Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1925-02-25

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They were busy again untl nisl1
| fell. Sitting down for a llt.ie VIM
| before retiring to rest they olscIoS 1':,
for the hundredth time, the proDaDl-
| tiles of speedy succor. rms leu lAel,
to the topic of available supplies, anu
| the sailor told Iris the dispositions ne
had made. 81.
"Did YOU bury the box of books z
yves. but not in the cave. They are
at the foot of the cinchona over theIe
Why? Do you want any!
81 have a Bible in my ROOM put
there was a Tennyson tmong the QUIZ
ers which l glanced at in spart mo
ments."
The sailor thanked the darkness
that concealed the deep bronze or race
and neck caused by this chance re-
mark. He vaguely recollected the man
ner in which the lines from "Maud
came to his lips after the episode OF
the letter. Was it possible that he had
unknowingly uttered them aloud ana
7 as was now silly poking fun at MIN
He glowed with embarrassment.
"ft is odd that you should mention
Tennyson,' he managed to say Calm
". "Only today 1 was thinking OF
favorite passage"
Iris, of course, was quite innocent
this time.
ooh, do tell me. Was, it from 'Enoch
Ardent"
He gave a sigh of relief. mo. Any
+I,ino, h11t that " he answered.
what them
MAUD -,
ooh, Maud. 1t is very beautiful,
but I could never imagine why the poet
gave such a sad ending to an 1dylllc
love story"
"They too often end that way. More
over, Enoch Arden is not what you
might call exhilarating."
mo. 1t is sad l have often thought
he had the Sonata Pathetique' in his
mind when he wrote it. But the note
is mournful all through. There is no
nromise of happiness as in Maud
"Then it is my turn to ask ques-
tions. Why did you hit upon that po-
EN- among so many"
Because it contains an exact de-
scription of our position here. Don't
you remember how the poor fellow
Sat often in the seaward-gaZ1ng
gorge,
A shipwrecked sailor, waiting for
sail
81 am sure Tennyson saw our island
with poetic eye, for he goes on
No sail from day to day, but every
day
The sunrise broken into scarlet
shafts
Among the palms and ferns and
precipices;
The blaze upon the waters to the
east;
The blaze upon his island overhead;
The blaze upon the waters to the
west;
Then the great stars that globed
themselves in Heaven,
The hollower-be believing ocean and
again
The scarlet shafts of sunrise-but
no sail"
She acclaimed the melodious verse
with a subtle skill that amazed her
nearer. Profoundly moved, jerks
dared not trust himself to speak.
81 read the whole poem the other
day." she said after a silence of some
minutes "Sorrowful as it is, it COM
forted me by comparison. How differ
ent will be our fate to his when an
other ship stays by this isle!"
Yet neither of them knew that one
line she had recited was singularly
applicable to their case than that
which they paid heed to. "The great
stars that globed themselves in
Heaven, were shining clear and
bright in the vast arch above. Re- |
splendent amidst the throng rose the |
Pleiades, the NEUROLOGICAL seven hailed |
by the Greeks as an augury of safe |
navigation. And the Dyaks-one of the /
few remaining savage races of the |
world-share the superstition of the |
people who fashioned al the arts and
most of the sciences.
The Pleiades form the Dyak tutelary |
genius. Some among a bloodthlrsty |
and vengeful horde were even then
pointing to the clustering stars that
promised quick voyage to the isle |
where their kinsmen had been struck |
down by white man who rescued a |
maid Nevertheless, Grecian romance |
and Dyak lore alike relegate the in
fluence of the Pleiades to the sea. |
Other stars are needed to foster en-
terprise ashore.
Will all this wealth do the sailor any
good? He tells his story. The Dya<s land.
For further thrills read next weeks Herald. |
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