa
d enjoying it, perhaps, but not with tn
eager throb and thrill that Nina, for il
s stance, would feel, with no flush .
# your cheek and no unwonted CLEAN
nj your eyes. ',a,as7 go ls3'ii i i'4a 4
RI 1.'i~ Perhaps 50, y She saidi iquistl,
IS tssL should not like to wear splendi
r. robes and. jewels, because L like hal
= mony. There is. no brightness in m
is life, no gayety or joy in my heart &.
h think they have gone from me forever,
ot You are very wrong to speak $
t. hopelessly, he Said then, with a pa
IS sionate eagerness in his voice, he wei
HI on: .sMiss Brent-Madeline won't yo