The Oregon daily journal., April 21, 1907, SECTION FOUR, Image 46

T
f HE cen painter, Kostorakl. wu j
quantities of liquors at time
the moat unsuitable.!
On the present occasion a scene
was about to be mounted, the success of
which depended absolutely upon . the
splendor of the portrayal.
The first production of a new play:
waa about to take place; the last prep
arations ware completed, and the entire
cast, each one according .to his own
part, lent himself with entbualasm,.
when all of sudden burst the catas- ,
trophe which the manager dreaded (
aoove ail j&osiovsu was aoominaoiy
Intoxicated.
These excesses always happened at
the precise moment when his services
were most urgently needed. One would
almost think that a demon a-uided and
pushed him Irresistibly toward the for
bidden liquid. At these times Koator
skl attained sudden climaxes of per
versitya longing - to do contrary
things. He had no control- over him
self; he belonged to the devlL The
most violent sensations became then
a necessity for his Impetuous and gen
erally disordered nature, and he found
himself obliged to' increase his Intoxica
tion. These days were filled with In
numerable encounters and adventures
which seemed to happen to no one but
himself. On the other hand, once acjber,
he went back to work In a frenxy.
He wa not dismissed because he was
a most admirable painter, incomparable
In his specialty. Tet he compromised
the good reputation of the company by
the scandal which he caused as well as
by the negligence, even slovenliness, of
his appearance and plebeian exterior.
From his brush Kostovskt produced
scenes so beautiful and of such aston
ishingly artlstle merit that the public
would bring him before the curtain with
their applause. " But the people of the
theatre held him at a distance, no. ene
remembered having seen him before;
the chorus people also drank, but they
considered themaelves ' as personages
very superior to this scene painter, and
they shunned his company with care.
As to the ballet dancers, 'they alao
shunned him with repugnance. . On his
side, he did not Interest v himself In
thera. However, one pleased him
Julie, a very young ballet dancer. He
thought of her only as an artist and
he watched her dancing on the stage,
Illuminated by the electrlo rays of the
reflector which he manipulated.
Certain Inclinations of the pretty lit
tle head, certan . attitudes enchanted
him. and he cauaed numerous rays more
brilliant than the others to shine upon
her, rendering her more conspicuous In
the midst of the' other dancers. - Away
from the theatre be did not speak to
her, and she, on her part, affected not
to see him. . Behind the scenes he did
not speak to her, and she on her sldo
effected not to notice him.? Living n
the midst of a strange solitude, with
out love, without friends or anyone who
cared for him. artist and machinist In
dispensable, but in whom no one inter
eated himself, he felt the sense of a
vague and latent Insult, and each time
that theae feelings got beyond him he
felt the desire for drink take possession
of him. And this Is what came to pass
at the precise moment when he wts
most indispensable. After the rehear
sal the manager remained on the scene
at the request of the director of the
company. The large and fat face of
the manager expreesed preoccupation, in
quietude and anger which he could hard
ly contain. ',
"But tell me, lie - repeated, - almost
with tears in hi voice, "what are we
going to do now?" ' And crossing his
large hands on his enormous stomacn j
he looked at the other with increasing
anger.
Where Is he now? Can anyone put
a hand an him?" asked he.
He is here, the tub of alcohol." an
swered the director. "After having
looked for him on all sides he was at
last found lir" a little hut. talking to
some workmen, and having been brought
here like a package, he has a black and
blue eye." '-' .
Have hint come here, the rascal!"
said the manager. :
The director rapidly crossed the stage
end disappeared behind the scenery. In
the stillness they heard his voice call
ing: "Kostovskt! Kostovskl!" Almost
Instantly he rejoined the manager, wink
ing his eye as if te say,. "The comedy
Is about to begin."
"He will be here immediately," said
the director "He la ashamed; he , has
no desire to show himself,"
Blowly approaching steps were beard,
end before thera appeared the man for
whom the sea had no desire.
lie waa a man of medium height,
solidly built, muscular, a little bit
stooped. Kostovskl wore a blue shirt,
spotted stl over with paint and oil, and
a larra leather belt at hia waist. His
wrinkled trousers were hidden in high
boots. Tskrn ss a whole be gave one
t impression of a common and tin
K nown workman, tils hands' were long
-, nervnue like gorilla; hla face waa
1 .mlr and vulgsr enough but full of
rctr; hla ehek bones were proral-
t, ami with hia long mustache, which
)wnwrd. he gave one the Im
. c '"i of a terrible force, but one
1 hloh thought emanated; from
his Urge scowling eythrowa hie
"'I rest e look at the same time
rn nnrl gwntle. Another pecul
v sout his foeturee was the ex
- -iot of pssalon and extraordinary
,'T. .Umlor the Irft eye a large blue
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spot showed Itself, evidence of a rude
blow. Above the forehead there was a
mop of tangled hair, and from the en
tire person of Kostovskt one got the
impression of a corroded nature, tu
multous and ungovernable. ' .
He saluted humbly and at the same
time with dignity, without giving his
hand. . - - ..'. ' .-'
"What are you doing. Koatovskir
asked the manager. . "The first produc
tion Is for tomorrow and here we are
forced to postpone It. Why do you
cause ma so much trouble, tell met Is
It honorable on your part? Why do
you get drunk? And this decoration
you are carrying under your eye -are
you proud of It?"'-; ' ' '
Kostovskt drew bark, plunged ! Ave
fingers in the. mop of hair and, as if
taking fire, in a passionate voice said:
"Maro Loukltch, I have been drinking,
but I have finished! I will do all that
Is necessary to do! Today is Saturday
and consequently no immediate produc
tion; I will not move from here until
tomorrow! I will work all night! I I
Oh. my Ootf!" . ' ;" '
Kostovskl threw both hands In the
air and seemed possessed with a sav
age feeling of energy. He wished to
work as an expiation.
"Do you know what is to be done?"
aaked the manager. "The scene in ques
tion must be the stxe of the stage and
must be all that la beautiful! Do you
understand? All that is beautiful."
"I will do It! I will do It!" cried Kos
tovskt, becoming animated and running
the fingers of both hands through his
hair. Forgetting himself, he com
menced to hurriedly walk about on the
atage. Stopping before the manager he
asked:' - : ' ' ' .
"Tell me what must be the subject
of the scene? For what is it to be
UBed?" ' v' . " "r : .
' "This is It." said the manager. "It
Is for the second act; the two men have
strayed into the vast prairie during the
night. The place must be abaolately
wild and deserted. They become afraid.
Terrible things are to be accomplished
here. Tou must therefore represent this
vast steppe with all the accessories of
distance, fog. and clouds in s manner
so real that in advance the public, will
shiver with fear In beholding."
"Enough." Interrupted Kostvoakl; -1
will paint the wilderness the vast
plains; I will work sll night on the
scene Itself by the light of the lamps.
All Is well prepared V
"Oh, yes. But work, only work!", an.
wered the director. -
Kostovskl already felt the torments of
his artistic genius. He turned from
his chiefs. . He saw them no more; he
heard them not; he ' forgot them.. He
placed himself in the middle of the
stage and called in a loud, commanding
voice: "HI! Paul! Jean! ' Come here!
Quickly t Hurry up, you children of the
devil. Kostovskl is going to work!".
Paul, the workmsn attached to tne
theatre, and Jean Jils assistant went
to work, lam out tne immense 'canvas,
brought brushes and pots or colors.
Oh. well," said the director to the
fnansger, "thank God he has gons to
work a -a in. it will hot be necessary
to ' countermand the production. Let
us go to dinner: we must not disturb
him now." , , ; . .
The stage waa lighted all night. The
empty theatre was silent aa a tomb. One
heard, but the footsteps of Kostovskl.
who, armed with long brushes, moved
to and fro about the canvas. AH around
him were palls and nots of paint.
The work advanced. Kostovskl, his
bruised eye. his face all smeared with
paint, his hslr and mustache bristling,
his eyes shining, his body burning un
der the inspiration. ,
At It o'clock the next morning the
entire com Deny collected for the last
rehearsal, grouped Itself before the
painting artists, choristers and ballet
dancers and contemplated the enor
mous pnlntlng, now from the stage and
again from the auditorium, and ex
prrssd tholr admlrfilon in loud voices.
The nearest view ahowed a vast plain
overgrown with high grasses,, burdocks
and gvpaum weeds; a little further, a
deserted town, all covered With mosses,
and further again, the kloomy hUla,
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mournful and sinister nothing but an
Infinite stretch, menacing and fantastic
a vsst plain of the heroic and legend
ary time where no road coujd be traced,
where no living ' being ever was. It
seemed that at that moment Ella Mau
rowlta (a legendary heroine) would land,
crying in aloud voice: ; . -- v
"Dwi any one live in this vast wilder
ness?" .. -!',!.':...-.
But the sombre ateppe kept its silence,
a . terrifying stlenoe. On the horlion
separating itself from the graves of the
doad, and above the aspect of the clouds
appearing fsntaatlo and malevolent And
these clouds t and those sepulchres
seemed to multiply without end. The
whole landscape -gave one the impres
sion of funeral fatality; it oppresaed the
heart; it seemed something terrible
must necessarily happen there, and the
multitude of these hillocks and the cov
ering of clouds took to themselves sym
bolical meaning they appeared to live
a life tragically supernatural.
Close to It one distinguished only a
conglomeration of daubs of all colors
In convulsive aigsaga, aa if put on under
the frenxy of a drunken brush.
' But at a distance, the obsession of
the Immense steppe which the creator
genius had made live, ahowed uo more
deapctlcally. The more one looked the
more .one felt a feeling of oppression
dominate him. - . ; , -
Everybody heaped prats on the ar
tist . - ' -. '
"Oh, this Kotovski!" they cried. "Bra
va! What talent! What sorcery!" -"
"Oh. wall, what matters ttr answered
he naively.
"We are only workmen,' and we must
work, and If we can amuse ourselves,
we era us ourselves. We are born that
way!" ; " , , . ...
All praised him; they talked of him
all dav, because of a truth, never be
fore had he distinguished himself to
such a degre.
Aa for Kostovskl. he went back to hi
tabor with a desire to do greater things.
Ha came and went in his studio more
disordered and dirtier than ever. He
painted In the ecstacy of the creation.
His whole being deranged by a sleepless
night expressed exalted fore and ' en
ergy; hia pale face with the blue mark
under the eye. the disordered mass of
hair, the flame- In his eyes which threw
out rays of light all these manifested
the spirit and industry of this proud
He wa thus completely absorbed
when he heard light footsteps and smelt
a delicate perfume. He turned around;
Julie was before 'him. 8he still wore
her dancing costume. She waa a charm
ing little brunette. In a pink bodice,
white shoes, with short skirt of mousse
llne. Her firm throat rose i regularly
and peacefully, her fresh fae with iti
olive tints smiled: her almond-shaped
eyes, black and humid, regarded Kos
tovskl tenderly and seemed to promise
him everything. She seemed a fairy of
some story. It would be difficult to
Imagine a little being more dissimilar
from the painter; she. all beauty and
charm, and he, tlmtd. with hi awkward
gestures, stood before her without
knowing what t say and regarding her
with admiration. ,
Kostovakl thought no more of his
work and the long brush which he held
In hi hand slipped from his , fingers
and fell at the fairy's feet She burst
Into silvery laughter, which uncovered
her brilliant and tiny teeth. Coming
near to him lightly and gracefully, she
gave him her little hand and boldly
said:
"How do you do, Koatovskir
Several month had passed by: the
public filled the amphitheatre. Behind
the curtain they worked with fervor.
Through the curtain one heard the noise
of the crowd, at the same time the or
chestra began the overture with majes
tic harmonies.
The workmen hurried to place the
scenery; the audience cried out; in the
darkness of the seml-clrcls descended
the large scene on which was the palaoe,
the towers, the forest and the vagueness
or the sea. .
1 All the mechanical appliances were
coutrolied by Kostovakl. iie wa un
recognisable, hla fae seemed to be re
juvenated. , Illuminated; bis blue eyes
ahone with happiness, hi shoe were
elegantly polished, he wore a velvet
coat, and hi untidy hair waa combed. ,
Lower the sea scene!" cried he la
a ringing voice, and a glgantlo curtain
came down representing the bottom of
the sea. The painter withdrew and re
garded it with affection. It waa hi
newest work. - .
"Listen, Paul!" exclaimed he, "when
the sirens begin to swim, -manage it o
that Julie I lying on the bottom."
The scene shifter saw that everything
was In place. "Ho, the angels, the devil
take you,", be exclaimed in a hoarse
voice, "the siren! in your place, the
sirens!" . .
At last all was ready for the sirens
to co swimming to the bottom of the
sea, . i ..- i . . ' ,: ,
- Kostovskl was already at hi post in
command of alL The bottom of the
ea la impregnated with soft light
The silvery green reflection seem to
traverse the bottom of the water from
the living light of day above, while at
the bottom, all seemed to be In a per
petual twilight, V
At the further end of the view ap
peared a rock of coral, around whloh
grew strange plant which seemed life
like, and which supported the gelatinous
seaweeds. In the center of the primeval
world suddenly appeared a feminine be
ing wonderfully beautiful, with flowing
hair and - naked shoulder. ,. Her bo-ly
Appeared In the shape of a fish under
a brilliant armor of sliver scales. She
moved with the eas of a fish, causing
her dresa of scales to shine. A swarm
of other siren followed ' her. Bathed
in the ray of the reflector through
the will of Kostovskt he seemed to
acquire all the beauty of the super
natural. In the sea ah caught the eye
of the strange light which beautified
her; caressing aurora lights enveloped
all her body with a magnificent charm
and made her eyes shine like two stars.
She seemed petrified with a perpetually
changing light which made her ., the
queen of the sea, -
She did not appear unmindful of what
enchanter had favored her . with this
dasaling splendor, enchanting the spec
tator and when she " passed near the
painter she kissed him and disappeared
behind the scene.- . . -..-,
Their leve was no secret from anyone
in the company. Julie never left the
theatre but ah was accompanied by
Kostovskt He lived In the adoration
of the beauty who permitted hire to
make love to her. . He followed her Ilk
a faithful dog; he waited faithfully for
her at the door of her dressing-room
while she changed her costume.
But one night he waa oblged to wait
a long time as sentinel at the foot of
the stairway to the dressing rooms.
Women descended singly' and In groups.
The dressing rooms were by this time
all empty and , she did not appear. Kos
tovskl became sad and thoughtful, with
out paying atentlon to anything but the
door which only opened at rare inter
vals, a all the girl had gone, when
the chorus gtrl Rose appeared, who wa
noted In the company for her boldness.
. "Why- are you waiting here?" ehe
asked, raising her eyebrows with a ma
licious expression. "I am the last one;
no other remains. As to Julie, she ha
been gone a long time.
1 "Howl Gone!" anawared Kostovskl
his fac showing disappointment
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Rose with, a
gay laugh. "She left before the end of
the performance with her admirer! . And
she ha aever oeen true to you, my
poor friend I" : , - :
The painter toog a rew step ana
grabbed her hair. v
"It I not truer Be said noareeiy.
"But It la," she answered, "and it la
your fault She only wanted to make
herself more prominent, and you . re
flected the rays of light upon her so
well that all the orchestra la craxy over
her. Oh! She will get along now, Bhe
has no need of you now." - And the
chorus girl ran donwstalr laughing.
Kostovskl remained motionless In the
same xlace, and in the silence of the
empt theatre be felt in hi heart an
unknown pain.
When he knocked at the door of
Julie' room she received him coldly.
Her eyes appeared Indifferent and cold
under her heavy, - black brows. From
her hair, negligently combed, two curls
felt on her cheeks. Seated on a couch.
she read a book. . A flowing Japaneae
gown enveloped her.
"Julie" summered. Kostovskl, with
which the emotion choked him.
"Enough, you!" said she In a dry
voice, and feigning not to notice hia
trouble. "I really have other thing to
occupy myself with besides you,"
"Julis" he answered,
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- But, rearranging herself on the couch,
she plunged again into her book, aa If
nothing ought to Interfere with her.
This taciturn and frivolous nature of
the woman irritated him. Why thl In
sulting indifference when It - wa so
easy to frankly explain? . - r.
"Julia, you talk to me ' as if to a
visitor of whom you wished to get rid.
What do theae ceremonies mean?" -
"There are no ceremonies, " answered
she, "It Is simplicity itself. Just aa
are our relation. Each one la at
liberty to do what he wiahe to. I it
not o? I am reading. Tou also do
something. If you are bored, go bom."
"Listen," answered he boldly; T must
speak to you, and I will wait until you
have finished your book." ';
. Bhe did not answer htm and remained
seated on the touch considering her
open book. A heavy allenc reigned.
Kostovskl waa seated near- the - door.
Slightly reclining on pfllows, she took
the graceful pose of a cat and busied
herself with hiding her. small feet under
her gown. This provoked Kostovskt
But through the anger " which wa
growing in hi heart he felt the desire
to seise . her and ' embrace her. ' He
turned . away hi - eyea. On a port
manteaa lay her coat and her hood He
contemplated with irritation thla coat
and thla hood. He remembered with
what tenderness It protected her,
caressing her thick hair.
She threw the book furiously and
Jumped off th eouch. .'',; '
"W have nothing to Say to each
Other!" cried she, red with rage. "All
Is already said. It is time to finish with
this sentimental comedy." ; , -
Kostovskl, trembling, stood up. '
"Sentimental comedy," answered he
bitterly. "Julie! , What ha com be
tween u?" , . '
, "Nothing could have com between
us," answered she. "We are entirely
different on from th other. There la
nothing In common between ue, and it
ia necessary to break off our relation"
She moved her chair and sat herself
In an obscure corner and ' fixed her
large black eye on him.
. To Kostovskl h still seemed to see
an expression in net limpid eyes which
held htm. at th same time aha repulsed
him.
"I see," answered he, seating him
self hear her. "Tou wish me to leave
you. They say that you have another
admirer, one of the first rank. Oh.
well, let us part; but why this deceit
and this quarrel? . I don t wish that all
should end thus. I wish that we keep
a . good remembrance - for the future.
But Julie, try ,. to understand that
those of the flrsfxrank only trifle with
you. . white I I rov - you may r th
devil take you!"
He had aeixed her and ahook her with
hi enormous arms.'
"Oh! Tou are brutal! rou Burt met
Leeve-me! Tou will break my arms!'
She was looking - for a pretext to
quarrel. He on hi part felt his anger
boiling within .him.' A desire " burned
within him to beat her and to throw her
out of the door. He pressed her to Mm
ticher yet - Mi eyes grew larger, he
ground hi teeth and the muscles of hi
face contracted. .
1 "Oh!" said she. But he wa already
on his knees. ,
"Dearest adored one. my treasure, my
happlnesa! Tou are everything to me!
All my feelings, my thoughts, all are
for you! res, I am a brut, but I love
you! I do not wish to live without you!
If you repulse me, I will become gloomy
again. Listen, dearest! I ask pardon:
I kiss - your hand, your . dress; I cry
pardon!" ' : V v
. Kneeling before her, thl large and
robust man took tfye hands of this frail
creature, pouring kisses and tear on
them. '
iWhen he raised hla head he encoun
tered her strangely contradictory ex
pression. Those large, humid black eyea
expressed neither love nor compassion
nor contempt nor scorn, but something
horribly humiliating, resembling curios
ity, but more unpltylng. Th curiosity
of the naturalist when he experiments
with his Instruments on the living rab
bit or of an insect collector when he
has fastene- them ' living . with pins
through them.
Kostovskl - understood this - woman
now; he read her with hi spontaneous
and marvelou perception. Kostovskl
saw as an inspiration the bottom of
Julie's heart. He understood. He un
derstood that Julie could not love him;
that she was a being of an en
tirely different- world; that they
were wholly strange, one to the other.
All words died in his throat He said
nothing. He took his hat and. without
even looking back, ran from th bouse.
Without knowing how he got there.
h found himself In a low cafe fre
TCP,
quented by cab driver. For a long time
he had not drank. ' But at thl moment
he felt that the eafe wa indispensable
to . him; he needed th nots of th
voice around him. the smell of the
alcohol.. He aat down at an Isolated
table la a corner. ; He ordered a bottle
of brandy. Th table cloth waa stained
with beer;, the light of th lamp hardly
lit up the- cafe filled with drunken per
sona Th Walter with pal face hur
ried to aerva th drinks, and la an ad
Joining room i wa heard ' th billiard
ball One of th musicians sang th
chorua of a comlo song:
. "fcue J march ou que sans but J'erre.
, - Toujours a ma Julie, Je pense.' - I
"Oh. ..demon!" .exclaimed ' Koetovakl,
pouring out . a second glass - of liquor
which he swallowed in on gulp- He
grew angry, even here in thla saloon
she came to torment him. - He decided
to forget her; he execrated her; he held
her In contempt and wished no more to
remember her. Little by '. little hi
thought wandered from th tavern and
again ah took possession of hint. He
saw her in th costume of th siren.
Her . body was enveloped Ilk a fish,
covered with silvery scale lighted by
ray of all color and so wonderfully
beautiful! Her Irresistible emtle called
him while she swam down into th great
depths of th sea; and the man In love
with the alren knew that he wa lost
That never again would he recover hie
carelessness and a heart free from
wounds. He remembered what hi Ufa
wa before having known th ktsse of
the siren. He drank, yes, but th heart
had bean filled with gaiety and move
ment ' - v. ' ' . I
"Ah, devil f" roared he, emptying the
By Andrew Carnegie. " '
HERE Is. one encouraging Indlca-
tlon of progress within our race
as showing, it Is to be hoped, th
Influence of education upon th
masees la evolving clearer idea
of responsibility for their action.
Th attention of th British parlia
ment waa some time ago called to the
difficulty of obtaining recruits for th
army. Th shortage of officer in th
auxiliary force volunteers and militia)
la no less than it per cent on fourth
of the whole. The militia ha IJ.000
men less than before. The .'regular
army lack 241 officer and th British
army for India 1 short 11,000 British
recruit. - - ' '' . ..' ......
' The British government ' pronounces
this "th most serious problem which
confronts th . military authorities."
Some of the highest military authorities
see the- final remedy In conscription.
I rejoice In th knowledge that w in
America have on hand the earn prob
lem for our navy.. Our army, being
o email. Is not yet affeoted. All of
our warships cannot be manned 1,600
men, I believe, are lacking.
From this shortage of recruits w
are Justified In concluding that there
Is no longer a general desire In our race
to enter th services. This la specially
significant, a we are Informed that
Increase of pay would not greatly in
crease recruiting, as .recruits are ob
tained chiefly from a certain class.
We hear of a like trouble in another
profession, a scarcity of young, edu
cated, i conscientious men desirous of
entering th ministry, thought to be
owing to the theological tenets to which
they are required to subscribe.
Eminent soldiers have given th most
discouraging accounts of tbetr profes
sion. Napoleon declared it "the trade
of barbarians." Wellington writes Lord
Shaftesbury: - "War is a most detest
able thing. If you had seen but on
day of war, you would -pray God you
would never see -another."
General Grant offered a military re
view . by the Duke of Cambridge, de
clined, aaylng he never wlahed to look
upon a realment of soldiers again.
General Sherman wrote he was "tired
and sick of the war. Its glory Is ill
moonshine. It Is only those who have
neither Tired a shot nor heard the
shrieks and groans of the wounded who
cry aloud for more blood, more ven
geance, more desolation. War Is hell."
The professional soldier Is primarily
required for purposes of -aggression, it
being clear that if there were none i
attack non to defend would be needed.
The volunteer who arms only to be
better able to defend his horn and
country occupies a very different posi
tion from th recruit who enlist un
A TIMELY WORD
WON
bottle of liquor and trying to east off
th nlghtmar which had taken posses
sion of- him bat she tormented hint
unpltylngly. . She appeared first as a
fairy, then as a shepherd girl, then again
she approaohed draped la a vast flowing
rob and her brown curl fell on he
rosy cheeks; ah waa surrounded by
Inundating rays of light
In th billiard room th same song
war to be heard. Little by little the
room filled with a sort of fog which
hardly allowed th light to penetrate
through It The noise of the drinker
seemed farther away and wa heard
only at Interval aa an echo.
Th alren appeared in th midst of
all these shadow, laughing and making
sign to KostovskL At time he raised,
hla head and, aeetng th bottle, he con
tinued to drink. Th fog became denser,
whirling before hi, eyes, but through.
It he alway found th dear and poetl
Imag. .
After many days of searching In all
th low tavern they found Kostovskt
After they had sobered him he again
directed th maneuver at th bottom -of
th sea and of th alren. He had
again taken t hi former appearance;
dirty, neglected, ,xoer"ailent than ever,
and hi hair more matted and disordered
(han before. He placed himself behind -th
scenes, near th light to Illuminate
th scene. His heart seemed plunged in
th cold and th night; rag devoured
him. Thl time he resolutely evaded all
of th company; he hated vn hlmaelt -In
hi Isolation. ...
Tb sirens were swimming at th bot- .
torn of th ea; ha threw th light on
them. Only it wa no more th poetical
light ' It wa foggy and greenish, and .y
sad and th sirens appeared through it
suffering, and without life, and reeemb
ling skeletons. 1 .'
. And when Julie, ' in turn, crossed th
can in swimming In th depth, aa
usual, th mournful ray enveloped her
th sfren resembled a spectra, a (host
her face had grown blue, livid, horrible,
with black lips, black holes in place of
eye and her fishlike body became some
thing horrible and dlabollcaL . ,
Aa the painter alowly furned th re
flector he contemplated th funereal
ffecta which he created.- ' --- "
H felt th Infatuation within htm
effacing Itself. He saw that th woman
whom h had adored aa a beauty had
not been beautiful; that he had restored
haf finally to her reality. ' -
8h bad bean beautiful- only when
made so by" th illuminating rava of '
hi lov.
conditionally and blnda himself to go
forth and slay hla fallow as directed.
Th defense of horn and country , 1
may possibly become - necessary, al- -though
no man living la Britain or .
America ha ever seen invasion or la)
at all likely to see it i
That it 1 every man' duty t defenaV
horn and country goes without aaylng.
W should never forget however, that
which make it a holy duty to defend
one' home and country, alao make it
a holy duty not to Invade th country
of others, a truth which ha hitherto '
not been kept la mind. -
Whenever an International dispute
arises, no matter what party I In tuksreT
r, we should demand at one from our
government mat it offer to refer It to
arbitration, and, if necessary, we must
brea with our party. Peace Is abov
Party. :
Should th adversary have forestall od
our government In offering arbitration,
which for the sake of our race I trust
will never happen, we must Insist upon
its acceptance and listen to nothing
until it 1 accepted.' . ', -' -
W should drop all pubUo questions,
concentrate our effort upon the one
question which carries in its bosom th
Issue of peace or war. We muet lay
aside our politic tintll thl war Issue
Is settled. Thl 1 th time to l
effective. '";' ..'"'.,' . .
Refusal to arbitrate make war. even
In a good cause, unholy; aa offer to -arbitrate
lends dignity and Importance
to a poor one.-
-" Afraid of Comet, '
Muskogee Correspondence Kansas City
Star.'. ... .
Th Ignorant negroes throughout In
dian Territory are greatly excited by .
th reported approach of a destructive,
comet In many places they have quit ,
work and are assembling nightly in '
enurche and holding religious services.
It is reported at Fort Gibson and at
many other points along th Arkanss
river where there are large negro set
tlements that th comet It th only
thing talked about and th neg-.oe be
lieve that the world la coming to an
end. This condition has reached such
proportions that th Times-Democrat
a local newspaper, telegraphed Prof. ',
P. J. J. See of Mare Island, asking hi
opinion about th comet ' His reply
was: . -
"Th comet I a ghost of th air. It
I going from th earth Instead of to
ward it Ther I no danger of eon
tact" A great many InHiane have also be
come alarmed over the agitation. At
Westvllle It Is reported thst meeting ,
are being held nightly and prayers of- -fered.
These reports come from th
mailer town and rural communities.