The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1900-04-18
TIE Scarlet Spider.
Whether They Slated In Winter or
Swung In Hammock In Sum-
mer, They We're Caught
In Its Web.
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Love, the scarlet spider, will in n
night hang between two that have been
apart web too fine for either to see,
but the strength of both viii never be
able to break it."
! Who was he? She hardly knew. A
| partner. She thought of him as moth
Ing else. All the women were given
partners as matter of course.
Dick" their host had said, will you
have the goodness to look after my
niece, Miss Blynn? Edith, let me pre-
sent Mr.. Kirkland" They bowed.
They could not we'll see one another s
face there in the starlight, 1t was a
| skating party at Lake Geneva, Wis,
and two big companies had come down
for week of winter sports, throwing
open the houses which ordinarily knew
the sound of human voices only in the
summer time. The two parties met the
first evening after dinner on the ice. 1t
was cloudy, with riffs of indigo where
gusty, cold wind from the west. Now
the ice looked bright A silver ribbon
would appear to stretch itself out way
eringly, now 1t was shadowy and mys-
terious.
Miss Blynn held out her hand auto
matically TO the man to whom she had
been introduced.
Oh ~ 4
indlnerently. $50 are mine Let us
skate rather slowly with a long
sweep"
A band began to play in the boat
house by the shore.
Il didn't know we were to have mu-
sic. 1t is waltz. Now l am ready,
Mr.. Kirkland"
He took her mittened hand In his
firm grasp. They moved slowly and
easily down the cleaning floor. They
crossed the silver ribbon and entered
the shadows.
I'VE shall presently be out of sound
of the music" protested Miss Blynn
gently. Not that she cared; she and
her new companion were moving along
Win perfect rhythm.
Perhaps IL we listen hard we shall
hear the music of the Spheres" he
said.
1.-THE shadows are black" she re-
marked, "and the wind Is cold. After
all this Is too serious for pleasure. 1t is
hard to be frivolous In place like this.
See how forbIddlng the trees look on
l.. q.
acing the sky is. This II q sermon
this winter nlght-or 1t l. II tragedy.
Let us go back TO the house Were the
lights are burning"
There is fire I'm the boathouse.
heard your uncle say coffee was to be
served there. But IL you are too much
oppressed ! wish you would listen to
the tragedy little longer"
Listen TO 1t? | look at it. 1t Is a
tragedy for the eyes, not for the ears"
They swung along together with fine
momentum. They were conscious of
their youth aud strength and vigor
Miss Blynn gave voice to her thoughts
In an indirect fashion.
Some people," she said, ARE old and
IL the winter will never pass
They both laughed at this--it made
a harmonious but startling duet, that
laughter, and II echoed from the wood
ed shore
Some people," he responded, ''go to
winter and drag him out OF his den,
and shake him out of his sulks and
make him dance like trained, bear"
They laughed again, though neither Of
them had been witty.
Il have been skating with you an
hour" said he Mt length, land l have
not an idea of how you look"
Il have been skating with you an
hour" she retorted, "and / do not
know whether you have red curls or
black elf locks"
Come to the boathousc," he suggest
ed, ''and see."
they went In where the fire cracked
and where their friends stood In groups
drinking coffee and chatting. He undid
his cap with its ear laps; she united
her scarlet velvet hood. What she be.
held was young man of "a or Is, with
deep set grny eyes, n dark skin, dark
hair, heavy brows, a smooth face and n
large sensitive mouth.
What he beheld was a woman with
snow white skin, black eyes, melan-
choly and timid In their expression; a
high brow, abundant dark hair and n
mouth that, essentially serious, broke
into unexpected Illuminating smiles.
1T would be rude OF me to say what
service the light has done me-" he
said stupidity.
The light has told me number of
things she responded daringly.
"What?' he importuned.
THAT you have been a student. low
ing solitude; that you are melancholy
oftener than you are merry, and that
You like good book better than a
good friend"
mo, no. not the lastps