Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-04-26
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and gold. | should like to be at noon, in
those great forests where the air taints
with the subtle. intoxicating perfume oil
gorgeous flowers, where floods of thrill
ing melody from the throats of great scar
let winged birds soar up through the
dense emerald foliage. 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 10 feel
the tendrils of velvet moss and trailing
vines waited against my cheek in the Ian
guild, perfumed air. And the beauty of
ihs northern lands. too. long to see
where the red glare of the sun falls on
mountains of eternal snow, and shimmers
on bergs of translucent crystal, that have
stepped the bitter iciness of their hearts
in rainbow dyes; that shed glittering
sheets of frosty radiance. Where plains
of trackless snow stretch far and wide in
their desolate wilderness. and the air,
which has been breathed through no hu-
man lips. is heavy and suffocating with
death like cold. | like bright scenes of
Joyous lite, too; festal halls with flashing
lights, and the sparkle of diamonds, full
of dazzling scintillant rays, and the pure
CLEAN of pearls and opals. drifts of foamy
lace. and the shifting throng Of silks SHIN
mering with rose colored light; snowy
satin and deep hued velvets trailing in
dusky, soundless folds, and the air thrill
ing with music, gay, triumphant marches
aud dreamy values, with slow and soft
swelling murmurs, like lazy brooks in
level lands, drowsy and sweet, and always
with no echo of sadness in their tones"
"But you don't care TO wear those shin
ing silks and flashing jewels yourself; you
would stand apart from the brilliant scenes
in your sober, nun like robes, looking on
in your dreamy way-enjoyng it perhaps
but not with the eager throb and thrill that
Nina, for instance, would feel, with no
flush on your cheek and no unwonted
CLEAN in your eyes"
perhaps So" she said quietly.
should not like to wear splendid robes
and jewels, because like harmony
There is no brightness in my life, no gay
ETY. or joy in my heart. | think they have
gone from me forever.
You are very wrong to speak so hope
lessly," he said, then, with a passionate
eagerness In his voice, he went on -
Miss Brent-AIadeline wont you tell me
what this strange blight is which seems to
have fallen upon your life. crushing out
its Joy and hopeP i love you Madeline !;
my love gives me the right to know.
Or. If you will not tell me, give me the
right to WOO back the sunshine to your
heart and life. Be my wife, 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
eyes.
ooh, hush You do not know what
you are saying. l can not. must not lis
ten to you. If you only knew ! Mr..
Kingsley, have no right to listen to you.
Ialready am wife,"
She did not heed his start of surprise,
she did not once raise her eyes to theiface
whose pallor equalled that of her own :;
but keeping them fixed on the dark shad-
ow that fickered on the greensward, she
went on calmly and gravely like one who
relates narrative of common place incl
dents in which he has no personal interest