The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-05-23

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Isn't it pretty?" demanded Hare
wood. a little disconnected. He hadn't
much voice, but he was fond of music
and proportionateiy soulful when he
sang. Jim Crow being his faVorite
and his limit, he had sung it with
an enthusiasm that set Hides nerves
on edge.
Anyway" he said, 1T isn't as ding
dong as the French songs"
Henriette etait file
Dun baron de renom.
Dune llluStre famille
Etait lie beau Damon,
ii etait fat all tour,
Ellie etait jeune ct belle,
EFT d un parfait amour
lis etaient lie modele.
'I don't know anything to compare
with that for imbecility," he said.
Hide was laughing so gayly that
Scheherazade woke up, cast a re-
proachful glance at them both, and
Hoped off into the garden. This made
Hide laugh the more, and Hardwood,
catching the infection, laughed too,
not knowing exactly why.
We are very ridiculous" said Hide,
gathering up her needlework. Her
cheeks were aglow with delicate color.
her eyes brilliant and fairly dancing
with mirth. After an interval the sud-
den soberness which always follows
laughter soon came upon them. Hide
resumed her sewing and Hardwood
leaned back in his chair watching her,
wistfully.
Dreaming there in the silent room,
where bars of sunlight lay across the
carpet, and drowsy flies buzzed along
the window panes, there came to them
a sense of peace, of Stiffness, of desire
fulfilled. something they had never be-
fore known nor even wished for.
She began speaking to him quite
naturally, indolently occupied with her
needle, now and then raising her head
TO look at him, resting her clear eyes
on his with confidence. Such moments
are rare in life, but they come TO all
at times. when everything seems but
the continuation Of familiar conditions,
long established. an unchanging regi-
me, pleasant, even in tenor, without
trouble, without desire. She told him
of the convent, of the death of her
uncle, of her hopes. her fears. She
spoke of Brittany, of Carhaix, of the
Pardon of the Birds, and of Sainte
Anne dAuray. She painted for him
in quaint phrases the chapel of Nor
Iaix, the coast of st. Gildas. the Ice
landers. ard the blessing of the fleet.
He asked her to sing. and she sang
the lar Vinorez" deliciously.
Carmel,
Carmel
Ma vo ket dimet ar vinorez
Ken vo bet pardon ar Carmel
She told him naively of Ker-Is, that
city punished and submerged because
of the fault of Ahes, daughter of Gard
lon, the king:
GUY a-t-il dams la vile d'Is-si la
deunesse est tellement joyeuse-et 81
j'entends lie biniou."
She recited the Gwerz of Count
Gwerto. and her eyes filed at the mo-
ment of peril.
'.Seigneur Dieu ma file, comment
fora-t-on!' and the reply:
'Allez dams la chambre blanche
pnendre de beauS atouTsr'
All the pathos and mystery of the
Bretonne was in her eyes and voice
as she paused in her sewing and in
toned FOR him the tVespers of st.
20, Verge glorieuse Marier until
he seemed to hear the sea bells tolling
off the cliffs and the long coast swell
washing. rocking. washing, where the
surf curls in a furry of settling silver
sands
There is something more in Brit
tany." he said. vaguely uneasy
something besides the waves and the
bell buoy and the vespers of the sea.
Al Treguier they have a soon. called
Little Madeleine. or Madeleine
''Madelinik." she said, her face light
ing UP with an inperceptible smile.
1T is really a chansonnette for the
mn, with its gay refrain:
..Hol foit. j'y vais:
Hoi foit, je ny vais pas
1t is very easy. monsieur. to see