The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-18

dler-while on the lake she heard call
from distant part of the shore and rOwed
IN that direction 10 find an odd little elf
(vho seemingly had braved Ronalds eNor-
cism), a dwarf. with wBthered face, long
gray beard, who desired her to transport
him to the opposite shore. She Immediate
ly saw that he was like the famous sprites
OF the Isle of Man. But he said he had no
home and had come to see his son, who
lived In a fisherman's hut on the other
shore. where he was kindly treated. When
she told him tearfully that Trilby had
been exiled, expecting him to heap desefv-
ed condemnation upon her head, ne only
tore off his beard and hts wig to reveal
Trlby himself arrayed in the most beau
mful OF fairy toggery. He said he had
NJ. Nodier's wonderful mist-ever since
Roland banished him, although she had
never heard him until then.
Then they came upon Dugais boat and
Trilby sprang into the water, filling Du-
gals net with blue fishes and among them
he had also placed a treasure box which
was studded with rubies and sapphires.
Dugal, the practical fellow. told Jeanne to
hurry home with the box and he would
bring the fishes
When she had placed the box upon the
hearth a voice came from the inside. 1t
was Trilby's. For a long time he begged
her piteously to lift the lid OF the box. say
ing that N she would, the monks exorcism
would be powerless TO take him away
from her again. He protested his love
with all the art and fervor that an elf
shut up tightly In a box could command.
But the mention OF love made her think
Of her husband and the duty she owed to
him; and just as Dugal and the monk
came up the path the barefoOted but
marvelously poetic fisherwoman rushed
of her hut-tO death.
Such is the story of the other Trilbyi
1t seems out OF place for grown up peo-
pie of to-day. But Nodiers language is
a silken skein, which seems TO strange
ones reason and harness his fancy to the
moonbeams that CLINT through the won
derful misty mist which hung over Lake
Bonnie. And you really believe.
One Of the sentences In this other Trilby
has been pronounced by Saint Beuve. the
great literary critic, as being as nearly
perfected as any ever constructed. And
here It is In English, which only fecbly in
terprets It:
when Jeanie returning from the lake,
had stood watching the wavering light
from her husbands boat as II sailed away
in the distance, plunging into a deep
gulf, hiding behind a promontory, grow
ing dim In the fog between the water and
the sky-the light in the boat which car
ried her husband and the hope Of lucky
catch, of the house, then go In with sigh,
stir up the Goals, half whitened by the
ashes, and set her laburnum wood spindle
whirling. while she hummed the song Of
Saint Dunstan, or the ballad OF Aberfoils
ghost and as soon as ner eyelids, heavy
with sleep, began to hide her weary eyes,
Trilby emboldened by the drowsiness Of
his beloved, would jump forth lightly from
his covert, leap with the JOY OF a child
into the flames, scattering about him a
cloud Of fiery spangles, timidly approach
the sleeping spinner, and sometimes, reas-
sured by the even breath which came from
her lips at regular intervals, he would
come nearer, draw back, come near again,
glide up to knees, touching them like a
night moth with the noiseless fiuttering
of invisible wings. caress her cheek, Irvine
the locks of her hair about him, suspend
himself from her gold earrings without
bearing any weight on them: or, he would
rest oft her bosom, murmuring In a
voice sweeter than a breath Of air, scarce
ly moving, when It dies on a trembling
leaf, Jeanne, my beautiful Jeanne. listen
one moment to the lover who loves you,
because you do not respond to his affec-
ton " And even Mr.. Howells and Mr..
Ibsen would have to take off their hats to
this sentence, II not TO NJ. Nodier, roman
ticigt