Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1917-05-24

India q dTdnlGtlst and poet, Kan
dasa, whono men hare come to cal
the Indian Shakespeare. The com
parison is less fancifu1 than mans
such comparisons usually are. Kali
dosa's greatest drama, "Shokura
t0la," more accurately rendered a.
"Cakunto7a," IS graceful NTH thu
poetry that makes Shakespeare
enchanting to read. The handling
of the themes of love and sorrow art
much alike IN the avorks Of both
men, and the Indian dramatist tn
hoduces comic characters Who speak
IN ,Sonshrt strikingZy like the
hOnely nit Of SAakespeare's cloaDns
In a holy hermitage under the Hima-
IayaS, on the banks of the sacred
river Malini dwelt Shakuntala, brought
up from infancy by the blessed, high
souled sage, Kanva. Here where beast
and bird were unafraid because there
was no hate, she grew up amid pur-
ity with other hermit girls, flower
children Of the sacred grove, who a6
dressed the blossoms and vines as their
sisters.
One day when Kanva was absent
the sTOng-armed, mighty King Du-
,shyanta lost his way while hunting
and entered the sacred precincts Sha-
kuntala saw the noble man, and,
knowing not what love was, could only
cry out to her companions that some
thing hurt her heart cruelty She lay
down, pining, on her couch of flowers
and there the king found her, garland
ed in lotus chains white as moonbeams
shining in the night.
ooh. my beWitching girl, have no
fear of me!' he cried. He, who lived
each day in high communion with the
gods, approached her trembling with
reverence and adOratiOn He drew her
face tenderly to his and spoke to her
truly of the sacred impulse that draws
pure hearts together on earth.
Before Kanva returned, Shakuntala
and the king were married amid the
rejoicings of the simple hermit people.
! Obliged by an urgent summons to
hurry to his capital, he left her; but
he gave her his royal ring. engraved
with his name. And he said: Count
every day one letter of the name, dear.
Before you reach the end, my mes
sengers shall guide you to my halls"
That day after he had gone, while
Shakuntala lay among her flowers
dreaming Of him with waking eyes, the
sage Durvasas, known as the Irascible,
knocked at the gate. las ;Shakuntala,
lost in thoughts Of love, did not hear
him and hurry to him with water to
wash his feet, he strobe away, saying:
Because your heart by loving fancies
blinded, has ScOrned guest in piOuS
life grown old, your lover shall forget
you though reminded, OF think Of you
but as a story told"
When Kanva returned, he sent his pu-
pills forth into the grove for ornaments
to deck her. The kind trees gave silk
en- garments and gems and lac-dye for
her little feet that she might go attired
as princess. GO to your husband !"
said kanva, and turned away sadly.
The fawns tried to hold her with their
soft muZzles. The flowers dropped
their heads. The birds forsoGk their
mates and cried sorrowfully. 81 am
torn from my fathers breast like a
vine stripped from sandal tree ON the
Malabar hills!" sighed Shakuntala;
but her heart drew her on to seek her
king.
When she appeared before Dushyan-
ia, he looked upon her and did not
know her. Troubled memories stirred
him as in a dream; but the curse of
Durvasas lay upon him, binding his
eyes and sense.
"He loved me so He is SO changed!"
wept Shakuntala. She remembered the
ring, but when she would have shown
it to him, it was not on her finger
where he had placed it. Then she re-
called that during her journey when
she bent down to worship at the holy
Gauges, something had fallen into the
water
Fate is too strong for me- said she.
But I will tell you something. One
day in the bower you were holding a
lotus~ieaf cup full of water, and when
a fawn approached, you coaxed him to
drink, but he would not. Yet when I
took the cup and held it out, he liked |
1t and drank deep. Then you smiled /
and said: Everyone trugts his own
kind. You Goth belong to the sacred |
grove"
ut is just such women, selfisll sweet, !
false, that entice FOOLS" said the blind
ed king.
Shakuntala covered her face and
"WelI. we'll! 1 had my way.
I trusted a king and put myself into
his hands. He had a honey face and
a heart Of stone. Oh, mother earth,
give me q gravel"
On the moment she was snatched
away by the gods and there was empti-
ness where she had stood before the