The Benton weekly record. [volume] (Benton, Mont.) 1880-1885, 1881-09-01

along, though without interrupting the
conversation, until at last, is we stopped
beside an iron fence, which separated the
garden from q meadow, she stopped, put
her hand through the bars, and gathered
two dandelions.
You must put one of these in your
coat" she. said, ssit win please mamma
when you go to say good-by 10 her,
put it IN my huttonhoIe Immediately.
have put radiall there or a cucumber to
please Molly. She held the other IN her
| own hand and surveyed it rather eoni-
calIy.
ssAIs,nma is so fond of these sort OF
tllings,' she said. 81 am afraid am not
q good daughter, but it SO difficult for me
to care for what mamma calls real art
ssA1ld what do you call real art ts.' i'll
quired. y
.sI don know, she replied, shut like
papa arr best. Il you ever come to see
us again I will show you the picture
room, where papa has some beautiful Van
dycks and Reynold, and q Titan, and a
Rembrandt; and the library, where he has
some editions Of Shakespeare anu other
books. Do you know papa?''
II have never seen him since his we'd
ding day, when every one was saying how
delightful it was to witness the union OF
two artistic souls"
sDid they say that?" said Molly II
did not know mamma ever thought papa
artistic. She says he cannot rise above
Shakespeare and she says Shakespeare is
false art. But perhaps papa and shall
grow to ler ideal some day. She says ii
might burst upon us quite suddenly.
What do you think2"
"Heayen forcfend - could not refrain
from saying, fervently. ''Why, in that
case Sir john would burn his tino books
and pictures. - i. .-
"TIen you don't think shalt ever he
like mamma2'' said Molly, rather defect
edly.
shook my head.
'.Well! am little glad said she,
more brightly, Stfoi | feel as if should
never really care TO sit in a dark room and
contemplate. And yet can't help being
just a little bit sorry, for mamma says mine
is not the highest life
II longcd to tell her she was perfect, but
forebore.
s.But you lead q very useful life,'' ]
said, guardedly. 'tYou are your fathers
companion and help
ssOh! but that is pleasure, y she cried.
II like riding with papa, and doing things
for him, andstIying 70 make him happy.
AIatnn1a says there 4 good Iii any lite
witch does not yearE over humanity.
Now, don't yearn-''
s.No,o Interrupted, half amused.
"You do much better. You make every
item Of humanity happy which comes near
you"
ssThat is nothing" she replied. ssPeo-
pie are SO kind III seeming to talk to me.
But, do you know, think am beginning
to improve, for never entertained one of
mammals guests before, and you are one
Of her guests. But you are not like her
other friends atall, for they always say
4ttzst1 = WREN sI5csls alIJ they recte
such queer poems, and talk so strangely,
or sit silent for hours, and then they call
me a shepherdes8.'
Il wish you would come and mind nv
shcep!n exclaimed
ssHave you sheop?" she asked, simply.
Only figuratively," replied. II Will
tell you what | mean another day. Now |
must SO and say gootl-by to your mother. y
We went back to the house, and Molly
pltlckesE half dead rose on our way and
placed itin the centre of her bunch Of
Witllered leaves. But at the drawing lUp;n
door she transferred this strange T4aqt;at
srom her hand TO mine.
Mamma could not bear two Voices
again, she said. ':Pleaae give these to
her.
A chill came over me as ( re-enterel1 the
gloomy apartment, bat this time / made
my way more easily TO Lady de Burgl1's
side. She still held the groundsal IN her
hand, and laid it tenderly on her knee as
she received Aiolly's little boquet. and
turned it round.
Dear pretty rustic she said sadly.
She has no originality, no innate appreci-
alton, 40 immense purposes. Int -hc is
obedient. She lias no agonizing. passions,
butshc is fond :
stsheis a goeaaEs,F aaId warmly.
Lady de Butgi, looked Ill nle ia ,1,D.,tn-
fill surprise.
'.Goddesses, -he observed, sswere
merely terrest:a creature cleitie9 by vulgar
admiration for strength or beauty They
had no soul, LIDO not speak OF the COM
mon soul which allinsates us all, bnt of
that vast spring II appreciation, that pure
grasp Of the intabgi;,tf, fi1at i,1l1Hfiee per-
eeption Of prcfundity, The ee5tatio soul
which is 50 possessed BY tie very few
Then she noticed the 6landolion in nv
bntton-Ilole, and, emerging from her cuah-
ions, she touched Il with tho tips of her
fingers.
You are very artistic" she said. 81
can see. 1t At 4 glance. We must be great
friends. But ] must not keep you longer
now, for | have much to occupy my mind
before I sleep tonight.
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