Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1877-10-11


seemed impossible. But no sooner
had she touched the keys than she
became conscious of an imperative
desire-almost a necessity-of Eek
pressing her mood in music. Stop.
ping abruptly in light prelude, she
tossed aside the sheet of music be-
fore her. Only a few days before
she had set to music a little poem
that had struck her fancy, and now,
without premeditation, she began to
sing it, feeling as if all the sorrow
and despair in her soul were floating
out on the notes.
Higher, sweeter, the voice rose,
freighted with infinite sadness and
yearnings, startling the careless list
eners into intense attention. The
passionate tones, soaring above them,
seemed singing the dirge of hope
'Ah, late rose, eaten to the heart M
All, bird, whose southwark yearnings start
The one may fall. the other fly.
Why may not II Why may not II
Then slower, fainter, sadder, the
voice faltered to the close, laden with
regret too deep for words:
Times hollow hand has room for all
The beauty ofthe world to fall
Within give my little part
With aching heart-with aching heart
Upon my word,' said Miss Flem-
ing, looking around the circle of as
tonished faces, as the last note died
away, Miss Cuthbert seems to be
the sensation of the evening 7
by Jove = exclaimed an exquis-
tie beside her, remembering to raise
fan he had dropped five minutes be-
fore,' you may well say that She'd
make sensation anywhere
The singer was surrounded, and
eagerly complimented.
what is that song p one after an
other inquired.
Only little poem called sWom-
ans Birthday
Surely you don't mean to stop
Sing something else.'
But Carl Kenneth, at her side, said
imperatively, Come out into the air
you look really i'll. Pray don't ask
anything farther of Miss Cuthbert,
he said to the others. She has given
me my song +; that is enough
Only too glad to get away from
the crowd and the light, the Cover.
ness accepted his offered arm. III
enough she felt, Indeed, as they
paced down the garden path in the
waning moonlight. All her excite
ment had passed into intense languor
"a WEAKNESS SO great that she was
glad to sink down on a garden seal
at the end of the walk. But remem
bering her resolution of the afternoon
she half rose as her companion threw
himself on the grass at her feet.
i ought to 60 in. l forgot thai
Mrs. Fleming sent for me to play
Bertha's accompaniment
'Ah no, don't go back among al
those people. Stay here in the moon
light, and let me talk to you
Another wave of the self scorr
which had Inundated the governes;
that afternoon seconded his entreaty
why, Amy Cuthbert said to herself
-'why should she not sit down and
talk to Mr.. Kenneth as any friend
or acquaintance would do !? Why
need she be so foolish-she who had
buried romance forever p
Il shall be glad to have you talk tc
onJ foil r,,a ahnut fhat focf via.
ture you were so much interested in,
she responded.
Il have not touched it for a week
I am tired of attempts in art : and
the young aristocrat modify tossed
his heavy hair away from his brow.
Il believe | shall keep only one pic
ture of all those l have painted this
summer
sAnd what is that p she asked un-
suspectingly.
"a st. Cecilia
Amy Cuthbert could not repress a
start at this unexpected reply. Meth
er could she at once find fitting re.
joinder. She sat ia silence, idly pull
ing to pieces blossom of Virgins
creeper, thankful that shadows hid
her face.
No, l will not keep that picture
either her companion continued
impetuously. Il do not want to re.
member you with that cold, pure
rapt expression / have depicted.
will rather paint you as Madonna
happy, radient, beautiful woman
You fatter my face it suits
neither of those characters
How might paint you, then
'As Elaine, perhaps she answer
ed, with sigh-'IfI were young
and beautiful enough
Elaine No; if | painted you thu
| would paint Lancelot, kneeling be
fore you as the
Red-cross night forever kneeled
To a lady, in his shield
And you, if Lancelot were kneelins
before you, would you smile. upor
him p
Something in the voice, something
in the flushed face up,ifted in thu
moonlight, thrilled Ter strangely
Why did Mr.. Kenneth talk to her SO
She forced herself to answer with
half laugh,
Il could not be the lilly maid o
Astolat, If | did not smile on Lance
lot
But | can not paint you, for | hav'
rarely seen you smile-have never
once seen you look glad and care
free. And yours he added in low
er tones, is the face of all in tn
world that most wish to see happ,
and bright
Involuntarily the listener started
at the words, and quick heart-thril
disturbed the even answer.
Like most of the race, / am Meth
er very happy nor extremely miser
able
But is not happiness possible
Let me make you happy by the eft
fort of my whole life. Miss Cuthber
why will you not understand me
want to tell you that love YOU
The last leaf Of the blossom sh
had ruined fell on the grass. Th'
hand that had held it was prisonet
| in two others, and the moonligh