The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-06-28
GEORGE ELIOT.

Kate Field, In New York Tribune.
George Eliot deadi and you ask for
my recolleotions Of herP } Memory is
almost lost in regret, for she was great
and good, and kind to me. but l will
try TO recall the past. Come with me
TO Florence. Flower Of all cities, and
city Of all flowers" lt 81 a.s
Here. when left as n schoolgirl to
study singing and Italian, 1 met George
Eliot. Being in charge Of an accom-
plished Englishwoman, who numbered
among her friends all that were best in
literature, art, and diplomacy, I enjoy
ed advantages far beyond my years,
and found q second home at Villino
Trollopc. the residence of Thomas Adolf
plus Trollope. win you come with me
there and meet George Elliott 1t Is q
Sunday evening, and she Is expected
with her husband. ll
All, this Villino Trollope is quantity
fascinating with its marble pillars, its
grim men in armor, starting like senti-
nels from the walls, and its ~curiosities
greeting you every step. The antiquary
revels In its mnjolica, its old bridal
chests and carved furniture. its beauti-
full terra Gotta of tho Virgin and Child''
by Orgagno, its hundred oggetti of the
rinque cento. The bibliopole grows si-
lently ecstatic as he sinks quietly in
10 q midi@val chair and feasts his eyes
IN q model library bubbling over with
i've thousand rare books, many wonder.
fully Illuminated and enriched by cost
ly e~ngravings- To those who prefer
m earnest talk with the host and hostess
on politics, art. religion, or the last
new book. there Is the cosy study where
Puss and Bran. the faithful dog, lie side
by side on Christian terms, and where
the daughter Of the house will sing you
the Tuscan can't popolari like o young
nightingale in voice, but with more than
youthful expression.
Here Is Anthony Trollope, and It is
no ordinary pleasure to enjoy simultan-'
eously the philosophic reasoning Of
Thomas Trollope-looking half Socrates
aud half Galileo-whom Mrs. Brown
Ing called ':Aristides the Just" and the
On-on-May sped-far INTO the re-
cesses of Morton Woods, which stretch
ed their cool shades invitingly behind
the coveted fields. 9 Atlast she reached
a spot which had been her refuge be-
fsre, when, like to-day. her impulsive
spirit had suffered from extremes,
either of joy or sadness; for gladness
and sorrow are oftentimes twin in scnsa-
ton ut the moment.
May had learned to look upon nature
as the most unfailing sympathizer
and soothcr of a spirit like her own,
whose sensitiveness to %externals was
evcr q fresh source of surprise TO her
moro neutrality-suspicious. parents.
Flingiug herself upon q bank of moss,
she buried her face in its yielding vel
vet, and sobbed unrestrainedly for a
time. Then she dried her eyes with an
impatient gesture. X 2
aWby," She exclaimed, was I not
horn q boy? Then / could have gone
ont into the world, and turned the tide
of fortune. l would have wrested sue
cess from it by energy and perseyer-
ance. But what is that?n
She sprang to her feet and listened
intcntlygTIt was the sharp report of a
gun which had struck upon her carr
i he &C. moment q bushy-tailcd squir-
rel dashed past her in wild alright. 1t
.nd evidently been made n target for
the shot she had heard. and was flying
for its life.
Poor little thing! l wonder if you
are hurt, and seeking u shelter in which
TO dep was Mays plying thought, as
she watched it glide from tree 10 tree.
and then patise, painting. and APPARENT
" exhausted. Il will try to catch and
help you. If ! am a girl, | a do good
to something more helpless than my,
self" Et3[sa4J cllfs
Suiting the notion to her thoughts.
she approached II stealthily. until. with
hand ouistretchcd. she felt suro of her
prize; but mott escaped again from
the kindly mentioned, but d~istrusted
interference of its would be captor.
May, however. was not to be thus foil
ed. and for a time, there vas IN excit-
ing chase. AT last the little refugee
took shelter in the friendly trunk q a
hollow tree.