Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1895-01-03
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and listened 1t struck him that her
/ playing had altered, it used to be
| mechanical and rather eXpreSSionless,
no one could accuse it Of want of eX-
preston tonight, even if the expression
did limit itself to anger and unrest.
| After a time she stopped playing,
with one dissatisfied, disordered chord,
then there was a little pause which
she broke by singing, first softly and
| half humming, then she seemed to
awaken with a start, and she sang on,
song after song, with sort of excited
yehemence. Her voice was a low con-
| tralto, there was not a, sharp nor a
hard tone in it, but there were some
strong harsh ones, like the groans of
men, and some deep cultural ones, like
the signs of women; there was no pas
sion in her voice, but it was full of
consuming soft tumults of vague sad
unrest.
''This is rather a pleasanter mOdifl
''This is rather a pleasanter modifi-
cation OF her first Stornsr' thought
! Strange. "What possibilities there are
! in that voice, l wonder what would
happen if 1 went over and tried to
kiss that dead woman into life! Pyg-
maliOn's task was a fool to mine, what
is marble to an undeveloped woman!'
He stood behind her and joined in
with her song, his bass to her central
! to- The combination gave one rather
a shock at first, but it grew fascina ting
as they went on.
Gwen stopped suddenly III the middle
of a song
81 could not have believed our two
pleteness."
at is a sport"
81 like applicable things best, she
said, peering out into the semi-gloom.
"You go about with scalpel in your
brain, Gwen! What a thing it is to
come of scientific stock"
ooh, it's a diabolical thing for a
woman!" said Gwen.
She shut the piano up softly = she
never by any chance banged things
and went upstairs to dress.
81 shall wear that silk that look
81 shall wear that silk that looks
like fiesh," she said.
Il put it away, your ladyship, you
said you did not like it"
eff you could get at it quite easily
| should like to wear it tonight
flesh and blood, with no remote divini-
ty about it," she thought. ooh, wish
L could let things be, and stop poking
about among mysteries. I will touch
him tonight, yes, 1 will 1 wonder
I wOnder-if I can possibly muster up
strength for a kiss
CHAPTER xxx.
Mrs. FelloWes, meanwhile, was hay
ing most unsatisfactory time with
the Park people; it seemed absolutely
impossible to dig into them or to be
of any service to them. They We're
wearing her to skin and bone, and she
was meditating a change somewhere
or other, when one day, crossing the
hall just after lunch, she heard knock
at the door and opened it herself.
She found Mr. and Mrs. Wirinz
standing in their normal attitude and
looking frightfully embarrassed; she
saw at glance that they locked queer
er than usual, and not feeling euua
en- than usual, and not feeling equal
Just at that minute to face them alone,
she carried then, straight to the dir
ing-foGnl,
"a h, the Nineteenth Century, / pei
ceiye. said Mr.. Warning as soon rs he
found himself in a chair, with his
hat Grasped in one hand and the other
on the edge of his knee with the fiIg-
,rs stretched out and feeling nervonsly
! in a banked way.
in that last article of st. George
Mivart;s," continued Mr.. Warning" we
find a? marked evidence of the deter
, iorating effect of any special bias on
a mans mind If this man were not
an ardent churchman Of the Romish
persuasion | have always thought he
might have done we'll in literary
science. but as it iS-it seems to me
he has so much confused the thread
eff his discourse as to render it COM
paratively valueless by weaving into
it, With most conscientious persistence,
stray fragments of the deductions he
, has drawn from his own crude creed.
/ This demands, on the readers part.
a searching, sitting process, which the
! intrinsic value of the geEtleman's ar
ticles to my mind hardly warrants"
! "Ah. you like your science neat"
said the rector, $50 possibly might L,
: if 1 had time to collect my own facts"
"Ah. but for work that must last,
, time and an undivided mind are ne
cessities, no matter what the cause
! may be that clouds the BRAIN"
He looked at his wife, and his float
, ing, near-sighted eyes grew dim with
tender pain, and the tendril-like move
ment of his fingers increased.
He forgot st. George Mivart, and
all at once it occurred to him why he
| had come.
Poor old boy, his punishment is
horribly out of proportion to his des-
erts," thought the rector, as, in the
pause that followed, he caught snatch
eS of the low-toned talk of the women,
with Ovens name entering largely
into it, and saw Mrs. Warnings face
fixed on his own wife with pathetic
shy yearning. not veering round to her
husband with covert eagerness, as it
used to do.
Mr.. Fellowes caught himself echoing
the other husbands sigh, and he
laughed as the absurdity Of the situa-
ton struck him.
''1'hiS must be StODDp1" he thOught