CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1903-10-22

tnen II ne lsni urrt IA pay rue nuGie
myself Let's have now the dance of
the Little Vol. I'll whistle. Well.
whoever at the end shall stand alone
in the center must tell a very fine
story II must lie Of love. 1t must be
like play aud 1t must be true"
At this every obe laughed .'M'sieu'
Medallion is SO droll." they said.
'The dance OF the Little Wolf and
then a true story of love. Certainly
Asieu' Medallion Is amusing"
They all came to their feet, eager
for the dance. keen to see on whom
the mantle of romance would fan
Hand IN hand. with tripping step. they
wound in and out Of the rooms. Medal
lion standing in the center of the floor.
having changed bis whistling to a sing
song kind OF chant The long. waving.
loving line linking like chains. curv-
Ing into circles, parting, joining again
arst slowly. then faster and faster.
now suddenly in a pretty column back
and forth. the men together. then the
womep-nnshing eyes. waving black
hair. the warm breath Of youth filling
the room with an ecstasy wherein ev-
cry little care and alarm Of life was
swallowed up. and at last there came
q sudden moment of confusion. the
hurly burly OF laughter and sweet af-
fright or contentment. as the hazard
OF the dance grew. Presently all part
I'd, and Marie stood alone in the cen
ter Of The door. with Antoine on one
side not far and Alphonse on the other.
There were laughter and a storm Of
clapping. Marie! Marier" they all
cried. The story. The true love
story
Antoine ran bis fingers through his
hair shook the little gold rings in his
ears and grinned at Marie. then at
Babette. Alphonse was nervous. and
his eyes had q kind of wild hunger as
he looked nt Marie.
Marie glanced round the room. smil
Ing nairely. gave Aiphonse a quick
sidelong glance of torturing coquetry
and then caught Medaliion's eyes He
was looking at ber with a whimsical.
suggestive smile. She flashed one back
All al once something defiant swept
over her face. wave Of emotion
which seemed to lift her all at once
into an atmosphere apart from them
all. independent OF them all. Some in
herent dramatic strain In her master
ed her for the moment. She was alive
to her finger tips She stepped back
little from Alphonse and Antoine
They drew away on either side but
Medallion folded his arms and watched
her from under his bushy brows stead
ny. kindly
THE story. the story Marier' they
called
The moment before Marie was los,
to everything around her. Now she
was back again. conscious of their
presence, but still in the atmosphere
where her inspiration was born. A
smile too brilliant. too airy. played on
her lips. Her voice had feverish
hghtness- Her eyes, though, were
burning with look hard to read
81 will tell you a wonderful. beauti,
full. dreadful story" she said.
-once upon a time--at this they all
pcated very lightly. "there was girl.
and she thought herself beautiful She
used to dream Of a great prince who
would come one day and tell her that
his houses. his lands and all the riches
Of his Kingdom were for her. She only
hved In cottage in . village. but that
didn matter. She a tiny car.
ole. and she had only little Indian
pony to take her TO mass and to mar
ket. but that didn't matter, She was
woman, and n woman is like bird
she has wings, and she flies where she
will in the dreams OF the night and in
the quick hours OF the day, when her
hands work and her tongue Is busy.
man may sioop. but woman always
soars-till Inan breaks her heart
"And 80 this girl watched for her
prince. and when the mist was sweet
and flashed in the violet light of sum
that wfy, and when all the fields were
white with snow in winter and all the
world was waiting like the girl he did
not come that way.
"And since he did not come to her
she would go TO him. So one morning
she allied a bag with meat and honey
and dried fruits, and she put on her
thickest mittens and her little fur cap
and her great coat Of dogskin fur aud
. woolen cloud about her throat, under
which was the little gold broocl given
her by her mother. which she would
wear before the prince when she found
him that he should see she was born
for the fine things Of this world. She
had braided a hand with a bow and
arrow on one moccasin and aand
with a sword upon the other. She
started forth all alone. She Travelled
on and on through thick woods and
the wild hills and over plains, and
when the wind blew hard she laughed
back Mt them. and when at night some