The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-07-31

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among the opal flowers, wound again.
and waited poised, rejecting the tails
man of her will in his perilous eye.
Then came the two years of wandering,
weird life as the beautiful snake charm
er. Holding herself aloof from humani-
ty, in the proud isolation of spirit in
herited from the Scotch father, the
snake had become her companion, had
saved her from the teeth of wild beasts
in many a jungle day. why shouldn't
he save me now?' she cried. ''We shall
sight Malta in an hour. "Malta,'' she
told me of that. 1t was during the row
ing life in India that her beauty had
won the great offer of the hand of the
Lord Jemappes, old as her grandfather.
"Wickeder than my snakes" she cried.
"They bite you out of life quickly. He
would slowly squeeze out the best with
in me-" She had married him. She
was 30 tired then of the crowds and the
toll, poor child, she had married him.
They had wandered to Egypt. to Glib
raltar-where not. The Lord Jemappes
was stationed at Malta now. It was in
Egypt she had finally secured the old
friend "who shall some day free me. l
have never loved" she cried. But our
eyes met.
Right up above the mast the great
round, white moon, with its face upon
the lips of the sky, kissed that sky into
a heaven. And the breath of that kiss
we call moonlight here below.
And the soul at my side, that had
awakened to the call of my W life,
was held apart from me forever.
"Maltai Maltal'' The word rolled
along the deck and snapped the silences
of the gaze of love. Do you know what
it is when "never-forever'' swings
the door to on your soul? The passen-
gers were t%hronging up the companion
way to sight the farfamed island.
Grandly it's rocks arose out of the moon
lit sea, and we began grandly to round
into the harbor hedged with England's
guns, the harbor where the Peninsular
and Oriental steamers stop for five
hours.
II am all ready to go on Shore" the
voice at my side said with all it's old
proud firmness now. "It is probable the
Lord Jemappes will be down to meet
Her voice shook. "He is horrible to look
upon, but he will never die" She laugh
ed wildly then in such utter despair.
"You have given me your promise
that you will mott glanced at the
girdle, and my breath came quick and
hard-''till you see me again.in Malta"
81 have given you my promise" she
said, her voice shaking.
We were standing in now quickly,
and the great Notifications stood ont
against the moon
81 don't understand it, said one of
the passengers, approaching us, level
ing his glass upon the shores white as
day in the southern moonlight. "There
is no national anniversary. Hark!'
A tremendous roll of drums shook
from the shore. Fort st. Elmo ON the
Valetta point answered by the low boom
of a terrible thunder. Fort Manoel over
there and Fort Tigne on Dagut point re-
sponded, echoed far over there in Grand
harbor, where the Mediterranean fleet
rode at anchor. The batteries along the
sea answered to those on the hillside.
On the roll Of the terrible symphony
the iron voice of the minute gun began.
"There is a man-of-war at the dock, -
l said, raising my glass.
"Listenl' cried Caithness, approach
ing us. II feared So" The mans eyes
that had laughed into the light of a
thousand cannon misted.
We were within one minute of our
pier. A few measured beats of the
drum, and the grand strains Of the
dead March" in 'Saul" broke in sub
lime volume, across whose peal and cry
the roll Of the muffied drums and the
steady voice of the minute gun spoke.
We could see now the cortege in slow
movement toward the English man-of-
war-a regiment of infantry, arms at a
carry, bayonets unfixed; a battery of
artillery, the gun carriage with its SOL
emn burden wrapped in the English
flag.
My heart leaped to my throat. I saw
the face of the Lady Jemappes.
SIT is the funeral of General Je-
mappes," some one whispered, glancing
nervously toward our group. "The body
goes to England tonight"
I saw my lady's face, across whose
NAA9ChOoo thO "AhSiCu OAiooioho Aou
like the streaked clouds across the
moons kiss ON the sky. Her hand
reached way over the ships side and
flung with impetuous emotion her girdle
away and away into the curves of
sea. Our eyes met then and Withdrew
not from each other, for a new heaven
and a new earth were unfolding to just
ore man and one woman.
THE EIJD.
The Baireuth fdUiLtry of Wagner.
As affording an insight into the crit.
ical methods of the Baireuth circle, lei
us take as a striking example one of the
most untiring of the bodyguard, Emer.
ich Kastner, who, as the compiler Of {
Wagner catalogue catalogue of writ
ings and musical works by and upon
Richard Wagner-had acquired the rani
and title of great arohivist of Wayne.
rian literature. Kastner introduced Z
new, critical method, based on the mum
Der of beats and the metric measure and
began to measure out the works of Wag
ner as n would a stretch of roadway
or a field, with the intention and con
viction of discovering an unsupported
and highly important principle in art.
By careful computation Kastner found
that "Rienzi" contained s, 1850 beats
the "Flying Dutchman." A, 434; "Tann'
hauser." 4,S3l; "Lohengrin," 5,l29