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CHAPTER XX.
"AFTER LONG rIAPS."
"The old place is just the sante, isn't it?"
says one tall boardol man to another, as
they stand at the window of the Naval
and Military Club, and look out at the
lighted streets in the grey November dusk.
The man addressed turns his keen dark
eyes on his oompanion's face. "The same
—yes, I suppose it is. It's only people.
who change, you know. P18063 and things
haven't .their excuse."
"Well, changed or not, I'm glad to be
back again," says Major Trentermain of the
Twelfth. He and his friond, Colonel Car.
lisle, have just returned from Burmah, and
are enjoying the comforts of club -life, the
reunion with old friends, the hundred -and -
one things that, familiar enough once, have
' for
become of double vatic since sacrificed f
the exigencies of foreign service, and lost
through years of hard work and fierce war-
fare, and the myriad discomforts of .climate
and life abroad.
"London is the beat place in the world
to enjoy life in," continues Treutermain,
"I've been looking up old friends to -day.
Such welcomes ! Didn't expect to find so
many in town. But the country's beastly
just now; even the hunting,'s spoilt by the
weather."
"t)Id friends," echoes his companion,
somewhat drearily, "I wonder if I've got
at me
us) 1
'k el co
feel like Meth
anyeft, I
bac1; it seems a lifetime since I went
abroad,"
He passes his hand over his short.cutiron-
grey hair, and half sighs. He is a splendid -
looking man, Tall, erect, powerful, with
keen dark oyes and a heavy drooping
moustache, darks ill in °outranto his
hair
—e mann who carries his forty-five years
lightly enough, despite hard service and
tr climate.
Hisgeyes gaze out on the darkening streets
where the lainpa are shining, and his
thoughts go back to some thirteen years
before, to a time of fierce joy and fioroer
suffering,
" I wonder where site is now V' he thinks
to himself. "Pshaw ! married, of course,
long ago. I wonder I have not forgotten
her. Thirteen years of such a life as mine
ought to knock all memories and all rom.
encs out of one.
He laughs a little bitterly and impatient.
ly, and then plunges into a discussion with
his friend, which resolves itself into an ar-
rangement to dine and go to the theatre to-
gether afterwards.
"I have promised to look in at Vane's
rooms," says Major Trentermain. 3'oai'11
come too, won't you? He is full of some
new crane--lestheticiam, he calls it. All his
people have gone in for it extensively, and
ho seems to be bitten with the same maniac,
You really should sea his rooms. Quite a
study."
"Oh, yes; I'll come," answers Carlisle,
indifferent, He is rarely anything else but
indifferent now. ,Nothing rouses or inter
eats him except, perhaps, "big game" or
Bard fighting.
They go to the Gaiety. To Carlisle the
performance seems idiotic in the extreme.
He is not educated up to appreciating "leg"
pieces, or to calling the balderdash of bad
puns and coarse jokes "wit."
" Do come away. I can't stanch this
trash," he muttersimpatiently.
" But that's l3oife Burton singing," re-
monstrates Trentermain, who is more up
to the goings on of London as it is, than
his friend.
"What of that ?" demands Carlisle.
"Everyone's talking of her. Sho'a--"
(Then comes a tnystoriouswhisper.) Colonel
Carlisle frowns end tugs his heavy nnou-
atache.
" Vice idealised as 'celebrity.' Umph 1
That's a modern definition? Suppose I'm
old-fashioned enough to look upon it as
it is. Come, you can't really care for
such rubbish, Trent. It's an insult to corn.
mon sense, I think. And look nt that row
of vapid idiots grinning from ear to oar --
boys with the blase faces of man, and limbs
like thread.paper. Fine stuff for soldiers
there 1"
"That's a detachment of the Crutch and
Toot pick Brigade," laughs Trentermain ;
"also a new importation of society since we
bade farewell to Albion's shores. British
youth don't seem to have much backbone,
eh ?"
They laugh and rise and go out, to the
intense disgust of a bevy of fair ones who
have been directing I'arthian glances at the
two magnificent -looking men in the stalls,
and drawing comparisons between them and
the "Brigade" in no way cornpiimentary to
the latter.
"Once free of the theatre, they hail a
hansom and are driven to the rooms of
Valentine Vane, an old comrade of their
own who has retired from the service, and
is cultivating artistic tastes with -praise-
worthy assiduity.
But Valentine Vane, or V. V., as his
friends call him, is in a state of pleasant ex-
citement. He has been invited to a recep-
tionatthe house ofone of the
most famous
leaders of the new school, and he insists
upon carrying the two officers off with him
despite their remonstrances.
"She bade me bring any friend I pleas-
ed," he says enthusiastically. "Ah, when
you see her ! Such grace, such languor,
such divine indolence ! Every attitude a
poem ; every look a revelation of subtle
meaning ! Ah 1--"
" ,„
Soends serpentine,I thin
Stk sae.
,
Carlisle, sotto voce. ” Gives you the im-
pression of a snake gliding about. Can't
say I appreciate the prospect" •
"Of course you are as yet Philistines,"
continues V. V. pouring some scent over
his handkerchief as he speaks, and Gently
waving the delicate cambric to disperse the
fragrance. " Ah, you have much to learn!"
"My dear fellost," says Carlisle, good-
humoredly, "do shut up that nonsense, and
talk like a rational being."
"Rational?" echoes Vane, in surprise.
" Am I not that? What is there irrational
in finding delight in all that is beautiful, in
wishing to be surrounded by sweet sounds
and fair objects, in striving to revive the
glories' of the Hellenic age, in worshipping
art as the glorious and ennobling thing it
is?"
" I am not going to say anything against
art," answers Colonel Carlisle ,• "but I
don't think there is anything of the Greek
type abort Englishmen, either physically
or intellectually, leaving out of the question
the depressing infiuences of climate."
"Ah !" sighs Vane, pityingly. "It is all
new and strange to you, "Estheticism, as
interpreted by modern hierophants, is, of
course, essentially different from the Hel-
lenic school ; but its aim and object is the
same—to beautify the common things of
life, to, ennoble the soul, as well as, please
the eye and elevate the senses."
"Well, Iam not sufficiently up in the
subject to understand or argue about it,"
laughed the Colonel. "Perhaps after to-
night-- —"
" Ah, yes ! Wait till you pee her 1"
cries Velee, entihusiastioaily, "She who
has converts by the hundred, whose inteil•
ect is as beautiful as the bodywhioh, is its
temple ; to whom not only the worship but
the perception of art is a natural and ex-
quisite impulse ; 'whose grace; whose mind,
whose movements--"
"Oh, for •Heaven's, sake spare me any
more 'serpentine' descriptions l" entreats
Carlisle. "I ant quite ready to believe in
this wonderful high priestess of yotu's. Is
she anything like Miele Terry?"
"Ellen Terry is sublime also," says
Vane, rebukingly, "There's not another
actress on the stage could walk in those
clinging draperies of hers. Is she not a
poem?'
"She acted one," says the Colonel, dryly.
"I saw her in ' The Cup.' I`atn not edu-
cated up to the appreciation of subtleties
yet."
.,
I have met at least a dozen fair-haired
girlswho have all told me they were ooneld-
cred'so like Ellen Terry,' " puts in Trent-
ermain, "I began to think she mast be a
' "priestess' also,"
" Ah, there are a good many changes
siuce I was in London last, says the
Colonel. "But there, I see you are im-
Vane?"
patient to be off, You—you don't mean
to say you aro going to wear that flower,
•
He points to a gardenia inhisbutton-hole
as he speaks.
"Yes ; why not 1" demands his friond in
surprise,
"Oh ! I thought the sunflower or the lily
was only admissible," says Carlisle,gravely;
"1 was going to ask if it would be possible
to procure one each for Trent and myself
before entering the Temple of Art and.
Ai stheticism."
It is simply out of idle curiosity that Car.
lisle has accompanied Vane andTrentermain.
He expects to be terribly bored; but when
they alight at the famous house in Kensing-
ton, and everywhere he sees the delicate,
subdued hues, the softly -shaded lights, the
gracefully -arranged form; and shrubs and
hot house blossoms, the artistic yet suitable
dresses of the attendants, who move about
so nnobtrusively(there is not a man -servant
anywhere), the strange bush and quietude,
broken k n b no laud voices or discordant
laughter, he begins to think the new school
is not so bad after all.
"And now for the priestess," he says in
a whisper to Trent, as they follow their
friend from the tea-room, which is simply a
gem. His tall figure passes through the
curtained doorway. A. light like moonlight
fills all the room into which he enters. His
head: towers above Vane's and straight be.
fore him the .sees a woman with a halo of
golden hair loose about lior brow, with a
a salt, languid, serious smile, with ----
Their eyes meet. After thirteen long
years of absence and separation, Cyril Car.
lisle finds Himself once again in the presence
of the only woman he has ever really loved.
•' Colonel Carlisle, Lady Etwynde Pits.
Herbert."
He bends over her hand as she gives it.
In that moment she is calmer, more self-
possessed than himself,
" I --I hope --I beg," he stammers,confue-
edly. " I mean, I had no idea when Vane
asked nae to (male here that I should find
myself fn your house."
" You are very welcome," she says, and
the low, tender music of her voice thrills
him with exvisite pain. " I—I saw your
regiment had returned. You have ]leen
away a great many years."
" A great many," he answers, his eyes
sweeping over the lovely face and fig-
ure of the queenly woman, who is so
like and yet so different to the radiant,
happy girl he had left.
" You—you are very little altered," she
says, presently, and the great fan of pea-
cock's feathers in her hand trembles as she
meets his glance.
"Am I ?" ho says, bitterly. " I should
have thought the reverse ; I feel changed
enough, Heaven knows."
She is silent. Her heart is beating fast,
the colour comes and gags in her faoe, She
is thinking how glad she is she did not put
on that terra-cotta gown with its huge
puffs and frills, but discarded it at the last
moment for this soft creamy robe of Indian
silk, that seems to float about her like a
mist, and show all the lovely curves of her
perfeee figure as she moves or stands. Cyril
Carlisle thinks her more lovely than ever.
The old pain so long buried and fought
against comes back all too vividly. He
knows lie has never forgotten, never ceased
to love this woman; but she—how calm, how
changed she is !
Again, as in the past, comes hack the
thought of all his love for her had meant,
of all they might have been but for his own
folly, his own sin.
A man's passions are ever their own
Nemesis," he thinks wearily and then her
voice falls on his ear again. She is intro-
ducing him to someone. A limp and lack-
lustre " damosel," as she loves to be called,
attired in pale sage -green that makes him
billious to contemplate ; and he is fain to
this maiden his arm,n
give 1and conduct duct 1
her
through the rooms, and listen to her mono-
tonous tattle of art jargon, which seems to
him the most idiotic compound of nonsense
and ignorance ever filtered through the lips
of a woman—and he has heard a good
deal:
His
i thoughts will go back to this strange
meeting.
She is not married, she is free still. Was
i faithfulness to him or--tHethrusts the
thought aside contemptuously. What folly
it seems! What woman could remember far
thirteen years? Besides,had they not parted
in anger? Had she not cast him aside with
contempt and fierce scorn, and bitter words
that had stabbed him tothe heart?
He roams about the beautiful rooms. He
hears , her name on every tongue. He
knows that men of science and learning are
here—men of note in the highest circles of
art and literature. He is glad that her
tastes are so pure and elevated, glad that
the does not find her a mere woman of
fashion, a frivolous nonentity.
Again and again lie finds himself . watch-
ing that fair, serene face, that exquisite
figure, which is a living embodiment zf
grace that may well drive all women des-
perate with envy.
How calm she is ! Howpassionless,' how.
changed 1 Men speak of her beauty, the
beauty that lends itself so perfectly to this
fantastic fashion of which' all her guests
seem devotees, and the words turn his blood
to fire. Yet, after all, why should Ile mind?
She is nothing to him—nothing.
He is beside her again. She does not ap-
pear to notice his presence, brit: she is well
enoughaware of it. It lends warmth and
colour and animation to her fade, it lights
her great grey eyes, and brings smiles to
her lips. His heart grows bitter within
him. She) most have long ago grown callous
and forgotten. Does she really forget how
passionately she loved him once I Dees
she think of him no inOre than if he we4;e
the veriest stranger in her crowded room;
Has she wept, prayed, : suffered for him
God help us, men and women both., if we
:meld not in some way mask oar faces and
conceal our feelings ! Because the world sees
no, tears In our eyes it does not follow they
are neversbed; because there are smiles on
our lips it is not anecessity that our hearts
are without suffering, When the curtain
is down, when the, theatre fa empty and
dark, then,. perhaps, the real play begins ;
the play that no audience, sees, that is only
acted out to our own breaking, beating
hearts, unsuspected and unknown to the
world around I
CHAPTER XXL
"TWO THAT HAVE PARTED LON(1."
The crowd has lessened ; thereams are
thinning now. A great actor stands up to
give a recitation. He selects one of Brown-
ing's poems. Lady l'.twynde, having heard
it often before, withdraws into one of the
smaller rooms, a dainty little piece, with
the exquisite colouring and artistic finish
of a cameo, and with only thatsort of
moonlight haze shed about it that, she loved
so much better than the garish brilliancy of
gas, or candles.
To this retreat saunters also the tall fig-
ure, on whose magnificent proportion even
the oyes of the feminine aesthetes have rest-
ed with an admiration contrary to all the
tenets of their school.
He seats himself beside Lady Etwynde,
" 1Vhat a charming retreat," he says,
softly. " Do you know I with you would
give me a little information about this
:estheticism,' of which you seem a high
priestess ? I coutess I feel quite bewilder
She smiles. She does not look up.
" los, I suppose it is new to you," she
answers. "The worst of it is that, like
all new doctrines, it is being ruined by ex-
aggeration. Genuine aestheticism is, as
0: course you know, the science of
beauty, and its true perception and
pursuit. Our school has its canons, its
doctrines,i
its and projects, which
oceans of ridicule have been poured and yet
left it unharmed, It has done much good;
it has taught the poetry of colour and ar-
rangement to a class whose dress and abodes.
were simply appalling to people of taste. If
you have ever suffered from the gilded abom-
inations of a millionaire's drawiug-room
enedo
Colonel Carlisle moves a little impatient -
"But
But is this craze to regulate our lives,
to be the great 'all' of our existence? Are
men and women to go about long.hairod,
straight -gowned, tousled; jabbering 'in.
tense' nonsense and gushing over bino china
and sunflowers; and is such an existence
considered elevating, manly, et useful? To
me it seems as if I wore looking on at a
pantomime."
"You are not educated yet," says Lady
Etwynde, with a demure smile, "Every-
thing new has, of course, its opponents. You
have read Plato?"
"When I was at se11oo1," auswera the
Colonel, surprised.
" Ah !" sighs Lady Etwynde. " And
you have forgotten all ho says about artis-
tic excellence and beauty ; the relations of
all physical and moral and intellectual life
should be filled with graze and dignity, the
mind cultured to its utmost capability, the
body beautified by vital activity and en
-
'misled by a healthy and carefully taught
appreciation of all that is conducive to
physical and mental perfection."
" Has it taken you thirteen years to
learn all this ?" asks Colonel Carlisle softly,.
as he leans forward and looks into her eyes
in tho'silver haze of the lamplight.
She starts it little.
" Yon think I am so—changed?" she says,
in her natural voice, and discarding aesthe-
tie languor.
"I think you are ton thousand times more
beautiful, more captivating, than when I
knew you first, But—changed ? Well
yes. Is your life devoted only to the study
of the Beautiful now ?"
She colours softly,
"I think you do not quite understand,"
site says. "When a woman's life is empty,
she must do something to fill up the void.
And I do not think this pursuit is so very
foolish as you seem to suppose."
" Only that John. Bull has not much of
the Hellenic type about him," says the
Colonel, sotto yore.
"You see," she gees on, with sweeb
gravity, "moral beauty and physical
beauty have each their worshippers. We
would weld the two together, and so glorify
art, literature, mind, physique—all that is
about and around our daily lives. But as I
said before, like all new creeds, it is spoil-
ed by the over zealous, exaggerated by the ,
foolish, ridiculed by the surface judees.
It is not the cultivation of one thing only,
bat the cultivation of all that real testheties
would teach : leading, subduing, elevating
the spiritual and poetic capacity of our
nature, and subordinating the crude and
material."
"That sounds more sensible says Col-
onel Carlisle. " But when I heard in your
rooms of symphonies of colour, and ' tones'
of harmony, and worship of some special
make of china, and 'living up' to peacocks'
fans and feathers, I confess I thought the
people were all lunatics, to say the least of
it, and marvelled how you could have shared
in such a lamentable creed and become a
priestess of 'High Art,' as interpreted by
terra-cotta gowns, sage -green furniture,and
old china which seems to convert modern
drawing -.rooms into a memory of kitchen
dressers. Lite may be full of emotions and
' thrills,' as 1 heard a long-haired youth
explaining in a dying voice, but such life as
this seemed to me, I must confess, a series
of absurdities such as no sensible mind could
entertain."
"Those are the zealots and the exagger-
ators," smiles Lady Etwynde, amusedly.
"They have spoilt much by carrying into
extremes what is only tolerable in moder-
ation ; by dragging in without warning
what really requires delicate ancl gradual
preparation.'
"I am glad that you are only moderate'
then," says her companion. " Someone
once said'' that there was a sphinx in our
souls who was perpetually asking us riddles
I confess I thought there was one in mine
when I met you tonight under such chang-
ed
hanged auspices."
"And what was the riddle 1" asks Lady
Etwynde.
He bends a little closer. "The reason,
of course 1 You told me a few moments ago
that when a woman's life was empty she
must do something to fill up the. void,.
Was yours so empty?"
It is a bold question : he wonders he has
dared ask it. She turnspale with—anger,
ith-an er,
Of course it is anger, and er eyes are flash-
ing
under their long lashes, and words
won't come because her heart, is hot and in
dignant. -tie he interprets hem silence and
murmurs at last apologetically : ":F+orgive
me ; 1 had no right tomake such a remark:,
only, I have been such a miserable man
since you sent me from your side, that it.
seemed in some way to console me that you
had not been quite—happy, either."
"I suppose no one is that," she seam, with
a euspiei'ua tremor in "flet voice. "Same..
:thing, or someone, is sure to spoil our lives
for us,"
He .draws back.. The shaft has hit home.
He remetnbers only too well who hatl;spoilt
the life of tails woman beside him.
(To zits coxa :amen. )
eT:RANGEL ' MARKED BY LIGHT-
NING.
A. Negro's Strip of 'White ]front the Tfh or
itis Finers to ilia bolo of 181's toot.
Charles EdThorpe, from: Oregon, tells a
very remarkable iuetdont that happened
recently when he was going from Yuma to
Tucsou, Ari., on the Southern Pacific Rail-
road. Ssid he e
"1 happened to take a seat in the car just
behind a plainly dressed but good looking
colored man . The train had nearly reach.
ed Tucson when the colored man happened
to throw his right arm over the back of.the
seat, with his hand in plain view and I was
almost thunderstruck at what I saw. I
could scarcely believe my eyes), and eagerly
leaned forward to get a closer look at the
hand and be sure Iwas not the victim. of an
optical illusion. I satisfied myself that
there was no mistake. The third and fourth
fincers of the colored man's hand were as
white as a lady's, and a white streak over
an inch wide ran back of his hand and up
his arm as far as I could see.
"I was euro. I had seen that hand before..
I went to the front end of the car after a
drink of water simply that I might get a
look at the man's face. ?very doubt was
then removed. He was George Waldron,
the man who had been my coachman in
Philadelphia for over five years some twenty
years ago, Thought I paid him well tor his
services hourstole i an evil l h e eta a aver $aQO
from me and fled to parts unknown. I
never made any effort.to find him outside of
the city and had never scenmr heard of him
until that day. When I faced him 11e re-
cognized me and fairly blunited through his
black skin at the recollection of his crime
and ingratitude. He told me that he is
now living an lioneat lite in Texas, where
he has a family and home and a small tract
of land.
" Though I have read stories of similar
oases. I don't believe there is another man
in the world marked in the same way that
Waldron was. My house was on a hill and
he was standing in the barn during a severe
thunder storm, with his right hand uplifted
and resting against the side of the building,
when lightning struck the barn on the side
where he was and passed down his arm and
body. It burned his clothing wherever it
touched his body and tore the shoe from
Ids right foot and threw it nearly across the
barn.
Of course the shock knocked him down
and rendered him insensible for a. moment,
though he suffered no lasting injury. But
if ever there was a scared darkey, be was
the one. Ho was too frightened to pray,
and he looks half seared even now. He will
always hear on his right side, from the tips
of his two outside fingers, which were next
to the building, to the sole of his foot, the
white streak which marks the track of that
flash of lightning. It is the most remark-
able case. I have ever heard of, and I have
asked physicians and scientists how light-
ning could produce such change of color
in the skin, but have never received a sat
isfactory explanation."
Hawks, Owls and Farmers -
Tho Department 01 Agriculture at Wash.
ington has recently published a work pre-
pared by 1)r. A. K. Fisher, .assistant orni-
thologist •of the department, under the
title, "The Hawks and Owls of the United.
States in Their Relation to Agriculture."
It is the general belief of scientific men that
such birds --birds of prey, as they are called
—are, on the whole, of great service to far-
mers; but this belief is directly opposed to
that which has commonly been held by
farmers themselves.
The ornithologists of the department have
therefore undertaken to ascertain who is
right, the farmer or the man of science. To
thisend about tweuty-seven hundred
stomachs of newly killed hawks and owls
have been critically examined. The result
may be summarized in a few words.
Of the seventy-three kinds of hawks and
owls found within the United States, only
six are, onthe whole, injurious. Of these,
three are so extremely rare as hardly to
call for attention, and another—the fish
hawk—is only indirectly harmful; so that
of only two—the sharp -shinned hawk and
Cooper's hawk—need any practical account
be taken.
But this is only half the story. Not only
are the overwhelmingmajority of such birds
not injurious to the agrioulturist--they
render bim continual and extremely val-
uable service by the destruction of numbers
less plant -destroying rodents and insects.
The red -shouldered hawk, for instance, is
the commonest large hawk in many parts of
the country, and is commonly known—as
is the red-tailed hawk also—as the "hen-
hawk." Of this hawk two hundred and
twenty stomachs were examined ; and of
the food found in them, less than two per
cent. was poultry. The remainder consist-
ed of mice, grasshoppers, and a great
variety of other things. More than sixty -
Eve per cent. of the whole was made up of
noxious mammals—mice and shrews especi-
ally.
Concerning Swainson's hawk, we are told
that it is particularly fond of grasshoppers.
One bird has been estimated to consume at
least two hundred grasshoppers in a day.
In the course of a month a flock of about
one hundred and sixtyfive, "which is a
small estimate of the number actually seen
together in various localities feeding upon
grasshoppers," would destroy a million of
these pests.
Facts like these shouldbe taken into
t.ecount by la sv-makers ; but it is not many
years since the legislature of at least one of
the Western States—Colorado—passed a
bounty act, intended to encourage the kill-
ing of hawks, Swainson's hawk included,
and as a result thousands of grasshopper -
eating hawks were actually killed at the
state's expense !
Influence' of Storms on Animals -
Meteoric conditions havetheir influence,
thus animals of the same species; or related
ones are fiercer in the torrid zone than in
the less warm regions of Ameriea.. The
lions in the Atlas mountains are much less
formidable than those in the desert.Cattle
have been known during the warm season,
and especially at the approach of a storm,
to be taken with an attack of fury and rush
against persons' and trees until the storm
bursts and the rain calms them. Theft is a
common vice ,among animals. ' In stealing
10 satisfy hunger the passion is generally
irresistible.
Re Filled the Bill.
She t "I will never marry a man whose
fortune has not at least five ciphers in it,
He (triumphantly) : '`Oh, darling, mine
is all ciphers !'
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