Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1899-10-12

question:
What is Lady Marion like?"
"Did you not see her." he replied, ION
the first eveing we were at the opera?
She was by my side, and you saw me.
Nay, remember that she told me you
were looking at her, and that your eyes
magnetized hers.
81 remember the evening"" said
Leone, sadly, but do not remember
seeing my .ady. II saw nothing but
you. Tell me what she is like. Is she
very beautiful" she asked, and the
tone Of her voice was very wistful.
Eyes; she is queenly," he replied
she Is very quiet, gentle, and amiable.
7ould you like to see her, Leone?"
4 sudden flame OF passion flashed in
y Sc dark eyes, and then died away.
Yes, should like just once to see
mar. She is very clever, is she not?"
"i s, in quiet way. She plays
beautifully, and she composes pretty
airs TO pretty words"
Leoye looked up with vivid interest
In her Il ce.
does gle? All, that is greater art
than hetstn rs9.. 10 sing the music an
other has written.
'F1 do not think 50, he replied. of
you ore thinking OF L,dy Marion in
comparison with yourself, there is no
comparison; it is like moonlight and
sunlight, water and wine. She has
the grace and calm of repose. You
/ he re xanirc Gafnra in1,
everything grows pale. She quiets a
mans heart. You stir every pulse in
1t. She soothes one into forgetfulness
II life. You n ~ and animate and
| hi Ia cannot compare the
.-.aacters, because they are quite
uinerent You are smiling. What
amuses you?"
Nothing. I was not amused, Lord
Chandos. / was thinking, and the
thought | smiled over was not anus
ing"
"What was IT."
81 was thinking OF how 1t would be
the same, the end OF all; all grace,
gifts and talents; all beauty and gem
iCs. read some lines yesterday that
have haunted me ever since. Shall |
repeat them to your"
at is always great treat to hear
you recite poetry" he replied Il shall
be only too delighted"
Her beautiful face grew more beau
tful and more earnest, as 1t always
did under the influence of noble words.
Her voice was sweeter than that of a
singing-bird, and stirred every pulse
in the heart OF the listener as she re-
cited this little poem:
while roses are so red
While lilies are so white,
Shall n woman eXalt her face
Because 1t gives delight?
She's not SO sweet as rose,
A lily Is straighter than She
And II she were as red or white,
Shed be but one of the three.
whether she flush In loves summer,
Or in its winter grow pale,
Whether she tlaunt her beauty,
Or hide 1t In veil;
Be she red or white,
And stand she erect or bowed,
limo will win the race he runs with |
her,
And hide her away In shroud."
"Those words took my fancy, Lord
Chandos," continued Leone; they are
SO true so terribly true. All grace and
beauty will be hidden away some day
In a shroud."
"There will be no shroud for the
soul" he said
She rose from her seat and looked |
round with weary sigh.
"That is true. After all, nothing
IN tters, death ends everything; moth
ing matters except being good and go
ing to heaven"
He smiled half sadly at her
"rhose are grave thoughts for the
most brilliant beauty, the most gifted
singer, the most popular queen OF the
day" he said.
"rho brilliant beauty will be a mere
handful of dust and ashes some day."
she said.
Then Lord Chandos lose from his
seat with shudder.
Let us go out into the sunligh he
said; the shade under the old Cedars
makes you dull. How you have
changed! can remember when you
never had dull thought"
Il can remember when had no
cause for duh thoughts" she answered.
Then, fanCying that the words implied !
some little reproach to him, she con
tinued, hastily: "My soul has grown !
larger, and the larger ones soul the
more one suffers. | have understood |
more Of human nature since have
tried to represent the woes OF others
lie glanced at her with sudden in
terest
(which, of all the characters you
represent do You profer?" he asked
II can hardly tell you. I like Norma
very much tho stately, proud, loving
woman, who has struggled so much
with her pride, with her sense of duty,