Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-06-07

things" And then, as soon as it had
gone from him. he thought 1t was not a
clever remark and wished ii back.
Before Lyndall replied EN- looked in
at the door.
"Oh, Gomez she said. They are go
ing to have the cushion dance. | do
not want TO kiss any Of these fellows.
Take me quickly"
She slipped her hand into Gregory's
arm.
at is so dusty, EN-. Do you care to
dance any moreY he asked without
rising.
ooh, do not mind the dust and the
dancing rests me-"
But he did not move.
81 feel tired. l do not think shall
dance again." he said.
En- withdrew her hand. and n young
farmer came to the door and bore her
off
al have often imagined"- remarked
Gregory. but Lyndall had risen.
81 am tired" she said. Il wonder
where Waldo Is. He must take me
TIL morning. / suppose. 1t is 8 al
ready"
She made her way past the fiddlers
and n bench full OF tired dancers and
passed out at the front door. On the
"stoep" a group of men and boys were
smoking, peeping In at the windows
and cracking coarse jokes. Waldo was
certainly not among them, and she
made her way to the carts and wagons
drawn up at some distance from the
homestead.
Waldo" she said, peering into a
large cart, ''is that you? l am so dazed
with the tallow candles l see nothing" ."
He had made himself a place be-
tween the two seats. She climbed up
and sat on the sloping floor in front.
Il thought l should find you here, "
she said. drawing her skirt up about
her shoulders. You must take me
home presently, but not now."
She leaned her head on the seat near
to his, and they listened in silence TO
the night wind bore 1t from the farm
house and to the ceaseless thud Of the
dancers and the peals Of gross laugh
ter. She stretched out her little hand
to feel for his.
1T is so nice TO lie here and hear that
noise" she said. 81 like to feel that
strange life beating up against me.
like to realize forms Of life utterly un-
like mine" She drew a long breath.
when my own life feels small and
am oppressed with it, like to crush to-
gether and see 1t in a picture, in an
instant, a multitude of disconnected
unlike phases of human life-a me-
diaeval monk with his string of beads
pacing the quiet orchard and looking
up from the grass at his feet to the
heavy fruit trees; little Malay boys
playing naked on shining seabeach;
a Hindoo philosopher alone under his
banyan tree, thinking, thinking, think
ing, so that In the thought Of God he
may lose himself; a troop Of Bacchana-
lians dressed in white, with crowns of
vine leaves, dancing along the Roman
streets; n martyr on the night of his
death looking through the narrow win
low to the sky and feeling that already
he has the wings that shall bear him
up" (she moved her hand dreamily
over her face; ''an epicurean discours-
ing at a Roman bath to knot of his
disciples on the nature Of happiness;
q Kaffir witch doctor seeking for herbs
by moonlight, while from the huts on
the hillside come the sound OF dogs
barking and the voices of women and
children; II mother giving bread and
milk to her children in little wooden
basins and singing the evening song
| like to see it all. | feel 1t run
through me- That life belongs to me,
1t makes my little life large. 1t breaks
down the narrow walls that shut me
in"
She sighed and drew a long breath.
Have you made any planp she
asked him presently.
Yes" he said, the words coming In
Jets, with pauses between; 81 will take
the gray mare. | will travel first. i
will see the world Then | will find
work"
what workY
81 do not know"
She made a little impatient move
ment.
"That is no plan-travel, see the
world, find work! If you go into the
world aimless, without definite oh
ject, dreaming, dreaming, you will be
definitely defeated, bamboozled, knock
ed this way and that. In the end you
will stand with your beautiful life all
spent and nothing to show. They talk
of genius. 1t is nothing but this-that
a man knows what he can do best and
does 1t and nothing else. Waldo" she
said, knitting her little fingers closer
among his, 81 wish | could help you.
wish | could make you see that you
must decide what you will be and do
1t does not matter what you choose
Be a farmer, business man, artist
what you Will, but know your aim and
live for that one thing. We have only
one life. The secret of success Is con
centration. Wherever there has been
n great life or n great work, that mas
gone before. Taste everything little
look at everythingJa little, but live FOL
one thing. Anything is possible to Il
man who knows his end and moves
straight for 1t, and for 1t alone. / VIII
show you what | mean," she said con
cisely. Words are gas till you con
dense them into pictures.
Suppose n woman, young, friendles'
as / am, the weakest thing on Gods
earth. But she must make her way
through life. What she would be she
cannot be because she Is woman, sc
she looks carefully at herself and the
world about her to see where her patti
must be made. There Is no one to hell
her. She must help herself. She looks
These things she has-a sweet voice
rich In subtle intonations; fair, very
fair face, with n power OF concentrate
ing In itself and giving expression tc
feelings that otherwise must have been
dlssipated In words; II rare power oi
entering into other lives unlike hei
own and intultively reading then
Alright. These qualities she has. How
shall she use themf
"A poet Il writer, needs only the men
tai. What use has he for beautiiu
body that registers clearly mental emo
tions? And the painter wants an eye
for form and color, and the musician
an ear for time and tune, and the mere
drudge has no need for mental gifts
But there is one art in which all she
has would be used, for which they are
all necessary-the delicate, expressive
body, the rich voice, the power OF
mental transposition. The actor, whC