Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1897-05-06
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II me again" Ae EaSs2
lie repeated his nama
i after him with her aad
1t was very funny a,s aagiaA
over it--"Fraank. FRANK 'S e.
And then they looked haaN es
Papa, are you tiredsa
The old man was toiljns CD
with his bread shoulder y Y
was red under his trayeIias s
he had pushed to the h.aas es
and he was blowing
BERTHE tried to smile pleasas
he was inwardly raging i W
con over this senseless = w
had half an hour mora ~ !
before the narrow tract
gagged up the hillside Iks saa
besque, came to an end, 49,
down to rest on a block 80
Eva was enchanted. Pa
D~ronth1em with its modern y
circled by the steely waters sy
and its ford, a magic mirres
foated the white mass az -
of Munkeuholm. The moun,sl
On all sides were blue. neasaa.
the bioomy purple hue az Il.
then the deep, sheeny blua
further of the Transparent ~
blue If the sapphire. and =
lance the tender sky.blua ~
quoise. The water was hlus y
silver; the very air was blas
are or mother-of-pelds. INA
sunlight fell on everythip,
glare and without shadow ,s
actly overhead
1T Is almost Ike ItaIyw o,a.
Eva. And this IL Norwayi 1I
ways pictured Norway 10 m,..
being all like RoGDssai, wild ~
rem. with rocky peaks like ina n
dalhorn and the Trolltinder ,,sJ
raging cascades like the Sletts -
this is quite lovely, and 50 spth
] should like TO build a house NJ
live In 1t, and l would call 4
Bower, and keep a whole flock Il
doves; they would look So pst,
Ing in the blue air"
Dear childr" laughed Sir ArAI
1T looks very different In wIntn
pect"
mo doubt different but sta
In winter / should Ike the mi
raging winds, and the roar M
waves OF the ford below nv n
and gray mists would hang owl
Iillsl / can see ii air.
why, you would be frozen" an
the father gravely.
"Oh. no! and I should sit at mn,
ret window dreaming over Dam
Spenser. Do you love Dante and /
sery-
The question was ADDRESSED
Frank. who had listened, soxSy
puzzled ar Eva's FaptuTes and
now a little startled; for, you "a
though he knew Dante by man.
had never even heard Of the poet
ser; only OF Herbert Spenser.
What. do you not know the I
Queen. Una and the Redcross Kl
and Brit0mart: How very stran:
Dear child, what a little fanat'
are over those silly aAegorie'r
papa.
But they are glorious, papa
insisted. Resides, I love al
above all things, and admire ro
kind OF poetry"
"sThe style is so affected! YS
drowned in symbolism!s
1T is the keynote Of the R
sance," Eva protested I'm the u
Elizabeth all the court talked n
high-tlown style And Edmund
ser's images are splendid; they 81
like jewelsr~
BERTHE thought this discourse
too learned. but he kept his opla
himself and made some remark
Dante's Inferno" They were B
time rested and went on again
hill.
my daughter Is half an 'est
said the old gentleman, laughing
Eva laughed. too.
Nay. That is not the truth,
Do not bellevue him. MINT.
hove. Do you know what make
say so? A few years ago. when
but just left school. l and a fey
I knew were perfectly idiot
awhile. We towzled our hai
mops, dressed In fiorSy garme
mops, dressed ia ioppy garn
damask and brocade with EN-
sleeves, and held meetings amO'
selves to talk nonsense about a
sat In attitudes. holding a sumo
a peacock's feather. and We're ps
ridiculous. That Is why papa 81
such things. l am not so sill
But I am stu very fond OF =
and is that so very esthettcf
Frank looked smiiingly at !
est. clear gray eyes, lhid her !
decided voice had an apohgctl
as il she were asking pardoa
little display Of learning. lie
stood that there was nothing
blue-stocking Ia this girl. as
have seemed from her sententio
before, and he was quite veAe
himself for having been comps
confess that he knew nothins
poet Spenser. How stupid sh
think him! +.
But Is was n moment when "
ties Of the scenery had SO be-
them that they moved, as it VIZ
magic circle OF sympathy, III
some unknown law overruie.
latural impulses. something en-
ly swift and ethereally subtle.
AS they climbed the meal
mountain track, or made sno
through the low brrshwood, WI
leaves giistened in the sun 4
ished green needles, ana
hreathed that pure, in'oxici,'
Frank felt as though he han
her qsite a long time, as u
years since he had first seen ne
table d'hote at Dronthjem. 4
Archibald and BERTHE, lingering