People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1895-01-10
Lady | atimer's Escape.
BY CHARLOTTE NJ. BRAEME.
CHAPTER VII-CONTINUED.

BY CHARLOTTE VI. BRAEME.
CHAPTER VII-CONTINUED.
81 never knew before" she said to
me one morning, "what lovely month
September is. The red and gold, me
russell brown and deep crimson of the
trees, are even more beautiful than
their green leaves: and like Septem-
Der flowers better than those which
come in spring; there is nothing so
lovely as the white chrysanthemum. "
Poor child. | knew afterwards why
she found September the fairest of
months. Again, We had driven one
noon to Ashton FRS, taking with us
luncheon for the sportsmen. We
stood for some minutes watching the
sunlight on the valley, and the blue
haze on the distant hills. She turned
to me suddenly, her eyes filed with
tears.
"0h, Audrey she said, "what a
beautiful world it is! | never knew
until now. | seem to have slept
through my life, and to be just awak-
ening. Do you see the green Of the
grass and the lovely blue of the sky?
Why, Audrey, never knew how much
music there was in a birds song,
never knew what the brook sung
about, or the wind told to the trees,
until now"
All, my dear, my dear. neither you
nor was wise enough to know what
was teaching you.
One evening-it was the month of
September and the moon was shining
bright as day in the midst of a dark
blue sky-the gentlemen sat longer
than usual over their wine. The night
was warm and pleasant.
Audrey" said Lady Latimer, 'let
us go as far as the white gate just to
look at the river"
wrapped black lace shawl round
her golden head and white shoulders,
and we went out together, leaving the
shining lights that streamed from the
great windows, and the dim, soft
shadow of the old house behind us,
down past the lime trees, to the white
gate that was canOpied with trees.
"Open it, Audrey, and let us go
down to the waters edge" said Lady
Latimer.
We went, and remember as though
it were yesterday, our shadows on the
long grass, and the wOoinU sigh Of the
wind in the fast-dying lime leaves.
The moon shOne full over the river,
every wavelet seemed to catch ray
of silvery light; the sight was beauti-
full as fairy-land. Lady Latimer stood
silent for some minutes; then in low,
soft voice she began the lines:
II passed without the city gate,
fingered BY the way.
The palm was bendnS to her mate,
And thus heard her saw:
1.-THE arrow to the CULVER
And the wild bird to the tree;
The stream TO meet the river
And the river TO the sea
The waves are welded on the beach,
The shadows on the lea:
And like to like-and each to each,
And Ito thee.
"The cedar on the mountain,
And the brambe in the brake
The willow by the fountain,
And the lily by the lake.
The serpent coiling in its lair,
The eagle soariny free
Draw kin to kin. and pair to pair,
And I-too thee
1.-THE palm was bending to her mate,
marked her meaning we'll
And passed within the city gate,
The old fond tale TO tell "
81 can remember, Audrey" SHE
said, when | read those lines, anC
they were so much Greek to me. Nov
l understand them perfectly. They
mean that everyone must have love
that like will seek like, that the young
seek youth, the beautiful seek other,
as fair. Everything in nature loves,
even to the butterfly who loves the
bluebell, and the bee which is be
trothed to the bloom: and if flower,
and birds, bees and butterflies, al
love, how much more We think
nay, / am sure. that | have been blind
all my life until now"
"And what has given light and sigh
to your eyes nOw?" asked.
| could not resist the question, al
though l knew it would have been ST
much better left alone; but she looked
at me with calm, sweet eyes.
81 do not know" she answered. Il
seems to me that the eyes Of my sou
are just open, and that they see in
finite light-infinite brightness. Al
me-"
l knew, though she did not, wha
had taught her, and my heart went
out to her in great loving pity. She
went on, perfect rapture of happi
ness shining in her face.
Even the moonlight is different t
me. thought it cold and capricious
Now see the light is tender and full
of poetry; now | see"
But the words were never finished
Quite suddenly the white gate opened
aud we heard a voice that made m,
heart beat, say:
"You are here, Lady Latimer
Philip said you would be here by tn,
river
All me! the light on her face-th,
tender, beautiful blush-the rapt ex
preston when she turned to Colone