Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-28

as contrasted with the winters night about him,
here the perfect light of a summers day
Now he could mark clearly the colors of the col
11mns: red at the base, green in the middle part,
light yellow toward the zenith. Now too the flames
SCARED with vigors in their courses to the skies
The watcher fascinated by the marvellous
transparency of the co1ors, their immaculate,
earthly purity. The red clear, ruby red, chan
nes of living blood. The green like molten
emeralds, the yellow like dream of gold.
Morton lowered his eyes from the sublinty of
the spectacle and lol all the world was glowing
with an eager magical light. Far in the distance
a stretch of open water showed black as JET
startling contrast to the snowy plain of ice that
elsewhere bound the sea. And everywhere every
thing was family tremulous, as in universe of
illusion Mortons soul cried out in vague desire
at the beauty that encompassed him. longing
he could not interpret mastered him, longing
that was tragical in its intensity, its tutl1ty.
He remembered the girls face, and drew it from
his pocket There in the desoation of the Ant
arctic world, beneath the splendors of the aurora,
he stared at the laughing face of the girl The
eyes looked into his, and in them he tanc1ed he
caught a tiny glimpse of her soul The pouting
lips-did they move never so little, in whisper
promise to his prayer? Solitary, he remained gaz-
ing at the portrait. She thousands and thou
sands of miles away from him, unknown to him in
fact, as was he to her Yet somehow in that
strange moment, he felt his soul near to hers.
MY sweetheart' he whispered.
Slowly, reluctantly, tenderly, tie corona faded,
the vast arch dissolved and returned into mystery
the streamers flowed shorter way, at inter-
walls The winters night grew again the scene,
and dominated it.
Morton as he restored the portrait to his pocket,
was registering a vow: IN find that girl, if |
have to hunt for her the whole world. My
sweetheart"
Morton, from the doorway of the ballroom,
SURVEYED the gay scene hungrily The apartment
was thronged brilliant with the robes and jewels
of the women, contrasted against the black uniform
of the men, 1t sight to delight the lover of
feminine beauty, for here beauty
in abundance. Yet Morton's eyes
troubled as they roved the assembly. h H
Then presently he uttered a sigh of relief.
His gaze had found and remained fixed
on a tall fair girl who Waiting His
heart thrilled at the 1.-THE grace of her
motion
And how beautiful she was No
wonder he loved her. Had ever another
woman a blond loneliness SO perfect, SO
enthrallng? Blond she indeed,
blond with a hint of insipdity.
The mass of golden hair shone with the
lusters of the and with the suns
life. The great blue eyes were
gentle, vivid changing, luminous, mag
netic The dainty mouth, full-lpped
mesh of curves, all scarlet tender
ness. The exquisite form, its every line
a new grace exhaled the soft vivacity
of dawning womanhood And this girl
possessed the final charm of the actual.
She creature of illusion, like
the dream woman Isabel
Laura Dearborn! The he
whispered itself poem to Morton,
because he so loved her They had met
within the month here in London.
Since their introduction, Morton had
seen her less than half dozen times, -
yet he was in love with her irrevocably,