Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-10-09


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, I remember that she told me you
were looking at her, and that your eyes
magnetized hers.
F'I remember the evening"" said
Leone. sadly, g but do not remember
seeing my lady. 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 a6niable.
Would you like to see her, Leone?'
A sudden fame of passion flashed in
those dark eyes, and then died away.
eyes, I should like just once to see
her. She is very clever, is She not??"
eyes, in a quiet way. She plays
beautifully, and she composes pretty
airs to pretty Words
Leone looked UP with vivid interest
in her face.
"Does she? All, that is greater art
than being able to sing the music an
other has written"
81 do not think so" he replied. eff
YOU are thinking of Lady 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
have the fire of genius, before which
everything grows pale. She Quiets
mans heart You stir every pulse in
it. She soothes one into forgetfulness
of life. You brace and animate and
brighten. You cannot compare the
two characters, Because they are quite
different. You are smiling. What
amuses you?"
NOTHING. I was not amused, Lord
Chandos. I was thinking, and the
thought I smiled over was not anus
ing"
''What was it,"
''I was thinking of how it would be
the same, the end of all; all grace,
gifts and talents; all beauty and gen
ius. I read some lines yesterday that
have haunted me ever since. Shall I
repeat them to you?"
cit is always a great treat to hear
you recite poetry" he replied. 81 shall
be only too delighted"
Her beautiful face grew more beau
tiful and more earnest, as it always
did under the influence of noble words.
Her voice was sweeter than that of a
singing-bird, and stirred every pulse
cited this little poem:
''While roses are so red,
While lilies are SO white,
Shall a woman exalt her face
Because it gives delight?
She's not SO sweet as a rose,
A lily is straighter than she,
And if she we're as red or white,
She'd be but one of the three.
whether she flush in loves summer,
Or in it's winter grow pale,
Whether she flaunt her beauty,
Or hide it in a veil;
Be she red or white,
And stand she erect or bowed,
Time will win the race he runs with
her,
And hide her away in shroud."
Chose 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 shroud."
t'There will be no shroud for the
SOUL" he said
She rose from her seat and looked
round with a weary sigh.
"That is true. After all, nothing |
matters, death ends everything; moth
ing matters except being good and go
ing to heaven"
He smiled half sadly at her.
"Those are grave thoughts for the
most brilliant beauty, the most gifted |
singer, the most popular queen of the
day." he said.
F"The brilliant beauty will be a mere
handful of dust and ashes some day."
she said.
Then Lord Chandos rose from his
seat with shudder.
f'Let us go out into the sunlight" he
said; "the shade under the old cedars
makes you dull. How you have
changed! can remember when you
never had dull thought
Fl can remember when I had no
cause for dull 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 I have
tried to represent the woes of Others %
He glanced at her with sudden in
terest.
(which, of all the characters you
represent, do you PREFER" he asked.
Fl can hardly tell you. I like Norma