Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1908-03-19

woong. In Bakersville phraseology he rushed" An.
mabel but hesitated for months on the brink O., COM
hitting himself. At the psychic juncture when I'm
wise Mrs. Wyatt had begun boast of Gus's atten-
tions to her daughter her more astue niece showed
sudden Indifference and began to play Ed Davs'
against him. This piqued Gus into determining to
master the situation; and successful were his 81,
forts that the Behman Supply Company was hence
forth to have the privilege of settling pretty Anna
bells bls--by limited.
They had chosen New York for their wedding four
ney. and Mrs. Wyatt was going to town for her
daughters FIRST appearance, they generously permitted
her to accompany them.
"It'll be comforting TO know there's somebody from
Bakersvile to take my last words in case there's a
wreck" said the good soul. Madeline has sent US
tickets for the first night. She is appearing In q
stage version CT 'Hypatia'"
Il haven't had much chance TO talk with Madeline
yet" said Mrs. Wyatt when the usher showed her to
the seats where the Behmans were already Installed
Il suppose she asked ali about the wedding?" Dues
toned Annabel complacently
She busy. guess that's why she forgot"
apologlzed the mother.
How does she look2"
We'll, don't think New York clothes are becom.
ing to her, they awfully plain I've sent her 4
good allowance. but I guess Mrs. Gilverys poor
manager. None Of the childs frocks have much trim
ming; must touch them up bit. Some embroidered
grapes down the front of her best dress would hep
it wonderfully"
The curtain street scene in Alexandria,
with all the fahfulness of detail and lavish perfec-
ton Of setting which mark the of stage craft
Pupils, philosophers and followers thronged the mar
BILE steps Of the lecture-room discussing in frag
mentary fashion the tension between governor and
bishop while they waited in growing impotence for
the coming of their divinity
Mrs. Wyatt conscious OF overwhelming sick
ening disappointment as her daughter came on the
stage. Surely leading lady she ought to be priv
ileged to fine clothes and a curly brown wig
and oh, heavens. was she nearly bareiooted?
But the trained metropolitan eye at a glance
the etcd glory OF red hair the queenly poise Of the
small head the Parian whiteness of the throat and
arms the exquisite symmetry of outline. the profile
purely Greek Athene. but truly woman
There splendid burst Of applause, which
deepened the audience caught the first direct look
OF her eyes, dar-browed. dark lashed dark pupled
the iris wonderful green. like a peaceful But
even her beauty not alluring than her voice,
with SO paintive minor in its notes OF liquid gold.
or her supple grace of movement. So might the
Winged Victory have walked in the morning OF the
nations
Il wish Madeline would talk little louder" whis-
pered Mrs Wyatt nervously. She just to for
get that she's acting. Why. the slave who didn't
have a line to say said it great deal louder and
with more elocution than Madeline.
But couldn't understand her, and can hear
every word Madeline says" defended Gus.
Aunt Efle is quite right" said Anuabel Any
body could tell that the slave really isn't slave,
but Madeline behaving just as il she was born and
raised in Greeceshe doesn't like herself at all
call that anectation. not acting.
The monks we're chanting vespers. and as the last
note died away they seemed to melt into the gather
ing dmness they slipped out OF the great doors OF
the cathedral Twilight fell into darkness There
was no light save the shed by the altar candles
on the white Crucifx Far OF there came a dull.
hoarse cry strangely in contrast with the peaceful
eyeusong OF the monks. 1t grew and deepened into
that appalling. inhuman underone which means the
blood-thirst horrible to hear from pursuing pack
Of wolves but more awful, unnatural from a
mob OF frenzed human beings. They were driving
their quarry to the church; their yes echoed
from the vaulted roof as they swept her up to tho
very altar.
There she suddenly turned and faced her pursuers
Her glorious hair dsheveled and fell about her
barred shoulders from which fanatics had torn the
robe In her white purity in her exquisite you'h!u.
ness her face pale, but with eyes calm and unafraid
for moment she stood sanctuary under the Cross
Then the uladdeued mob beat about her. swept her
down in their wolfsh force-and the lights nlcAeTed
went out and deep darkness fell
There was silence in the audience for moment
the sound of women sob9iag. and then the lights
flashed on and after wave OF tumui'ous ap'
pause demanded the star.
The happy tears were running down Mrs "yattt
checks A cub reporter rushed by to write his copy
The most beautiful creature in the world the'
heard him exclam.
81 ALWAYS thought" began Gus, and stopped