Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1905-05-06
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NEWS IN A NUTS
The IncominEs and Outgoing
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the News staff OF Reporter
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Miss Bessie Mclean was thc en- attitude
Hiss Jane Keats on Sunday. an eyend;
Miss Harriet Aldrich, Of Mice. a mag
nifcent resignation What were such
looks TO her?
She had a quiet manner, in century
when manners, as rule, are not quiet
are. perhaps, indeed hardly manners at /
ala slow way of speaking, and that
type of beauty which is so delicate that /
it seems cold. 1t was impossible to inn
agine any vulgar passion rutiling the |
exquisite serenity of her features She |
was always serene. always, in a sense, |
gracious and graceful. She was not, pos |
sibly. amusing. but then that would |
have been out Of drawing for her. She |
never laughed, she seldom smiled. She !
had a way of lifting her eyebrows when |
people made Jokes in her presence which |
was so indescribablv disconcerting that |
the ofTense was never repeated. Not that |
her look suggested anger-far from it. |
1t held, however, n mild but measureless |
wonder at the absurdity of human ma
ture which would have CALLED rock.
People called her stupid but that was
merely illnature 1t was not her meter
to be brilliant. She had been a beauty
ever since she could remember. She pro-
vided the world with something to look
at-something emphaticalN worth look
ing at-and she suffered their regard
with silence which Just missed being
contemptuous, as it did tonight
The play was @Oin" on but she did not
look at the stage. She had seen it be-
fore. She did not know why she had
come. unless it had been-yes that was
it. She wanted to think, to mediate, to
understand. before Tomorrow it
would be too late to understand.
Tomorrow it would all be different
The pedestal would be empty-her ped
estal, from which she looked down I'M
smilingly upon the homage of an admir-
ing world. She breathed shade more
quickly, and the diamonds at her throat
made sudden glitter of fire. She was
so tired of it all-so terribly, deadly
tired; and tomorrow she would be free.
A little shop girl in the pit was
looking up at her with round, childish
eyes of admiration, and trying to make
out how her hair was done. How beau
tiful she was, this white goddess, with
her pale, lovely face, and her aureole of
diamonds! How heavenly. to be like her.
beautiful and happy
Tomorrow, her thought went on, she
would be free. This was, in a sense, the
last night of her life-the life that had
been hers until now. 1t had been
happy life, according to most peoples
ideas of happiness-the little shop girls
eyes were still upon her!-it had, most
certainly, been prosperous, successful
even dazzling i'll its success. Everybody
envied her, she knew With a SILVER.
she realized, as she sat there, how little
she was to be enyied if they had under
stood
And now she was going to throw it
| all to the winds-this good fortune, this
success which was boring her to death.
| She was going to be alive instead of a
white goddess on a pedestal. She was
/ going to descend from her pedestal for
/ ever and find humanity-in the mud,
/ perhaps. She smiled family, a little,
scoInful smile. Oh, she was not Il fool
/ she understood.
She sat motionleSs, and her eyes fell
/ on the stage. The play was going on
/ L was an ireiiably stupid t,lav The
/ hero was Just making love to the hero
inc, and talking the most supreme non
/ seuse-the usual nonsense. A faint SEN
,ation of wonder seized her as she
/ thought of all the people in this great
| building who were sitting watching So
stupid scene.
1t was stupid. of course. The duke
/ had once-but that was long ago She
/ had snubbed him gently, she remembered.
/ She had married him, and that was quite
enough. She was not going to submit
to being made love to as well. Besides,
! his love making did not interest her in
the least.
And yet now. for St. Charles sake
her diamonds flashed again-for St
! Charles sake she was going to step
/ down from the pedestal. II was very
. curious. for until a few days ago she had
/ rot taken much notice of st. Charles
He was clever, she knew; and she did
not care for clever men, nor they for her
She bad listened once or twice when 10
was talking and had wondered at h5
animation, his earnestness, in a world
. where it really did not seem Of much use
to be earnest He had appeared to be
I enthusiastic and enthusiasm bored her
She had remembered thinking what a
very eXhausting young man he was
Thcn-that evening. She paused in
her meditations and tried to remember
how il had happened She was forced to
confess that she did not know. He had
taken her by surprise. ne had frightened
her, and bewiidered her, and-yes-fas-
cinated her That was the word. He
was so terribly in earnest. 50 terribly
alive, ana human. and-of course-so
madly in love with her The duke. well.
this was quite different from the duke.
The white goddess, on her pedestal.
looked down and trembled with a vague
unrest
And then. quite suddenly. it came-the
revolt, the inevitable revolt from this
frozen. unnatural life which she had
lived for 80 long: the desire for freedom.
for that freedom which had never been
hers. She remembered once seeing lark
in cage beating passionate wings
against the bars. For moment she
nnder.fnnd the mad hind lnn1,in., .f -