San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-02-17

pie say about her acting, and pricking them
into her every now and then, like 20 many
pins At first Isabel was 30 sure Of herself
and the public that she took no notice-it
seemed to her only what every actress must
expect. But now It is different. She Is not
90 strong as she was when she came over, nor
80 happy, l. think, and the criticisms tell
more She is heartily sick Of tue White
Lady, and is bent upon change, and / be-
lieve she thinks this play Of Edwards is just
what she wants to enable her 10 strengthen
her hold upon the public"
There never was greater delusion," said
Kendall; Its the last part in the world she
ought to attempt. Properly speaking, unless.
she puts it in, there's no posing in 1t, none Of
that graceful attitudinizing she does so well,
It's long, tragic part-a tremendous strain,
and would take all the powers of the most
accomplished art to give it variety aud
charm"
"Oh, know" sighed Mrs. Stuart Il
know. Bit what is to be doneP
Kendall shrugged his shoulders with a smile,
feeling as hopeless as she did. The paleneSs
of the beautiful face opposite indeed had
touched his sympathies very keenly, and ne
was beginning to think the safety of Walace's
play not such "A desperately important mat
ter after all. However, there was his promise,
and he must 60 on with it. But I'll be
hanged" lie said to himself, "if come within
a thousand miles of hurting her feelings
Wallace must do that for himself if he wants
to-"
1t had been arranged that Miss Bretherton
should be allowed two breaches, and two
only, of the law against sight seeing-a walk
through the schools quadrangle and drive
down High street. Mr. Sartoris, who had
been an examiner during the summer term,
and had so crept into the good graces of the
clerk of the schools, was sent off to suborn
that functionary for the keys Of the iron
gates which on Sunday shut out the Oxford
world from the sleepy precincts Of the Bod
leian. The old clerk was in lax vacation
mood, and the envoy returned key in hand.
Mrs. Stuart and Forbes undertook the guild
ance of Miss Bretherton, while the others
started to prepare the boats. II was hot
June day, and the gray buildings, with their
cool shadows, stood out delicately against a
pale blue sky, dappled with white cloud. Her
two guides led Miss Bretherton through the
quadrangle Of the schools, which, fresh Is it
was from the hands Of the restorer, rose into
the air like some dainty white piece Of old
world confectionery. For the windows are
set so lightly in the stone work and are SO
nearly level with the wall that the whole
great building has an unsubstartial card
board air, as if q touch might dint it.
Then doctrinaires call it fault" said
Forbes indignantly, pointing out the feature
to his companions "rd like to see them
build anything nowadays with half so much
imagination and charm"
The looked enviously at the closed door Of
tho Bodleian they read the Latin names of
the schools just freshly painted at intervals
round the quadrangle, and then Forbes lead
them out upon the steps in front of the Rad
cliffe and st. Aary's, and let them take their
time little.
Chow strange that there should be any
thing in the world" cried Miss Bretherton,
80 beautiful all through, so all Of piece as
this! had no idea it would be half so good.
Don't, don't laugh at me, Mr.. Forbes have
not seen all the beautiful things you other
people have seen. Just let me rave"
81 laugh at you'll" said Forbes, standing
back in the shadow of the archway, his fine
lined face, aglow with pleasure, turned
towards her. II who have got Oxford
in my bones and marrow, 90 to
speak! Why, every stone in the tplace is sa-
cred to me! Poetry lives here, il she has fed
from ell the world beside. No, no; say what
you like, it cannot be too strong for me-"
Mrs. Stuart, mean while, kept her head
cool, admired all that she was expected to
admire, and did it WELL and never forgot
that the carriage was waiting for
them, and that Miss Bretherton was
not to be tired. 1t was she who took
charge Of the other two, piloted them safely
t,,fA ha A. rial thAv, H. I,erl,
street, sternly refused TO make a stop at
Nagdalen, and finally landed them in tri-
umph TO the minute at the great gate of
Christ church. Then they strollsd into the
quiet cathedral, delighted themselves with
its irregular bizarre beauty, its unexpected
turns and corners, which gave it capricious
fsnciful air for all the solidity and business
like strength Of its Norman framework, and
as they rambled out again Forbes made them
pause over a window in the northern aisle
a window by some Flemish artist of the Eff
tenth century, who seems to have embodied
in it at once all his knowledge and all his
dreams In front sat Jonah under his golden
tinted gourd-an i'll tempered Flemish
peasant-while behind him the indented
roofs Of the Flemish town climbed the whole
height Of the background. 1t was probably
the artists native town; some roof among
those carefully outlined gables sheltered his
own household Lares. But the hill on which
the town stood, and the mountainous back
ground and the purple sea, were the hills and
the sea not of Belgium, but of dream coun-
try of Italy, perhaps, the medi@val artists
paradise.
Happy mani" said Forbes, turning to Miss
Bretherton; "look, he put it together four
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