The National tribune., 1909-11-18

York or some of the larger cities,
but | never saw piece of it in my life
till / came to Norway. One day, when
We were in Molde, a pretty girl (she
was pretty stopped us on the street,
and showed us centerpfece of this
Hardanger work she had done herself
offering it for sale at a very reasonable
price. BY that time we were pretty well
up on this subject, and knew just about
the value of such piece. The embroid-
cry was good, very Chere is, of course,
la great difference in the pieces, some
of them being done on finer material
and much firmer than others), and
advised Elizabeth to buy it, which she
did The cradle of the work is the
Hardanger country, which is near Ber-
gin, so Elizabeth thinks she ought to
find 1t cheaper in that city, and will
wait until she gets there before buying
ANY more of il.
AT supper that night at Falaidet we
sat down to a table filled with red
faced Germans and their equally red
faced fraus and kinder, but as the con-
versation was entirely in German, of
which L know little and Elizabeth not
a great deal tshe is very good at
French) We did not CLEAN very much
with regard to them. / suppose they
were doing" the country for the same
reason Iye We're to feast their eyes on its
w,
always difficult for me to reconcile a
true love of the beautiful with a coarse
lred skin and an overabundance of avoir-
dupois, but that idea, / know, is abb
surd. That true refinement and appre-
citation of the higher things of life are
confined to those whose outside appear
ance is not over-robust is one of the
mistakes we are finding out every day;
still, / suppose most of us " ! 90 on
till the end of the chapter associating
the two in our minds. / have learned
in my journey thru life thus far, favor
ite niece, that true refinement and true
appreciation come from the heart rath-
er than the mind. They do not depend
upon education or environment, upon
anything that money can give, but may
be found in the humble washerwoman
bending over her tub as we'll as in the
Queen. How unutterably tiresome and
empty are the rawlings of some of our
educated class over bit of scenery,
some picture or book, for instancei You
feel that it all comes from the brain,
and usually the very top, and that they
do not and could not really feel or sense
the beauty they pretend to appreciate.
1t is gift from the gods, of course,
this finer, more intimate relationship
with the soul of beauty; it is what we
call temperament, and may be found
as before remarked, in the humblest
Your little newsboy on the street may
have it; I know the little dirty-faced,
neglected son of my tailor has it, for
the other day, when / was waiting to
, be fitted, he entertained me by the most
beautiful game of Indians attacking
white men, all played with pins, with
which the floor was covered, and his
little cheeks were crimson with the ex-
citement of the pursuit. Some day that
boy will see a beautiful picture or a sun
set, and his eyes will shine and his
cheeks change color, tho his lot In life
may remain as humble as it is at pres
ent, just as they did over his play. Isn't
it beautiful and just compensation in
this world, where money is king, that
there are some things all the wealth Of
the Indies cannot buy, that even edu-
cation and culture cannot give unless
the divine essence has been planted in
the heart?
After supper Elizabeth and went to
our pleasant chamber with its two little
single BEDS :ts large table and COM
| Portable chairs, and looked for awhile
on the scene in front of us. In the inn
mediate foreground it was rather ig-
noble, the space being filled with shah
| by little buildings and what looked to
| be lumber yard But all around were
the same old snow mountains, piled up
! all ways and any way, and just in front
| the ford. The water of this was espe-
cially beautiful, being edged with dis
tinctly Nile green band, bringing back
TO my mind So wildly the enhancing
color of the water at Honolulu and that
possession in the Pacific. Can you ever