The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1908-05-02

Woolng In BakeFsvtlle phraseology he rushed, An.
Mabel but hesitated for months on the brink OF COM
hitting himself At the psychic juncture when nm.
wise Mrs. Wyatt had begun to boast Of Gus's atten
tions to her daughter, her astue niece showed
sudden indifference. and began to play Ed Davis
against him. This piqued Gus into determining to
master the situation and so successful were his 81
forts that the Behman Supply Company was hence 4
forth to have the privilege of settling pretty Anna
bells blls-by means limited )
They had chosen New York for their wedding ionr-
ney, and as 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
Bakersville to take my last words in case there's
wreck" said the good soul Madeline has sent u, .
tickets for the first night. She is appearing in
stage version OF 'Hypatia," ~:>.,. a.
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 all about the wedding?" cues.
toned Annabel complacently
"she was so busy, guess that's why she forgot
apologized the mother. -"
How does she look?
new clothes
ing to her, they awtully plain i've sent her
good allowance. but guess Mrs. Gilvery,s poor
manager. None OF the child's frocks have much trim
ming; must touch them up bit Some embroidered
grapes down the front OF her best dress would helm
it wonderfully"
The curtain rose on a street scene In Alexandria.
with all the fathfulness Of detail and lavish perfec-
ton of setting which mark the master Of stage craft
Pupils philosophers and followers thronged the mar
bic steps OF the lecture-room discussing in frae-
mentary fashion the tension between governor and
the coming OF their divinity: 49, -
Mrs. Wyatt was conscious OF overwhelming sick
ening disappointment as her daughter came on the
stage Surely as leading lady she ought to be priv
ileged to wear fine clothes and curly brown wig
and oh. heavens!: was she nearly baretooted7 1922:
But the trained metropolitan eye saw at a glance
the eted glory Of red hair the queenly pose Of the
small head, the Parian wilderness of the throat and
arms, the exquisite symmetry of outline. the profile
purely Creek as Athene but truly woman!
There was a splendid burst Of applause, which
deepened the audience caught the first direct look
Of her eyes. dark-browed dark-lashed dark-pupiled
even her beauty not more aluring than her voice
with so plantve unor 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
II wish Madeline would talk little louder whis-
pered Mrs Wyatt nervousy. she just seems to
get that she's acting Why, the slave who didn't
have but line to said 1t great deal louder and
with more elocution than Madeline" -. -.
"But couldn't understand her. and can hear
every word Madeline says" defended Gus,
= Aunt Fife is quite right" said Annabe ANY
body could tell that the slave really isn't slave.
but Madeline is behaving just as II she born and
raised in Greece-she doesn't like herself all.
call that anectatton not acting" IT,. i
The monks were chanting vespers and a. the last
note died away they seemed to melt into the gather
ing dimness they slipped out Of the great doors Of
the cathedral. Twilight fell into darkness There
was no light the rays shed by the altar candles
on the white Crucihx. Far OF there dull,
hoarse cry, strangely In contrast with the peaceful
evensong of the monks. It grew and deepened into
that appalling: inhuman undertone which means the
blood-thirst horrible to hear from pursuing pack
of wolves, but more awful, more unnatural from I
mob Of frenzied human beings. They were driving
their quarry the church; their raucors yes echoed
from the vaulted roof a. they swept her up to the
very altar. .z =*. 49, - ~
: There she suddenly turned and faced her pursuers
Her glorious hair Was disheveled and fell about her
barred shoulders. from which fanatics had torn the
robe In her white purity in her exquisite Youthful
ness her face pale but with eyes calm and unafraid
nAaN$
Then the maddened mob beat about her, swept her
down in their Wolnsh force--and the lights nickes>d
went out, and deep darkness fell.
" There was silence In the audience for . moment,