The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1884-06-20

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them be very long before they are back.
Perhaps if you wish to see them you
viii not mind waiting" She spoke
with somewhat heightened color, and
the strangers dark eyes rested on her
face with a look of undisguised adnira-
ton. FE.l
Thank you very much" he said.
s.lf YOU Will allow me, will avian
their return. am staying tonight at
an inn in the village, and it was my in
teution to walk over to Waylands--as l
think Mr.. Frobisher's house is called
in the course of tomorrow. Hearing.
however, that my friends were so near
me to-day, l could not resist the oppor-
tunity of coming in search of Them
81 have no doubt that they will be
pleased to see YOU" answered Elma,
not knowing what else to say.
"By-the-by. ought to apologize for
not introducing myself before. My
name is Bence Leyland."
mir. Leyland!' calculated Elma.
with start of surprise. Il have heard
both Mr.. Frobisher and Mr.. Drummond
speak of you many times
..Ah! Then they have not forgotten
me. ! am glad of that" '-3 60
ibid you think. MIR. Leyland, that
either of them was likely to forget
|; YOUR ,HE-c-. rsla f5.-sk
well, no-they are hardly the sort
of men to do that" he answered, with
a little laugh. But may 1 ask to
whom have the pleasure of speaking?'
"My name is Elma Deene. Mr.. Frob-
isher and | are cousins"
Mr. Leyland bowed.
At this moment q light cart with two
servants from fWaylands drove up.
They had come to fetch away the ham,
pers and other et-ceteras pertaining to
the picnic -- se---s-- -
5. would you not like some refresh
-n1ents. Mr.. Leylandpn asked Elma-
Thank YOU. l should like bottle
of lemonade. if il is not too much
trouble" answered the painter.
He sat down on fallen tree, and
famed himself with his hat while one
of the servants opened the lemonade.
with what lovely bits of genuine
English scenery this neighborhood
abounds.r said Leyland, afew moments
later They are at once joy and a
despair to a man like myself. We
painters go on daubing canvas after
canvas from youth till age; and the
older we grow, the more we feel how
futile are our efforts, and how few of
her secrets nature has deigned to reveal
to us"
There was one landscape in the
Academy this year." answered Elma,
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to nv mind seemed instinct with some
of natures sweetest secrets. The breeze
that stirred the tops of the larches on
the hill seemed to fan my cheek as
looked. Those cloud-shadowS that
chased each other across the corn fields
in the valley were the very shadows
that | have watched hundred times as
a child. Those scarlet peoples in the
foreground were the same that | gath
cred long years ago. And yet, Mr..
Leyland, YOU know none of nature S
secrets"
Bence Leyland rose abruptly. Let
us walk little way. Miss Deene,n he
said, land find something else to talk
about
Elma picked up her sun-shade. and
the two strolled Slowly away side by
side down one OF the pleasant woodland
ways.
Can YOU guess. Miss Deene, asked
Leyland. presently, .'why | am more
glad to-day than l have been for long
timer 7'' .t'
Elma shook her head. 1T is i'm
possible for me to guess. Mr.. Leyland."
a am glad because I am the bearer
of good news for my dear friend, Dick
Drummond."
oh
Not word could she say. Her heart
! fluttered: her color rose; the painter
regarded her with curious eyes.
s.Dear old Dickl'' he went on present
". almost as if speaking to himself.
'.How pleased l shall be to see him
again, And Frobisher, too. Noble
hearted fellows, both. What smokes
we have had together: what talks we
have had together: how we have ar
gIed and disputed. and in the end
agreed to differ. oh, golden hours
| that never can return No. ,Tamais.
jdaiais'' He spoke the last words in a
| WHISPER. The two walked on in ST.
lence. ..-..r
! Like certain noble poet, Bence Ley.
| land awoke one morning and found
/ himself famous. He had been q strug-
CLING man for twenty years, trying his
hardest to win fame and fortune, but
not succeeding in his pursuit OF either.
| Now and then he sold picture; but in
order to make ends meet, he was com
PEELED to pawn more than he could sell.
( Now and then a note of praise would
! be sounded by some critic more dis
corning than the rest of his tribe; but
such notes We're too few and far be-
tween TO materially affect the fortune:
of the artist. One day, however, :
trumpet-note rang through England
A certain landscape painted by Ley land,
into which he had thrown his whole
heart and soul, came, by happy con
catenation of circumstances, under the
eve of Mr.. Ruskin, the world-renowned
critic. Then rang forth, the clarion
note Those towering heights of gray
lightning-riven rock, bones of world
of DID," wrote the great critic: ''thai
curying sweep of black, melancholy,
wind smitten heath. the home of Soil.
tude for ten thousand years; that far
away fringe of low-lying horizon, where
the moorland sweeps down to the sea,
lurid with strange lights, pregnant with
the menace of coming storm; those
battlemented. rain-washed masses o!
cloud, hurrying up the sky as if bound
for some great meeting-place of the
winds; all these. say. could only have
been depicted for us with so much rev
erence and fidelity, with such power
and vividness of conception, by the
hand of undoubted genius. The mar
who wrought out this picture viii one
! dav stand in the foremost rank of En-
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