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Nigel Anstruthere, who married her sister
Rosalie and later abused her unspeakably. Betty,
as she grew older, "had been taken to France
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won what she wanted an ideal husband, who
severely punished Sir Nigel for C abusing her
sisters The description of her is pleasing ; '
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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
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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-
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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 ,
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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
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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
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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
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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 -.
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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.
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