Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-11-09
s. Ochlai, removed to Beretania 81
near Maunakea. 1881

mentioned the room in her will that
was dated thirty years ago, however.
Don't excite yourself. Dolly"--as she
hurried past him on the stairs. and held
out her hand for the keys. "Thcre'll
be nothing her but a few old papers
and portraits, you may be sure. |
fancy she was little odd"
The paddock was easily fitted with
4 key; the wards worked smoothly. In
another minute Dorothy. gathering M
her dainty pink muslin skirts in both
hands, rushed into the room. The
rector. delaying on the landing to &C.
cure his bunch OF keys, heard her sud.
den cry of delight, and followed her
with Qulckening pulse. So there was
something, after all.
/ He found his sister.in.law standing
before the big gable wall of the attic.
staring ut some obiect--a sort of bright
curtain or picture apparently-that
covered It. The rector stopped and
stared also, in astonished silence.
On the wall was a breaking wave,
full eight feet high. backed by flaming
western clouds-an unspeakaby glor.
ious riot Of translucent blues and
greens and opals. shot through with
sunset fire and gold. The bursting
foam seemed ready to leap across the
room; green lights glowed behind the
thunderous mass OF storm.driven wat.
GftnIrfff gfnn1yaI nj
crest In competition, in drawing and
In Technique, II violated half.a.dozen
canons OF art Yet the life and spirit
Of the work, the wind In the sky, the
wild freedom OF the whole design, and
above all the superb spendor of its
coloriuG, were nothing short Of marvel.
GUS. There In lonely Lisnabeg, empty
OF learning, art or ambition, stripped
bare OF every rag Of beauty by a chill
furitanism welded to an unkindly
climate, such sight was a very mir.
acle. Art In the hands of true artist
rs always. though repeated every day.
Dorothy Gordon the artist knew this:
yet she was intensely excited over her
discovery. and utterly amazed VIVA;
was the material of this wonderful
work. She sprang forward to examine
II more closely.
81 must see what it Is" she said ea.;.
'erly. 1T seems to be some kind of
mosaic Why, Edward, II Is beads"
Beads? ,Impossible!"
But II is. The tiniest beads you
ever saw-not nearly as large as pins
leads. And such beautiful beads, too
they are like little jewels. Edward,
where do you suppose this came from?
It's masterpiece. Is It some kind of
Gobelin tapestry one hadn't heard of,
or what?"
my dear-I think Miss Silver mus,
have made 1t. IL isn't finished, II you
Icok. And she-she has left the bead,
all about the room, sorted into thes.
cups. And that big kitchen table was
evidently where she laid II when she
was working. IL is very wonderful"
Wonderful! | should think so. My
good Edward. you don't scent to know
that you, or your predecessors have
had genius, real one, in this cot.
tage all these years But she must
have been hundred! What patience!"
She was over sixty. believe 1t Is
thirty years since she began to seclude
herself here" said the rector, looking
at the picture with good deal of cur
iosity. He was not at all artistic but
the immensely OF the labor appealed to
him.
Thirty years." said Dorothy. She
was eight-and.twenty herself, She had
lived every hour of her life; she had
seen strange countries and alien races;
she had drunk of the intoxicating
draught of London life and its bright
est and best, spiced with the strong
wine of success, and poured into the
golden goblet Of happy youth. She
had had life, and beauty. and love, and
fame. And here, on this whtewashed
bttic wall before her, were stretched
those eight'and.twenty years, and
more, cut from another woman's eX. |
istence. This had been Miss Silyer's |
life.
Dorothy Gordon was a modern wo.
man, and never cried; but her eyes |
were very dim as she turned away from
the glowing gable wall and said with |
an undisguised culver in her voice:
III any one had known But how
could any one know, here? Edward,
10 you think the poor soul was happy?'