Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1897-01-04

| connie of ladies on q round of travel: but
for the time | was outwardly neither
more nor less.
from Valladolid to Madrid-AIadrid. the
| high-Derched city, with its arid, uninter-
esting surroundings and ahomlnaple Gil,
mate Not long did we linger here. BAD
and irving as the English winter may be-
| the cold of Madrid is q poor exchange
for it. [ had almost thrown aside the as
| sumed character of an invalid; but felt
| il would be the height of inconsistency,
after forcing my companions TO accompa-
ny me in search Of warmth; to make any
stay in the Spanish capital. Right glad
was to leave it, and turn my. face
| southwark Philippa was by now in APP
parently good health, both bodily and
! mental; but while at Madrid | trembled
for her, as | should tremble TOR anyone
| | loved who made that city resting
place-a city Swept from end to END by
| crafty, treacherOus, icy winds blowing
straight from the Guadarrama noun
tains; insidious blasts, III which Turk the
seeds of consumption and death.
SO at our leisure we went southwark,
hating at such places and seeing such
sights as we thought fit; lingering here
and there just so long as 1t suited us;
travelling by easy stages, and III such
comfort as we could command. AT NAL
aga we spent weeks, reyeling IN the
balmy, delicious air; at Granada we
were days and days before we could tear
ourselves from the interesting, absorbing
glories of the departed Moor. We were
in new worid-a world which | mad
always longed to see. At last--it was
just at the end of April, when the land
| was full of roses. when vegetation was
breaking into that rich luxuriance un-
| known in the northern 1andS-We turned
our steps to the city which | had in my
own mind fixed upon as the end OF our
wanderings, the half Spanish, half Moor
ish, but wholly beautiful city of Seville;
brilliant, romantic Seville. with its flower
bedecked houses, its groves OF orange ana
olive trees its luXuriapl gardens, It's
crooked, narrow streets its MOORISH
walls, it's numerous towers. all of which
sink into insignificance under the shadow
Of the lofty Giralda. All wanted seemed
to be here.
seeking which had professed to leave fog
~ England-sun, warmth, color, bright
ness Here | thought if III any place in
the world, will the one love forget what
she knows of the cruel past. Here, It
may be, our new life shall begin,
Glorious. wonderful Seville. The mag
ic charm of the place fell on my compan-
ions as it fell upon me, as indeed 1t tails
upon all who visit it. BY common con-
sent we arranged to stay our course
for an indefinite time. Perhaps by
now we ali thought that we had
endured enough of hotel life. and
wanted some place which might bear
the name of home; so, although such
things are not very easy to fine, / hired
a furnished house. Such house!
From the narrow street.-the need OF
shade makes narrow streets Indispensable
in Seville-paSs through Il light. open
work iron gate into a spacious, white,
marbIe-ined courtyard, or as the Span
iards call it, patio; a courtyard open to
the sky, save for the gayly-colored avn
ing which is sometimes spread over 1t;
fY.oCr nj to no
with the perfume of orange and other
understanding blossoms, bright with
glowing oleanders and musical with the
murmur of fountains. Aroud nthe walls
statues. some OF the fair works of art,
paintings and mirrors. Every sitting
room in the house opening on this cool.
central fairyland-a fairyland which, for
many months of the year, is almost the
only part of the house used in their wax
ing hours by the Sevillanos. Add to
this garden. not large but exquisite, full
of the rarest and choicest blooms, and if
YOU are not hopelessly bigoted. and
enamored of English fogs you must long
for such a home in courtly, beautiful
Seville!
With such surroundings-almo those
of Sybarite-Who can blame me for
} being lulled into security. if not for
getfulness, and for telling myself that
my troubles were nearly at an end!
Who can wonder at the castles | built,
as hour after hour | lounged in the
patio, with it's fragrant, soothing atmos-
phere, and gazed at Philippa's beautiful
face, and now and again meeting her
dark eyes, and sometimes surprising in
those beautiful depths a look which
thrilled my heart-a look which | told
myself was one of love?
True that often and often in my sleep
/ saw the white, dead face, with the
snow heap forming over it. True, that
r | off nd of g I.1y
wages of simon, on, on.' rang through
my dreams, and | aWoke trembling in
every limb; but in the daytime in the
midst of the sweet shaded repose, | could
almost Danish every memory, every
thought which strove to lead me back
to grief and horror.
The days, each one sweeter than it's
I forerunner. passed by. Each day was
passed with Philiapa. We wandered
for hours through tie marvellous gardens
of the -AlcaZar: we drove under the shad-
ing trees of Las Delicias; we made eX-
cursions to Italica and other places.
which the guide book tells you
every visitor to Seville should see:
but l think we found in the ordin-
airy sights, which were at our very
door. as much pleasure as in any
of the stock shows. We loved to watch
+ the people. We delighted in the pic
turesque, ragged-looking. blackeyed An
dalusian boy-rascals who played and
romped at every street corner. We noted
81 the eXquisitely graceful figures of the
Sevillanas; |. moreover. noted that TIE
most graceful of these figures could rot
be compared to Phlippa's own. We
strolled up the awning-roofed Gale de
las Sierpes, end laughed at the curious,
windowless little shops. Everything was
so strange, SO bright, SO teeming with
Old-World tradition, so full of intense
interest, that no wonder I could for the
time send painful memories to the back
ground.
| And Philippe? Although there were
) times when her face grew sad with sad
!, remembrances; although at times her
eyes sought mine with that troubled in
curing look; although | trembled as to
what might be the question which
seemed to see her lips about to form;
did not. could not, believe she was en-
tirely unhappy. The smile-a quiet,
thoughtful one, yet q smile-was oftaner
seen her face IF capoa now Ce ire