Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-03-17
s. BARRING GOULD

answered. L speak metaphOr1cally.
Now, Eve, the way is clear. You shall
run away from home as did your
mother, and you shall run away with
me. Remember, I am your natural
protector
I cannot cannot indeed Eve
shrank back.
I swear you shall said Martin i'm
petuously. 1T may seem strange that
l, who am in personal danger myself,
should consider you: but such is my
nature never regard myself when ]
can do an heroic action. I say, Eve,
you shall go with me. / am man
with a governing will, to which all
must stoop. You have trif1ed with
the doctor and with me. l hate that
man though I have never seen him.
I would he were here and / would
send him, spectacles and all
He does not wear spectacles.'
DO not interrupt. I speak symbol
ically Spectacles and all, | repeat,
with his bottles of leeches, and pestle
and mortar, and pills and lotions, over
the edge of this precipice into per-
dition. Good heavens! if l leave and
you remain, shall be coming back
cannot keep away. If escape, it
must be with you or MOT at ALL You
have a horse of your own: you shall
ride with me. You have a purse: fill
it and bring it in your pocket. Dia-
monds, silver spoons-anything.
She was too frightened to know
what to say. He, coward and bully as
he was, saw his advantage and as
sumed the tone of buster. DO you
understand me? l will not be trifed
with. This thing is settled: you
come with me.
I cannot-indeed l cannot said
Eve despairingly.
You little fool! Think Of what you
saw in the theater. That is the proper
sphere for you as it is for me. You
were born to live on the stage. am
glad you have told me what became
of my sister. The artistic instinct
is in us. The fire of genius is in our
heart. You cannot drag out life in
such a hole as this: you must come
into the world 1t was SO with your
mother. Whose example can you
follow better than that of MOTHER
My father would
Your father will not be surprised.
What is born in the bone comes out
in the flesh. If your mother was an
actress-you must be one also. Com
pare yourself with your half-sister. Is
there soul in that mass Of common
place? Is there fire in that cake? Her
mother, you may be certain, was a
ding. We beings of Genius belong
to another world, and we must live
in that world or perish. 1t is settled
You ride with me tonight shall in
troduce you to the world of art, and
you will soon be it's most brilliant
star
'Harkr exclaimed Eve, starting. T
heard something STIR
Both were silent, and listened.
They stood opposite each other, near
the edge of tn prcipice. The dark.
ness and closed it rapidly. The
cloudy sky cut off the last light OF
day. Far, far below, the river cast up
at one sweep a steely light, but for
the most part of it's course it was lost
in the inky murkiness Of the shadows
of mountain. forest and rock.
Away at distance of several miles,
on the side of the dark dome of Hing
ston Hill, red star was glimmering
the light from miners or moor
mans cabin The fire that flickered
on the platform cast flashes of god
or the nearest oak Doughs, but was
unable to illumine the gulf of dark
ness that yawned under the forest
trees.
Martin stood facing the wood, with
his back to the abyss, and the light ir-
radiated his handsome features. Eve
timidly looked at him, and thought
how noble he seemed.
Was it the sound of a horses hoof
you heard?' asked Martin. Walter is
coming with Jasper's horse
I thought bush moved answered
Eve, and that l heard a click.
1t is nothing, said Martin, mo-
thing, but an attempt on your part
to evade the force Of my argument,
to divert the current of my speech
You women squirm like cells. There is
no holding you save by running a
stick through your gills. Mind you, I
have decided your destiny. 1t will
be my pride to make great actress
of you. What applause you will
gain, What life of merriment you
will lead! l shall take a pride in the
thought that have snatched yon
away from under the nose of that doc
tor. Pshawi'he paused-'pshaw,
| do not believe that story about your
mother being my sister Whether
she were or not matters nothing. You.
like myself, have a soul, and soul
that cannot live on farmyard dung
heap. What is that? / hear a foot
on the bracken. Can it be Watt?
He was silent, listening. He be-
gan to feel unea y. Then from be-
hind the wood came the shrill clang-
our of bell.
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