The record-union., 1894-03-24

He found, too, that their language is
mixture of the ancient Magyar and the
Germanic tongues; that men and women
alike dress in the untanned skins of the
goat, with hoods and sandals OF the same
material; that their songs and singing are
marvelously passionate, tender and pa
thetic, most of all yoicing feryor of ma
tionai and domestic love, and are always,
as well as their wild, graceful and inn
petuous national dance, the cZardas, ac-
companied by the thrilling strains OF the
cziganok; that the men were Of fine, large
frame and giant strength, the matrons
sturdy, handsome and gentle, and the
maidens supple, shapely and perfect as
models of abstract physical beauty. Curl
ously for this region, it seems OF the finest
Saga-sung types, with fair, white, rose
tinged skins, dazzling teeth, lustrous blue
or nazel-gray eyes, and wealth of f1axen
hair with that marvellous CLINT of ashen
gray and silver in it no master painters
brush has ever rightly limned; while
with their frank and artless ways is
certain subtle charm of head poised back
ward and trifie to this side or to that,
ever suggesting ungrudged attentiveness,
blended with the alertness OF the bird or
the deer.
Herr Paulus, like the artist he was, lost
no time from his work. The simple folk
about him, proud of the little they saw IN
themselves when transferred to the
artists portfolio, wed with each other in
docile obedience to his every direction
and request. But his toll lacked Zest.
Terese did not come until long after her
herd had filed demurely into the polonia
among the already resting flocks. And
then her handsome face was distraught.
She took 10 food, and, unheeding,
passed by the evening festivities upon the
sward beneath the blazing cressets OF tr
oil tn
only at Dmytro's bidding to give the
stranger her hand in welcome; to learn
unmoved that he was an artist, like her.
self. though great and famous; and, when
he said, 81 am from Jura, too" hoping
for a gleam of interest then, to only
absent-mindedly reply: Il know that all
is well with him. Tomorrow, or the
next day, we will speak of Jura, and
yourself
Herr Paulus, turning to his hut for
rest, felt for the first time in his life the
consuming fires OF unheeded love.
Vague fancies had filled him as he had
climbed the mountain that 1t was but his
to look or to speak, and then Terese was
all his own.
"Ah," he bitterly reflected, that I had
not met kind-hearted Jura upon the Cra-
COW road l know the fateful signs.
This radiant mountain beauty is not for
the vagrant artist of Chemnitz. Some
lowland lover is lurking near. 1t is with
him she is keeping tryst; and Herr
Paulus is wretched and undone J"
But he saw Dmytro with clouding face
sternly regarding the girl, as she stood
for moment in the flaming cresset's
light, and heard him say as she turned
and passed him:
"Terese, you are as though you had
fought with bears again ~
81 have seen bears, savage, awful bears
to-day; and wolves, too. gaunt, ferocious
wolves, tearing at the bleeding hearts of
helpless sheep and lambs !"
Distracted and with flashing eyes Ter
ese disappeared among the shadows.
Distracted and with shaking mead Dmytro
came back 10 the czardas and the songs.
And distracted and heart-heavy Herr
Paulus sought his couch of fir branches
for the night.
AFTER an hours time, come with Te-
rese and the goatspp was the sweetest
awakening Herr Paulus had ever known.
The words were at his hut door from the
lips of Terese the next morning: and the
artist bounded from his couch, trembling
from fear of some silvan delusion.
Swiftly he donned his clothing, washed