Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1894-06-23

could scarcely wait TO speak 10 me,
and he seemed nervous and distract.
You and he ere both toe
high strung, Marta. You live toe
much IN the clouda It. In q
mistake, my child. We are not purely
spiritual, we poor mortals., The mind,
despite its incontestable SUPREMACY,
must not tncroach upon the rights Of
humble matter. We should endeavor,
at all costs, TO maintain between these
two elements OF our being the equili'
brium which health and morality
equally demand. l have this much
about me that is excellent: The most
vivid impressions OF my intellectual
life could never interrupt the regular
action of my physical faculties; II
were seated at the table OF the nine
MUSES., I would not lose mouthful."
The old nan laughed heartily ut this
idea.
However" he continued, II know
that the human machine does not move
In youth with this perfect balance; the
pendulum always inclines too much to
one side or the other still drinking
water. Marta? You must be fever
ish."
mo, father, but 1t is SO hot tonight
II is sitting"
"Stiaing! Oh. I forgot. You are
still In Granada. My daughter" he
proceeded, after O moments pause,
and apparently apropos Of nothing;
show wonderful Is the power OF the
pc I. What is the stage of theater?
A few dirty board, some yards Of can
vas covered with unsightly blotches,
flaring lamps, three or four women
without morals. half dozen ugly
men-l am not boring you, my dear?"
This talk, which was so connected
with Karl was agony TO Marta, but
she bravely stifed her feelings, and
answered rirmly:
"No, father: no I always like to
listen to YOU"
swell, Marta" he continued, "a
poet appears. brca hes upon this scat.
folding and these marionettcs, and sud-
denly we sit In ccstacy before this COM
monplace scene and these vulgar per-
sons. as II a corner o. heaven were
open before our eyes. The painted
canvas becomes fanciful palace, the
marinet es increase to the size Of
Genii, and speak wonderful, super
human language. A.! II ever
a man can feel his heart swell with
UNSUITABLE pride, il must be when he
performs, with a wave of his wand IN
the presence of capt., a'ed multitude,
one Of these sublime transformations,
when he, himself, appears like god
to the enraptured gaze of his fascin-
ated auditors"
As Marta listened to this exordium
she thought with bitterness. "karl
was right. Hi. newly-won laurels
would have conquered my father.
Where IS he? Why hasn't he Gomez
"Ah" said Sertorius, with a half
sigh, pursuing his train Of thought.
"rhis young Roswein is lucky.
However. he deserves il. l drink to
his health in this glass Of lachrym
christi He neglects us little now,
but we will never doubt him again;
Ell, Mar,aY'
With an effort she forced herself to
make some sort of u response.
IL think will go aud see him to-
morrow. Marta. don't think he will
look down on me-" langhingly, after
his great success Besides" seriously,
che won d BE- very wrong il he did,
for, unless decci.e myself, we have,
he and /. talent OF the same order;
only his is in the full light OF day, and
mine buried from sight: that is the
only difference that can see His
Boabdil song is built on the same
plan Us my Hymn of Calvary. 1t is
very remarkable, my dear"
at would be strange" replied
Marta, a little hoarsely. ''if your pu.
pill had not caught your method"
lit is not my method, properly
speaking" replied the old man, rails
ing his glass to his lips; lit is the
one me hod. the grand method. l
knew very well that III" public would
recognize It, little BY lie. Upon my
word. that evening at the A~rentina
was one of the most d Va OF my
life. Once more, drink t. ...e health
of our maestro. to his genius and his
future fortune. do not add, TO his
love affairs, Marta" with a laugh.
"Ah. pardon me for saying that, but l
feared to snock my conscience, for the
love affairs of an artist are in general
unworthy the encouragement OF u re-
spectacle father OF fam ly."
Marta had risen from the table aud
gone to the window, where she stood
with her back to her ather apparently
contemplating the beaut, OF the
night. .
"what lovely moonlight evening"
said Sertorius. coming to her side. at
Is as bright as monday"
Eyes" responded Marta "One
would say there was snow on those
ruins over yonder."
Upon my word, yes. II II were
Germany, would swear that 1t was
snow"
do you never regret Germany,
father" asked Marta, speaking little
quickly. -,
mo, never!" he replied, in q decided
tone. .
..And yet," said Marta, sadly and
earnestly "they say that the longing
for ones native land is strong In the
heart Of the old. As for me. | would
gladly 20 there with you. Germany
Is the country that dream Of"
sertorius laughed lightly, far from
suspecting all that was in his daugh-
ters heart-her longing to get away,
an where. pnvwhcrr fr~m Rome.
"You childr' he said tenderly, you
,uoiled child! the whole universe
dreams OF Italy and you dream OF
Germany. How like woman!"
at is nv fa,herland, replied Marta,