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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Herald, 1908-11-13, Page 3riimacesima IS I v77,414 rartrr.;.. Pd 1i• He loud spent the last three years on the continent, and wos so improved. by his travels, and so altered, that Agatha hardly recognized him. He bad learned a great deal, but he bad not learned to forget her. He lied seen brilliant and 'beautiful women, but the calm, gentle face he loved had more charms for him than Venus herself would have had. The distance between them did not seem so great now, and Allan had re- turned to England, resolved to risk all, and woo and endeavor to win the girl he had loved so long. He looked with surprise at the beau- tiful girl by Agatha's side. His father told him that Miss Lynne had been sent for to Lynnewolde; but he had said nothing of what she was like, and Allan had pictured to himself a dark, foreign - looking girl, by tee side of whom his beloved word shine like a star. He was not prepared to see the loveliest and most brilliant woman he had ever met. It was a merr yparty that sat during those warm, surely hours under the great cedars. Yet Inez smiled half bitterly to herself as she noted that both the gentlemen were devoted to her sister. She wondered if they were charmed by her childlike gaiety, by her simple, in- nocent sweetness, or by the winning grace of her manlier, so kind and thoughtful. She wondered half bitterly why her own magnificent beauty had not more power, why those cold English hearts did not warm to her; she felt al- most alone, did this strange, gifted woman. Perhaps there was something too regal and queenly in the style of her beauty, for it was evident that both Philip and Allan stood rather in awe of her. "I can give you the latest news of Spain, Miss Lynne," said Allan, "for I spent the last six months there." "How happy you must be to have travelled and have seen so much!" said Agatha; "I would give anything to go to Spain." It was amusing to know that each gentleman, as he listened, mentally re- solved that her wish should be gratified "What makes you wish to go to Spain, Agatha?" asked Mrs. Lynne. "I think it is one of the most pic- turesque of countries," she replied. "I read the romance of the 'Cid' some years ago, and most of my ideas of chivalry are connected with Spain." "1 will not disabuse you," said Allan, with a slightly cynical smile. "You could not," said Agatha; "then I should like to see a Spanish lady in her mantilla, with a rose in her hair. Lord Lynne held a glowing damask rose in his hand; a sudden thought seem- ed to strike him as he looked at it. "If my mother will lend me her black lace scarf for one moment, Miss Lynne," seid, "we might show your sister the dress of a Spanish lady." Inez smiled as he handed her the rose, It was -the first flower he had ever offered her, the iirat time he had ever asked her to gratify any little wish, for Lord Lynne was usually somewhat re- served with his beautiful cousin. Al- though it was merely to please .Agatha, and not from any interest in herself, that he made his request, she was glad and happy to grant it. "I shall want a fan to make the cos- tume complete," she said. "You shall have a bough from that lilac tree," said Allan; "three tufts of lilac will make a pretty fan." "But the color is too tame; I must have white or deep crimson to make a picture," replied Inez. "What en artist you are," replied Allan, gayly; and he made her a fan of dark, growing crimson flowers peeping between green leaves. Inez was no coquette, but she knew the value of effects; she placed the black lace mantilla on her head, and fastened the flower in her hair. Then she rose and stood before Agatha, making a low, sweeping courtesy. She looked wondrously beautiful as she stood there holding the crimson flowers to her bosom with the inimitable grace known only to Spanish women, and her splen- did eyes drooped before the admiring glances bent upon her. "Good heavens!" said Lord Lynne to himself, "how handsome she is!' And for the first time her beauty seemed to reach his heart and his senses. Allan Leigh applauded loudly. "You will make a capital actress, Miss Lynne, I am sure," he cried, eagerly. "Could we not get up some charades or tableaux1—I do enjoy them so much. What do you say?" , "I should like it above ell things,' re- plied Inez. "I will restore your scarf, Mrs. Lynne, as our masquerade is ended," she said; but they would not allow her to be what Agatha called Eng- lish again. .Allan made her a throne of moss, and sat at her feet. Lord Lynne declared they only wanted a very brown gypsy, with a very old guitar, to make Don'tlie awake nights, ervons and feverish. Ten to ono yoursleopless- ppees is canoed by a torpid m►eenrt with few days' treat- ment the tonic-ihxative, will make your nights restful end strengthening• 26 conte,t d ors or by MAIL 5. C. Wells & Ca, Toronto. its Tr.n to One CE v S him think he was in Spain. "Comeover this evening," said Lord Lynne to. Allan, "and we will arrange for some tableaux. I owe my neighbors a party, and we will have one." CHAPTER VL 'Where shall we hold ..ar committee?" asked Lord Lynne, as he entered the drawing -room after dinner, "We do not want flowers and birds to distract us," replied Allan, "Let us remain here, if the ladies are willing, and settle the programme of our tableaux- vivants. Miss Lynne, will you accept the role of prima donna, and tell us what scenes from "the enchanted realms of fancy" we shall enact?" Inez smiled, and bowed assent. She looked happier and brighter than usual. There was no doubt that that brilliant, beautiful face could express any passion or emotion. "We had better arrange a proper pro- gramme," said. Lord Lynne. "I think we will dispense with the dinner part of the business, My mother thought of a din- ner -party; but it will be better to give a large party, including dancing and tab- leaux. I owe an invitation to nearly all my neighbors. We can have a grand supper, mother," he added, smiling at Mrs. Lynne, "and that will, console you for missing a formal, ceremonious din- ner." "You will have the old ball -room fit- ted up, I suppose?" said Mrs. Lynne. "Yes, it shall be decorated in what the Barfordshire Courier calls a truly mag- nificent style," he replied. "We will have hangings and flowers such as never were seen in Lynnewolde before.' "The drawing -room would be the best place for the tableaux," said Inez; "they could be arranged in the small drawing - room, and the audience could be seated in the large one." "That would do capitally," said Allan. "Tee can have a curtain fixed under the arch, and it will be a perfect little the- atre." "Let us hava the tableaux first," said Agatha, "and the we can begin the dancing afterward. It would spoil both to mix them." "Certainly," said Lord Lynne. "Do you think, my little cousin, we should spring at once from a polka into a pic- ture? Believe me, tableaux require a great dealof preparation. We will say, as they do on the playbills, 'Tableaux- vivants et nine o'clock—dancing to corn- mence at ten.' And now to business. What shall we try to represent?" "Are you conversant with English lit- erature?" asked Allan of Miss Lynne. "Yes," she replied. "I never had any- thing to do but read. I know Walter Scott almost by rote." "Nothing. could ,be better than ascene from 'Ivanhoe,'" said Allan. "Miss Aga- tha, you will be a perfect Rowena, and you, Miss Lynne, a still more perfect Re- becca." "No," said Inez. "I do not think I could look like Rebecca. Let me have something I feel at home in. Certainly I shall not do so in any attitude of pa.- tience,ar self-sacrifice; or resignation. I do not like to bo Rebecca. I should like to be prosperous, happy, and beloved. I do not think I should look at all patient if any fair-haired Rowena took all I loved best from me." She spoke rapidly, with a curious ring in her musical voice, and her listeners gazed at her in surprise. It would have been easier for that proud, beautiful girl to die than to enact .Rebecca to Agatha's Rowena, while Lord Lynne was Ivanhoe. "I see what style of character you like," said Allan. "What do you think of a scene from 'Kenilworth'? Miss Agatha would make an excellent Amy Robsart." "And I could take the part of Queen Elizabeth," said Inez. "Yes—I could look as she did before she knew who Amy Robsart was." "That will do excelently for one, then," said Lord Lynne, "Do lot us have the balcony scene from 'Romeo and Juliet,'" cried Agatha. "Inez would make a better Juliet than the real one, I believe. You might be Romeo, Lord Lynne." "We mast have some rehearsals," said Allan. "I think it would be very nice to have the tableaux es a surprise, not to let anyone know of them. But we shall want a little more assistance. My sister Evelyn and Miss Deere, who is visiting her, would be happy to join our company. We might ask Bertie Bohun to help us also. We could manage some very effective tableattx then, and the surprise would be pleasant; better than if people came all ready,to see and criti- cize." So it was arranged. Allan Leigh un- dertook to bring his sister and Miss Deere on the morning following, and Lord. Lynne wrote to ask Bertie Bohun tojoin them. The sound of silvery laughter and gay words was now heard in the old hall of Lynnewolde. Inez was transformed; she was queen of the revels. Her ready wit, her brilliant repartees, her genius and gift of song made those meetings or rehearsals scenes of never -to -be -for- gotten gayety. She was universally ad- mired. People did not quite understand her; they were not accustomed to that rare mixture of gay insousiance and Im- perial hauteur. Whatever seemed strange or unusual in her, they ascrib- ed to her foreign education. In the whole county of Burford there was no one so admired as Miss Lynne. Her unusual and rare style of beauty, bee wonderful Voice, were talked. about wherever men and women congregated, The rehearsals took place ie the liab- tery --Trey were pleasant to all; 'brf't tet one they were dangerous as an intoxi- cating draught, or a sweet, honeyed poi son. It was so easy to platy Juliet with Lord Lynne as Rchieo- It was so de- lightful to know that' his eyes were dwelling on her fuel with a look of rapt love and devotion; to stand for that c• ne 'moment and know that his very soul wee in the look bent upon her, One of those rehearsals they never forgot. "Scene the Thirdr cried out Allan Leigh—"Romeo and Juliet;," and Lord Lynne took bis place and Inez hers. 0' Capital," exclaimed Allen; "only don't you think --excuse me, Miss Lynne—should you not look at Romeo? Those downcast eyes are • very effective; Mit I think the other. would be better still." Yet the picture—the shy, loving, beau- tiful face, the downcast eyes, their long black fringe resting on the cheeks —was so perfect itseemed wrong to alter it. "Try," said Lord Lyme— look at me.' Timidly enough, she raised those dark liquid eyes. Loa•ttl. Lynne ;never forgot her face as she did so. When she saw the expression on his, the earnest, al- most adoring love that lie , triad so hard to represent, a crimson flush seemed to scorch her cheek and. brow. For one moment her lips quivered like the lips •of a little grieving ail. In that one look Inez told her secret. It was ,well for her that no one read it. "1 am tired," she said impatiently. "I have been rehearsing all the morning. Let me now go, Lord. Lynne; we shall manage it, I'm sure; and Mr. Leigh, you may be a connoisseur in such things but it does not seem to me that young ladies usually stand with open eyes to hear such speeches as . Romeo made." "But this is not read," said Allan in self-defence, "it is only acting;" and his words ,although true,were like a sharp dagger to the passionate heart so nearly betrayed. It was "only acting," and yet it was all strangely real to her. She lulled her - Beef with sweet dreams, she cheated herself into believing it was real, while Lord Lynne was only waiting until the evening of the fete to ask Agatha to be his wife. Bertie Bohun was a handsome careless young fellow, who had just passed his examination, and was now at home at Bohun Court, awaiting a commission, for which his father had applied. He was a. brave, honorable maxi, a flood son to the aged father who loved him better thari anything in the world. He was charmed with the brilliant society. at Lynne- wolde; the beautiful Andalusian bud a most ardent worshipper in Bertie Bo- hun. He would have suffered any hard- ship have borne any peril, have risked any and everything to win one look from those bright eyes, one smile from those perfect Iips; but neither look nor smile came to him. Inez received his homage, as she did the homage of all other men, as something that was sim- ply her due. She would grave laughed with scorn if any one had told her that the handsome young •• fellyv loved• her. She talked to hini about t eprofession at times until the boy's heart glowed, and he wished—ah, what rain wishes he had—that she were a captive, and he the knight who rescued her; that she were a queen and he might fight and die for her. But in his wildest dream, no thought, no hope, ever came to Bertie Bohun of winning this magirificent woman and making her his wife. Sometimes, after she had been unusually kind to him, he would resolve that before "he rude away to war;." he \voted tell her how mad and foolish he had been, and ask her to bid him "God speed!" Iiut the marching orders were very long in coming, and poor Bertie dreamed the summer away at the syren's feet. Evelyn Leigli was a pretty lively girl of nineteen—just the lest in the world given to flirting, and somewhat inclin- ed, Allan feared to be fast—atilt the pretty face and gay, lively manner had many admirers. Isabel Deere was a tall, stately brun- ette, very good»humored, and given to great admiration of everything at Lynnewolde, front the young lord to his beautiful cousin. She had not much intellect; but then, as Allan Leigh said, she had figure, and that was very requisite in getting up good tableaux. The invitations to Lynnewolde were issued for the eleventh of .August, and very little else save -this coming fete was spoken of, either in the Hall or out of it. Every one anticipated a dancing party, the tableaux were to be a sur- prise. Yet nuiny wondered why they were requested to be at the Hall at nine punctual? • Under tee wee supcnintOndence of Al- lan Leigh the drawing -rooms were most effectively arranged for the tableaux; the inner and smaller one was divided from the large room by a long, sweeping curtain of rich crimson silk; a kind. of stage had been erected, and in the large room the chairs for the guests were ar- ranged in a circle. '"I hope it will go off well," said Aga- tha to Lord Lynne, on the morning of the eventful eleventh. "Never fidget; little cousin," he re- plied, with a. smile "Even supposing there should be neither wit nor sense, wherever there are flowers, lights, and SAMPLE COPY FREE Would you like to have e sam- ple eopy of the Farmer's Advo- cate and Home lelagazine? Tile BEST AGRICULTURAL AND HOME PAPER on the American continent, No progressive farmer eon afford to be without it. Published week- ly. 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The centre figure, upon which the light fell, was that of a beautiful Spanish girl. represented by Irez Lynne, the binek mint -ilia fastened coquettishly at the back of the head, fell upon the graceful shoulders and the half -quaint, beef -artistic dress. One deep crimson rose glowed in the depths of her rich hair. and she held a magnificent fan in her white jeweled hands. Standing by her side. his handsome face peeping over her shoulder, was a Spanish cavalier, wearing the picturesque cloak and the plumed hat. It was a stolen interview, and at one window of the apartment stood a sister or friend, evidently watch- ing that they should not be surprised. The expression on the face of this kind- ly guard (Evelyn Leigh) was excellent in its mingled archness and anxiety. But alas, at the other and smaller window— forgotten both by the lovers and their friend—shone the angry face of the old father, who had unexpectedly appeared on the scone. that filled her whole soul, and she mur- mured to herself, `1 love him so dearly and so deeply, he must love me in re- turn." fTo be continued.) Doctors 'Privileges. Rudyard Kipling, addressing a recent medical gathering in London, remarked that among the privileges of physicians was one which they shared with kings. Policemen would not stop them if they exceeded the speed limit on their A visiting card would take them thro the densest, most turbulent crowds. y flying a yellow flag they could turn a centre of population into a desert, and by flying a red -cross flag they could turn a. desert into a centre of population, toward which men, as he had seen them, would crawl on hands and knees. They could forbid any ship to enter any port in any part of the world, and for the success of any operation in which they were interested could, if necessary, stop in mid -ocean the fastest Atlantic liner with her mails. They could tie up traffic and without notice order hooses, streets and whole quarters of a city to be pulled down, calling, if need he, on the nearest troops to see that their pre- seription was carried out. The tableaux was long and warmly applauded. Lord Lynne made a very handsome cavalier; but no painter ever drew a face so perfect • as that of the young girl who stood by him. The rapt love, the coy, caquettish attitude—there was but one voice in its praise. Then the curtain rase upon snother• and far different scene. Half hiding in a kind of grove or artificial bower there stood a pale, lovely, fair-haired girl. Her sweet face told its own tale of terror and hope. Her fair had fallen around her like a soft, shining veil, and her white betide were raised and clasped in snupplication. It was Agatha Lynne as Amy Rol•art. Standing near her, look- ing with haughty eves and cold, disdain- ful fate. was the royal lady, who would fain would have crushed the gentle life of the fair girl who stood between her and her love. A terrible moment ryas that in which the royal Iady looked up- on the gentle girl and knew who she was. 1t was faithfully rendered. There was something almost sublime in the concentrated passion of Inez Lynne. Lit- tle mercy would she feel or show to one who stood in the way of her love. There was something, too, in the pathetic en-, treaty of the young face that looked in- to hers. There was a hush when the curtain fell upon that picture. Those who look- ed felt its force and passion. Then came the pretty balcony scene— the lovely love -lit face of Inez Lynne shining like a star in the depth of night, and Lord Lynne as Romeo, looking as he supposed Rorneo to have looked after the words — "0, that I were a glove upon thy hand, That I might touch that cheek!" It was perfect es a picture; as a piece of acting it was wonderful. But there was neither semblance nor acting in the passionate heart of the beautiful Juliet ;and when the curtain fell, and the sounds of applause reached her ears, Inez raised her eyes once more to the face of Lord Lynne. This time the love dad not die out of it; but he stooped gallantly, and kissed the little white jewelled hand. He meant nothing by it; but it was not in human nature to be blind to the love that glowed in that beautiful face. There were other tableaux, taken from some of the most exquisite of the world's poems. One of Enid and Geraint, where Agatha and Allan Leigh acquit- ted themselves with great credit; anoth- er of Guinevere and King Arthur; and the last of all taken from ra, French pie- ture, where Inez, as Marie Antoinette, sat, the centre of a group, the most brie liant and beautiful of all. Then the music sounded again, the curtain fell, and the tableaux were ended. "Wonderful!" "The greatest treat!" "The greatest surprise!" "So charming!" and such like murmurs filled the room. They discussed Agatha and Evelyn, Lord Lynne, Bertie and Allan, but few named Inez, and when they did so, it was with lowered voices. They recognized the genius, the passion, the grandeur of her nature. She was a new revelation to them, was that beautiful southern girl, The tableaux were ended, but the eon - sequences of them never ended for Inez Lynne. Now that Philip had looked on her with such love in his face, even though it were but acting, never could she bear to seee that same look bent inion another. 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