The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-11-10

MY IOQ case.
Tell Mr.. Ferris. when he returns.
that | may not be back until dinner.
| said. when Hewlett brought the case.
/ selected a four-ounce split bamboo,
pocketed my fly-book and a tin box
Of floating flies for dry fishing. picked
up landing net. and walked away to-
ward the western woodland, whistling.
I had not fished for three weeks, al
though every day went away into
the western woods with rood and creel.
Ferris laughed at my infatuation for
the long pool where the great fish lay
and ieered at me when | returned
evening after evening with no trout.
although the river. except the western
stretch. was full of trout. He had
never come to the POOL should have
seen him from the Silent Land if he
had-but Solomon sneaked after me on
several occasions. Once | caught him
craning his neck and peering into the
bower-our bOWer-and as / did not
care TO have him pilot Ferris thither,
[ hustled him off.
The woods were fragrant and warm
stained by the afternoon sun: the quiet
murmur of the brook came to me from
leafy thickets as I walked, and / heard
the river rushing in the distance and
the summer wind among the pines.
White clouds shimmered in the blue
above. sailing, sailing God knows
where. but they passed across the
azure, one by one, drifting to the
south. and | watched them with the
vague longing that comes to men who
watch white sails at sea.
I had turned my steps toward the
long pool for I had decided to fish
that afternoon. wishing to redeem my
words to Ferris-at least in part; but
as l stepped across the trail ! heard
the sound of wings. and a shadow
glided in front of me toward the for
est 1t was always so from the first
and now, as always. l turned away,
following unquestioningly the Spirit
bird. The noise of the river ceased as
| entered the Silent Land. For an in
slant the gray bird lowered high in
the sunshine. then left me alone.
| threw myself at full length upon
the blossoming bank and waited, chin
on hand. And as l waited. she came
noiseiessly across the moss, so quietly
so silently that l saw her only when
her fingers touched mine.
1T has been a long time" she said
and. Did you Sleep" and when did
you awaken"
Then we asked each other thousand
little questions which are asked when
lovers meet. and we answered as lovers
answer. We spoke of the Spirit-bir
as we always did. wondering. and she
told me how that morning il had tap
ped upon her window as the day
broke.
Rose did not hear it," she said.
but / was already awake and think
ing
Il awoke at sunrise too l said:
for a moment ] thought it was a
H.. IL
So
THE Spirit-bird flies swiftly when
love is dreaming'-that is a very old
proverb of Normandy What shall we
do. Louis-there is so much to do and
so little time in life!-I brought my
lute-ahi you are laughing.
The Lutte is such an fashioned
toy; I didn't know you played. Will
you sing. too. Diane? Something very
old. older than the lutte"
Il learned a. song this morning be-
cause l thought you would care for
it. That is why l dared to bring my
is called 'Tristesse.' "
Then the little maid sat up among
the blossoms and touched the soft
strings. singing:
'.Jai perdu ma force ct ma vie,
Et mes amis ct ma gate:
j al perdu JuSQu' a la flerte
Qui faisait croire mon genie.
Ouand jai connu la Verite
j al cru que cetait une annie:
Ouand je TAI comprise ct semitic,
Jen etais deja degoute.
Et pourtant ellie est eternelle
Eft ceuX qui Sc sOnt passes d ellie
Ici-bas ont tout ignore.
Dieu parle. il faut qu'on Iui reponde:
lie seul bien qui me reste au monde
Est d'avoir quelquefois pleure.
That is ALL" said the little maid
Sing, Diane" / said, but l scarcely
heard my own voice.
She laughed and bent above me with
a graceful gesture. Not that" she
said, for you at least are not sad
There is a chansonette-shall | sing
again?-then be very still, here at my
feet. Do you not think my lutte is
sweet?"
'Je voudrais pour moi quill fut toujours
Eft tourner la tete
AUX plus orgueilleuX:
Etre en- meme temps de glace ct de
famine.
La haine dams Fame.
L'amour dams les yeux."
You, D;ane?" / whispered: but she
smiled. and the mystery of love yelled
her dark eyes; and she sang:
"Je ne voudrais pas a Ia contredanse,
Sans quelque prudence
s. Livrer mon bras nu
Puts, au cotillion, laisser ma main blanche
Trainer sur la manche
Du premier venu."
Isl mon fin corset. ST souple ct 81 juste,
Dun bras trop robuste
Sc sentait serre,
j aurais, je iavoue. une peur m0rtell8
Quinn bout de dentelle
Men fut dechire."
She looked at me with soft. unfath
ENABLE eyes and touched the lutte.
When I moved she started from her
reverie with a gay little nod to me-
Loiseau de passage
Qui vole a plein occur
Ne dort pas en- Fair CONNIE une hirondelle,
1T peut, dun coup d ale
Briser une fleur!
Sing" 1 said in a changed voice
have sung" she said, and laid
her lutte I'm my hands. But knew
nothing of minstrelsy and lay silent,
idly touching the strings.
She had fashioned for her fair head
a wreath of sweet-fern twined with
clustered buds, white as snow and
family perfumed
so l am crowned" she said. "a
princess in the Silent Land Where I
step all things green shall flourish;
where | turn my eyes. blossoms shall
open in the summer wind-am | not
queen?"