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,1 VtHE "OREGON -,SUjNDAY;' JOtnWAIlTORTIJU NOVEKrBERV'1903"' ' 4 A &5k c- My feg -CI 3 III : rmther extravagant Ink-olack iudm and a straleht young stare, which seemed to aoeuae. If not con demn. She was being educated at a. ruinously as. pensive school with a number of other, inordinate! - too - lavishly . supplied with pocket f. .'A Jil DSESK S . ........ '.if dressed money. A Betty, wo are told, could not' endure Sir Nigel Anstruthere, who married her sister Rosalie and later abused her unspeakably. Betty, as she grew older, "had been taken to France and placed in a echoed. . - f ., When Betty got to England she doubtless won what she wanted an ideal husband, who severely punished Sir Nigel for C abusing her sisters The description of her is pleasing ; ' ng-llmbed young rn on a fine, slim x s ii FT MEEOIWES' OI? : cTiorAsAuTEions .D. ARTISTS ;V . See. Them;. mil .... J m 1 ! v -ir i., J Id. x c J1 , ill S'mV''" - tea " 1 It j ? s I I m V. J; .'A 11'. 1 f l il'ik'V"''.-' .'.i a. m a n .' ' WW ' ! - : Ik'' . . ' 31-1 1 out as a figure-"of charming young wom anhood. She, however, waa not won so readily as the fair Helena. Perhaps b cause she was younger. But, put yourself into. Captain Selwyn's place and you are introduced: - As he stood there, a sound at the door aroused him, and he turned to -confront a young- glririn hat, veil and furs, who-was leisurely advancing toward him, strlpplng the gloves from a pair of very white hands. ' ' . , . "How do you do, Captain Selwynr sna said. "I am Eileen Erroll, and I am com mlseloned to give you some tea. The call; dren seem to be qulte-craiy about you She unfastened her veil, threw back stole and coat, and, rolling up her gloves on h" wrists, seated herself by the table. Quite crasy about you," she continued, and you're to be Included in bedtime prayers, X believe. No stigar? Lemon T" She had given htm tea. Now aha sat upright In her chair, smiling, distrait, her hat casting a luminous shadow across her eyes; the-nuny turs and - shoulder, settled loosely about her . waist , At slxtsen Betty was a strong ' nymph whose small head, act mE eo.VtnVJ. of tnToar might well have been crowned 7 " i .7B,"i?"a " goaaesa or health and Joy or life. She was light and swift, and being a creature of long ljne and tender curves,, there was pleasure in the mere seeing of her move. I The-out-ot bar spirited lip. and dellcata nos. trll. made for a profile at which one turned t look more than once, despite one's self. Her hair was soft and black, and repeated lta eolor Jn the extravagant lashes, of her childhood, which v made mysterious the changeful dense blue of her yes. They were eyes with laughter In them. and pride and a suggestion of many deep things as yet unstirred. . . t . , ., V ,7 o it lwas no small wonder that the Lord Mount Dunstan fell head orer heels in love. f Mrs, Edith" Wharton, with her-art of de scription, may be expected to present an alluring heroine. In "The Fruit of the Tree," Jhn Amherest, assistant manager of her mills, goes to sp Mrs. Westmore. , - y . . ?r-t "Westmore's beauty was like a blinding light abruptly tamed on eyesubdued to obsour lty. As he spoke, his glance passed from her face to her .halr, and remained caught In . Its meshes. He had never seen such hair It did not seem to graw in the usual orderly way, but bubbled up all over hr head In independent . clusters of brightness, breaking, about the brow, . the temples, the nape. Into little Irrelevant waves . and eddies of light, with dusky, hollows of soft, ness where tBe hand might plunge..' .- Mrs. Wharton's heroine was not an entirely, unselfish and devoted woman, and she died after being thrown from her horse died of an over dose of morphia, administered by the woman who later became her. husband's wife. " Mrs. Glyn's heroine -of. "Three Weeks" is introduced as entering a dining room in a hotel in Switzerland. She herself was all In black, and her hat an expensive, distinguished looking hat oast a shadow over her eyes. He could Just see they were east down en her plate. Her face waa white, he saw that plainly enough, startllngly white, like a magnolia bloom, and contained no marked , features, No features at all I he said to himself. Yes ha was wrong, she had oertainly a mouth worth looking at again. It was so red, a patient away. tll Scvr r l OME person has said that the heroine is the secret of tye success of any book. KJ There are, of course, such isolated cases )as "David Harum," "Eben Holden" and "Treasure Island," but of recent popular suc cesses in literature this rule may generally be said to hold true. Of the heroine, adorable creature, xvhat do z- i A i r t.f i r you Know! now ao me nerotnes or various novels compare? How do authors introduce them, and enable them to win their way .into " one's afectionsf And the artists who illustrate the books how do they picture the pleasing women who live on blithely and tread the golden path of romance? THERE is no more fascinating creature in fiction than the loquacious Dolly of the Dialogues. But then Mr. Hope, chivalrous gentleman, may be expected to do the gallant thing by ail bis ladies, as he has done by his latest creations the glorious Helena, of "Helena's Path," for instance, who refused to permit her. neighbor, Lord iLynborough, to use a path crossing her estate, which resulted in many complications and the defiant Helena's capitulation. This is how Mr. Hope introduces her : u : ; Helena Vlttoria Maria Antonla, Marchesa dl .San t. Bervolo, was now in her twenty-fourth year. Born of an Italian father and an English mother, she had be- - stowed- her- hand on her paternal country, but her ' heart remained. In her mother's. The marchese took ier as his second wife and his last pecuniary resource; V In both capacities she soothed- his declining years. 1 Happily footer and not unhappily for the world at jarge these were few. He had not time to absorb her - youth or to spend more than a small portion of her Inheritance. the waa left. a widow stepmother.' of adult ItaUaa. offspring owner for life of an Apennlna fortress. - -;-,- . -' . : She liked the ertress much, but disliked the step children (the youngest was of .-.her own- age) more.,. . Kngland her mother's - home presented Itself In tha light of- a refuge - . . . . . L But how shall she receive the-lord who trespasses) upon her property I , - . -- - r" The marchesa eat in a high armchair,, upholster . ; j ; In tarnUhed, fading gold.. Tha sun from the window. : v. , i anone en her hair; her tace was half Wehadow. Bha , i rested fatr head on her left hand;, tha right lar.on her IM ' ... -i.' . : s .. . - j A 7 :S&JfMiy1 s6 t -i i I TV IMF V, At last, however," after ...waiting one-evening, she said: "Find me when you can get Again, as of old, her outstretched hand the little formality symbolizing to him he Importance of all that concerned them. He touched It. "A blentot," he said. "Out on the lawn there farther out In the starlight," he whispered his voice broke "my darling." She bent her head, passing slowly be fore him, turned, looked back, her answer In her eyes, her lips. In every limb, every line and contour of her, as she stood a mo--ment looking back. What lover would not have followed? The American young lady, of sur passing wealth and beauty, who goes abroad and captivates the heart of an English lord, comparable to Adonis and Hercules, with the debonair graces of a Sir Launcelo,, is a favorite character with readers. One of the most charming was Miss Bettina Vnnderpocl, the heroine ' of Mrs. Burnett's "The Shuttle." We are introduced to hen. when she is a child: Betty at eight had long legs and a square but delicate, small face. Her well opened steel-blue eyes were noticeable for ':. i It VOICE LIKE RICH MUSIC Later, after their meeting, Paul Verdayns observed that her voice was like rich music Her ageT But what waa age or youth? And what was beauty itself, when a woman whose face was neither young nor beautiful could make him feel he was looking at a divine goddess, and thrilling as he had never dreamt of doing In real : lifeT ' She lingered over his name as if It war music, thrilling him every time, and as she leaned back among the purple .cushions .her figure so supple in its lines It made him think of a snake. And ha noticed , her mouth again. It neither drooped nor, smiled, it was straight, and chiseled and strong, and small- rather, and the lower Up was rounded and' slightly cleft in tha center. A most appetizing red flower of a mouth. In "The Car of Destiny,", by 0. N. and A, M. Williamson, we are introduced to Lady Monica in the way Ouida used to 'present her heroines. Lady Monica is betrothed to a Span ish nobleman, and her English lover, who tells the story, has many adventures in winning her. Thus the stricken one tells of a meeting: A glrlasprang out of the carriage," her white figure and rippling hair of daffodil gold In full moonlight. i. . .,, I stood as a man might stand "who sees a -vision, hardly breathing. I made no sound and yet she turned and saw me, sheltered as I waa by the dappled trunk of a tall plane tree. It was aa if I had called and she had answered. I knew she had remembered me, and that aba did not misunderstand my presence. There waa no anger In her face, only surprise, and a light which was hidden as she drooped her head, and passed on through the gate. I could have Bung the song of the stars. Julia Polkington, in "The Good Comrade," presents the type of a simple, truthful, charming girl, who endeavors to save a father addicted to drink and making debts. Miss Julia, we are told, was not pretty, therefore she was seldom to be found in the drawing room alone; she knew better than to attempt to occupy the stage by herself. Her father owes a, debt to Mr. Raw-son-Clew, who, out of pity, cancels it. While giving her father tea Julia sees" the paper. Her eyes blazed as she read. " She tore the paper across and then across again. Her father indignantly tries to prevent her, declaring the note made nun free. "Free," Julia said with scorn. "Tour debt la discharged," she said gently, "but mine la not: it has been shifted, not cancelled; it Ilea with me and Mr. Rawson-Clew now, and It shall be ! paid somehow." And do you wonder .that she paid the debt when Mr. Eawson-Clew was in love with her I 'Iff - knee. It was stripped of any ring unadorned, white. Her cheeks were pale the olive reigned unchal lenged; bar lips were set tight, her eyes downcast Sha made.no movement when Lord Lynborough entered. He bowed, while the clock ticked the minute of which he had raved and dreamed, the night before, while she felt his lips slightly brush the akin of her hand.' - "I have rendered my homage," Aha sal J. - - "It Is accepted." Suddenly teara sprang to her eyea But Helena is courteous and invites her now ree onciled foe to luncheon. He is bold, very bold, for br says: . . - . . "It may be that some day yea, soma day soon In , return for the homage of my llpa on your hand, I would ask the, recognition of my blips' right on yeur -. Cheek." , - - Then- . : , Phe came Bp-to htm and laid her'hahd an his arm. : "Suffer me a little -while, my lord," she said.- "Iou'm swept Into my life-like a whirlwind; you would carry1 me by assault as though I were a rebellious city. Am I. to be won before -ever I waa wooed?" -: , , "Tou shan't laqk wooing." be said flulckly. ' .! . Of the folk in "The Younger Set-Eileen sUnds . 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