The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1877-06-19

Something About Famous Authors
AuthoreoDoo. and Remarkable
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ins-hail, hat is NV billiard room. II is
carried mp the whole height of villa, and
round il runs gallery commencing With
the upper n'"ms. This lofty sale Is large
enough n hold dozen London houses. Il
opens into ballroom. lovely room. With
pale green walls. enriched by white bas-
rrliefs. and looking "n the upper garden.
On the left Of the vesiibuIe opens the
miniature room, so-callesi from the nun,l-r
81 old miniatures an its walk, in keeping
with the old cabinets, china, metal vork
AMI bric-a-bsic Of all kinds, collected by
''Ouida" in Eve years residence in Italy.
One Of the chief treasures IL . credensa
that she obtained from . monastry in
Rome, painted in chiaroscuro With the life
and miracles Of Christ, and very rare.
Above the windows are two great golden
eagles that belonged to Napoleon ]; the
furniture - all Louis Nv.
| The room in which 'Ouida" writes in
winter mornings il full Of plants. several
oil-Paintings by her own hand, plenty Of
brio a-brac, and many books, chiefly on
ART and history. Her writing-t,ble is Of
cineue-cenio work, very exquisite and
valuable. But the PECULIARLY Of all the
roon's il the abundance Of flowers every
where. She loves flower, and is her own
head gardener.
'Ouida," in her pleasant chamber,
writes rapidly and without mental or bodily
fatigue, never looks at what she has written
ill II comes To her IN proof. and she cor.
reris very little. IIer manuscripts Look
like Greek manuscripts; her handwriting
singular and not feminine. In spring and
summer she writes either out III DOCS OF
in the ball rom. This she calls the
garden room hecan-~ it opens on \ snng
Place like monastery garden, sweet With
every imaginai scent, and rich with mag
n"!,a trees anil every flower that blows,
! pend. fall Of goldfish, fruit crowding the
walls. Here Was written ''Signa"-wririen
almost entirely in early morning in the
open air. To ihe singing OF many birds.
Aud this Is the house Of Lon,se de Ia
Ran,n,e, known tn the world only BY her
self-insiicted Pet-name Of "Ouida"-with
any other she says the world has no hush
ness. The habits Of her life are simple.
For the open air she has . passion, loving
the Italian climate for the number Of hs.nss
il enables you to pas out-of- doors 80 from
April toOctolcr she is seldom within ex
cePt Tor dinner and sleep. In the autumn
aud winter she drives from two till SIX.
She has two favori,e hor-es. Msschur,no
and Birickino AMI dogs in numbers. lsla,
81. BERNARD, died last year, and she has
made him marble tomb. At her feet il
always deerhound and little white Nal
te-e called Lii, while snowy Maremma
shecP-d-gs suanl the ganlens. Five in the
morning sees her up. but she only writes
when in the humor draws AMI paints .
good deal; receives every Friday from d.
cemher to June. .Ouida" never smokes,
and never drinks wine, hut for her guests
there are tea or COTE, wine or cigarettes.
On dress she is an authority she holds
that woman should look like pictures, not
fashion plates. English criticism on art
or literature she despises, and is not at all
di>pleased when told that her writings are
opposed in tenor and tone 10 the English
temperature. Authorship was always .
natural impulse to her-at four year, old
she wrote in printed character . child's
story. Her father trained her to mnscu-
line modes Of cul ture and thought. lie
had = fine but wasted in tellect.
MATILDA HEROx's HEART.
4 lady Who was formerly pupil of Ma
iilda Heron writes in New York paper
We we're interrupted in our lesson one morn
ing by the servant, Who said there Was =
man below, caugl:ing badly and wanting
help. Al madane's request accompanied
the girl to the kitchen, and found miser-
able consump,ive on the verge Of starva-
ton. A ! listened long to his story, which,
Was the old one-"Letier days" no employ
mcnt," i'll health, and inevitable death in
the poor-house or bospilal-Mme. Heron
came in search of me, and moved by the
recital, she had coffee made for the man,
aud then herself conducted him In the most
cheerful room in her house and dedicated u
Ia his ne. saw her hattie his burning brow
with her hand, and when ] expressed my
surprise, she sail MY religion teaches me
this"
Once, al>O in my presence, \ woman
who hal se~ed or performed some like
service for her. called To ask pecunisry
assistance. My friends face saddened. |
MY God !" she said, II cannot help you
have no money. Stop" and, hurrying |
from the room, she soon returned With . |
pair If blankets. "Here," she said softly, !
transferring her burden to the woman.
go and pawn there. You can rai<e what
You need ON them l think"
She would not ALLOW any expression Of
gratitude. Goodness seemed aspoutsneous
impulse with her. and in her sweet hu-
mility she would say, Hush il Is my
religion"
Her love for her little Rijou, beautiful
n many Of her qualities were, trsnacended
Ill the rest. 1t Was her all-sbsorbing pas
lion. For my entertainment the child sang the
Grenade from the opera OF "Genevieve
le Brabans," With power and expresioa
errible in one so young, looked At the
Her eyes were swimming in
ear. "what will she not suffer whea
even Approximate this emotion
'ov." abe said speaking her thoughts aloud.
All The power ofher love, which had been
o cruelty betrayed, she had harvested, and |,
he lavished it with the utmost prodigality &