Omaha daily bee., 1906-10-07

jaeger fiannels Of that's the way
3f6ftAk you spell emf ana pink teas; 10
e1AAS ley sidewalks; mornings when the
furnace won't work-in fact to all the real
responsibilities Of life. Outside the crows
are cawing DISMAL soundD. The leaves on
the trees are turning beautiful yellows and
reds. last yearning tribute to the power
that created them. The real world is dying.
soon only the husk will be left; at last
will come the pail of snow. even ones tears
will freeze.
hear the shadowy horses, their long names
a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy. with tumult, their eyes
glimmering white;
The north unfoids above them ciInging.
The east her hidden Joy before the morning
break.
The west weeps in pale dew and signs
passing away,
The south is pouring down roses of crimson
o vanity of sleep. hope. dream. endless
The horses. of disaster plunge in the heavy
Beloved, let your eyes half close. and your
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my
breast,
Drowning loves lonely hour in deep twi-
And their tossing names and their tumult-
uous feet.
II you have browsed much ever the poems
of w. B. Yeats, the young Irish enthusiast,
you will very likely have found Michael
Robarts bids his beloved be at peace" May
hap for you also 1t has typiied a mood, a
passing shadow OF fear.
Beauty in winter is subjective; all ones
outer vision is mournful. oh, the cold
walks and drives to get to places? The
hurrying. chilly people! The trees that
blow and bend in the biting winds, and
stand so patiently. stripped OF all their
greennessl A park in winter with all its
sentient memories, is enough to tear the
heart OF an anchorite. I realize perfectly
that there are people who love winter.
wish earnestly that ! were one of them.
To me the creeping GOODNESS is a symbol
of death More easily can love wilder
ness of enemies than one dark winters
day.
Herein comes the gospel of work. There
are no out-of-door distractions to the
senses. One can concentrate ones mind
on music. on pictures. even on clothes.
and warm house, lit with candles and
full of flowers beautiful women and food.
is not beyond the pale. II people at teas
didn't talk they would be delightful; or, II
only few of them talked, and in mellow,
be gathered. I was gazing one afternoon
at a very lovely woman when the thought
suddenly hit me. IF you spent as much
time every day doing vocal work as that
woman does on her Marcel wave you
could master and sing innumerable master
pieces" Query-which has nearly I'M
hinged my mind: Does that woman think
more of her locks than do of my music ??
At last a sort of visional answer fioated
Truthfully. I adore the look OF hair; per-
haps she likes to hear me sing. May we moi
exchange the fruits of effort each to nj
niche in the others spectrum? Amy
way, she hasn't been Marching her hair
for fifteen years. II she had even q
vacuum cap" would be dtsolated OF
powers.)
wish to put on record two very sat
tales indeed. I was told the other day
by a good friend. too referring to tn,
music column, that ! was getting ''talky
talky" and "skittish." 1 stood for "talky
talky" all right. but ''sldttish" Jared m,
oblongata. The wrath of having developed
such a quality in my old age sits with m,
at night. And I am indeed old found &
out two weeks ago when I went to st
|, Paul The ticket which was delivered I,
, me from The Bee office In exchange 10
past laborious early morning lterar,
sprnts there are amazing few musIca
stuffngs In summer) was punched "middI
aged" discovered IL on the Dodge stree
car on the way TO the depot. One fat col
ored woman and two army officers though
cyclone had suddenly struck Middle
aged" and ''skittish" all in one week. Grea
: Christopher! Next.
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I / had as my guest one day this weel
, Miss Hazel Moore OF Council Bluffs. who
; having finished her course with honors, be
comes this winter a member of the facult
or the Gron-Bryant vocal school In chi
l cssn. Madame Bryant and her bizarr
method have caused endless comment
) have been particularly anxious To get