The gazette-times. [volume] (Heppner, Or.) 1912-1925, 1915-05-13

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about her forehead and was looped
about her ears, which were half con-
cealed. Her profile was clear-cut; her
mouth was strong and revealed be-
tween red. firm lips the even pearliness
OF her teeth. She was of medium
height. In walking she had the free,
light step of the hgh-b born maidens
who, in primal times, pressed the flow
ers as they passed without crushing
them. But all her true grace seemed to
be accentuateo in her eyes. which were
deep and of dark blue. The impress
sion she made upon a beholder was
very complex And it would have been
difficult to say whether the calm which
pervaded every manifestation of her
beauty was the result of conscious con-
troll or the most perfect ease.
She took down the guzla and handed
it to Boris, who struck some plaintive
preliminary chords.
What shall l sing?" she inquired,
raising her fathers hand from the back
of the sofa, where he rested, and kiss
ing it with filial tenderness.
'Improvise," said the general "Im-
pr0vise in French, for the sake of our
guest"
"Oh, yes" cried Boris: "improvise
as you did the other evening"
He Immediately struck minor chord.
Natacha looked fondly at her father
as she sang:
When the moment comes that parts US at
the close Of day. when the Angel of Sleep
covers you with azure wings;
oh, may your eyes rest from SO many tears.
and your oppressed heart have calm;
Father dear, let our souls feel harmony
sweet and mystical;
And when your thoughts may have flown
to other worlds. oh. may my image, at
least, nestle within your sleeping eyes.
Natacha's voice was sweet, and the
charm of it subtly pervasive. The words
as she uttered them seemed to have all
the quality of prayer and there were
tears in all eyes. excepting those of
Michael Korsakoff, the second orderly,
whom Rouletabille appraised as man
with a rough heart not much open to
sentiment.
"Feodor Feodorovitch.' said this Off
GER, when the young girls voice had
faded away into the blending with the
last note of the guzla. "Feodor Feodor-
ovitch is man and a glorious soldier
who is able to sleep in peace, because
he has labored for his country and for
his CZar."
YES, yes Labored WE'LL A glorious
soldier" repeated Athanase George
witch and Ivan Petrovitch. We'll may
he sleep peacefully"
"Natacha sang like an angel" said
Boris, the first orderly in tremulous
voice.
Like an angel, Boris Nikolaievitch.
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oppressed? l don't see that General
Trebassof has heart oppressed, for
my part" Michael Korsakoff spoke
roughly as he drained his glass
mo, that's so, isn't it?' agreed the
others.
"A young girl may wish her father
a pleasant sleep, surely" said Matrena
Petrovna, with certain good sense.
"Natacha has affected us all. has she
not, Feodor?"
Yes she made me weep declared
the general. But let us have cham
payne to cheer us up. Our young friend
here will think we are chicken
hearted"
Never think that said Rouleta-
billie. "Mademoiselle has touched me
deeply as well. She is an artist, really
a great artist And poet"
He is from Paris; he knows" said
the others.
And al. drank
Then they talked about music, with
great display of knowledge concerning
things operatic. First one, then an
other went to the piano and ran
through some motif that the rest
hummed a little first, then shouted in
a rousing chorus.
ITO Be Continued.)