Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-03-27
CHAPTER I.
A Disseminated Beauty.

people called him all over the country
side. He stood in the farmyar6, look
ing all the warmer this warm day fol
his exertions in finding his niece.
Leone" he cried again and again.
At last the answer came, 81 am here
uncle" and if the first voice startled
one with its loudness, this second was
equally startling from it's music, its
depth, it's pathos.
II am here, uncle" she said. 81
wish you would not shout so loudly
/ am quite sure that the people at
Rashleigh can hear you. What is it
that you Want?"
Have you made up the packets OF
wheat 1 asked you for?" he said.
mo-" she replied, 81 have not
He looked disappointed.
81 shall be late for market" he said
II must do them myself.
He went back into the house without
another WORD. He never reprOached
Leone, let her do what she would.
On Leone's most beautiful face were
evident marks of bad temper, and she
Q4O IOG CcIIS W COACCcl H. w I'LL q
gesture Of Impotence she started for
ward, passed over the farmyard and
went through the gate out into the
lane, from the lane to the high-Toad,
and she stood there leaning over the
white gate, watching the cattle as they
drank from the deep, clear pool.
The sun shone full upon her, ana
the warm, sweet beams never fell on
anything more lovely; the only draw
back to the perfection Of the picture
was this: she DID not look in harmony
with the scene-the quiet English
landscape, the golden corn fields, the
green meadows, the great spreadin e
trees wherein the birds sang, the tail
spire of the little church, the quaint
little town in the distance, the brook
that ran gurgling by.
She looked out of harmony with
them all; she would have been in per-
feet keeping had the background been
of snow-capped mountains and foam
ing cascades. Here she looked out of
place; she was on an English farm;
she wore a plain English dress, yet
she had the magnificent beauty of the
daughters Of sunny Spain. Her beau
ty was of peculiar type-dark, pas
siOnate, and picturesque like that of
the pomegranite, the damask rose or
the passion-fo
There was a world in her face-of
passion, Of genius, of power; a face
&C oh ont Of 7O1o tocs
of farm as stately gradiolus would
be among daisies and buttercups. An
artist looking for a model of some
great queen who had conquered the
world, for some great heroine for
whom men had fought madly and died,
might have chosen her. But in farm
yard! there are no words to tell how
out Of place it was. She stood by the
gate holding the ribbons of her hat
in her hand-beautiful, imperious, de-
ffant-with a power of passion about
her that was perhaps her greatest
characteristic.
She looked round the quiet picture
of country life with unutterable con-
tempt.
eff I could but fly away" she said:
81 would be anything on earth if
could get away from this-I would not
mind what; I would work, teaching,
anything; the dull monotony of this
life is killing me-"
Her face was so expressive that
every emotion was shown on it, every
thought could be read there; the Ian
gPid scorn of the dark eyes, and the
proud curves of the daintily arched
lips, all told of unconcea1ed contempt.
GA farm" she said to herself; ''to
think that when the world is full of
beautiful places, my lot must be cast
on farm. If it had been in a pal
ace, or gypsy's camp-anywher
where I could have tasted life, but a
farm"
The beautiful restless face looked
contemptuously out on the green and
fertile land.
CA farm means chickens running I'M
der ones feet, pigeons whirIing round
ones head, COWS lowing, dogs barking,
no conversation but crops
She stopped suddenly. Coming up
the lane she saw that which had never
gladoened her eyes here before; she
saw a gentleman, handsome and young,
walking caTelessly down the highroad,
and as he drew near, another gentle
man, also handsome, but not quite SO
young, joined him.
They came laughing down the high
road together, but neither of them saw
her until they reached the great elm
tree. The sight of that wondrous
young face, with its rich piquant
beauty, startled them. One passed
her by without word, the other al
most stopped, so entirely was he
charmed by the lovely picture. AS
he passed he raised his hat; her beau
tiful face flushed; she neither smiled
nor bowed in return, but accepted the
salute as a tribute to her beauty. after
the same fashion a queen acknowI-
edges the SaluteS and HOMAGE Of bnr