The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1901-10-10
THE TAN0LE.
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By Mary L. Pendered.

LISON SOisH Wus wondering wnetn-
"a er she might not be able TO slip
away without offending her hostess,
when n voice said: "Miss Cole. may
J Introduce Mrs. Kypaston to your"
and In moment she was face 10 face
with the one woman In the world she
most desired To avoid. IL had come
upon her so suddenly that she almost
lost her presence Of mind, and leap
Of color dyed her face 30 richly
that she was painfully aware of H..
The strange futter of her heart and
the mist In her eyes prevented her
for "a second from either seeing or
hearing distinctly the individual who
was smiling and speaking to hcr-a
tall, plump woman Of middle nge, we'll
dressed, comcly. with soft, shining
eyes and pretty teeth.
II have long wished TO know you.
Miss Cole" she was saying, "for !
have heard so much about you, and ]
love your pictures so we'll"
"You are very kind" Alison mur-
mmu! She had me, her at Inst. after
rs years.
Yes: Il was IL years since she had
played, with James Kynaston, In the
commonest Of all tragedies, where
love In the hero, circumstance the VII
Iian. conscience the stalking specter.
II seemed long while--i5 years
when she Ind passed through Heaven
and hell In ak months, entering with
wings and coming out strange chrys-
alis that was still alive and able Ia
notice vaguely the other curious.
wingless things about II. That state
had not lasted either. She had moved,
rrawied, walked and learned tn feel
again. looking back ON the past ns on
u previous incarnation, with but a
faint sense of identity. Nova great
cloud of time WINS lifted; the Old days
were painted before her In "a sudden
glare Of light. She shrank and trem'
bied.
"you cant think what pleasure you
have given me over and over again.
Mrs. Kynaston went on. gnzing with
frank admiration Mt the pnling face IN
front Of her: "those two last pictures
of yours In the Academy--The Way II
and The Way Out--nre my favoritcs oi
all. They are exquisite! The expires
sion Of the womnn's eyes In the ons
where her lover IL seen going awn,
In the distance haunted me for days
How can you put such pnthos ant
life into mere paint and canvas? II Il
wonderful! hut I do not marvel ~
much now that ! have seen you"
Her eyes begged u question, bu
Alison could not ask u. She coul,
only mutter: 1T is very nice OF you.
Mrs. Kynaston, smiling swectly, con
tinucd:
'Your face tells me plainly that yo'
know what suffering II, and that yo'
nre fun of sympathy for those witt
suffer. Am ] not right
lit IN n question of art, yo'
know" faltcred Miss Cole, trying no
"a meet the earnest eyes fixed on her
"And heart. But II is all amazing
have so often loneed to be clever.
"Ncycr do that" Alison exclaimed
impetuousiy, eddine. In u lower key
"Iclieve me, Il IL undesirable"
undesirable! To he clever. Yo
cannot mean II, Miss Cole. ! woul
give the world to have your geniui
your brain. They wtnld have brough
me good deal of happiness that
ha,c missed. I,u, you will not undel
stand can't explain
Nilsson felt cold. The woman
voice. warm and sweet ms II was, ha
become stabbing pain To her; !,
notc OF sadness wrung her hear
When she spoke again her voice WI
husky.
"you are, fear. under u delusion
she snid. "rhe clever and tnlents
woman II one of natures mistake
Z q frcnk that had better, perhaps,
strnngled nj her birth. Too ofts
she misses all TINT is worth havsr
In life. For the simple. ordinary W
man The feast IL spread. eyerythir
N prepared. Her notes are all 40
and low. In harmony with the morn,
\ hey; the melody Of her fate flows ca
~. II Il otherwise with the woml
Who Nnds herself pitched too hil
far ne upuaI voice."
'sYou mean that sl,e seldom mn
ric~ happily; thrt. us W few men ~
hev nuprriers. she rarely meets oi
who ran dominate her. ~ husbal
ehuu)d. I have often though Of that
woa ~ quick reply.
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