Show LADT LADY GIRALDI NAd A or aka AUZ it BABBITT aport 1 ewt writes wu to 0 o A an friend A room in wycombe hall nine late aj in in ahr evening concluded from sundays Sun dayt borning yet 0 god goda I 1 said 0 grave 1 I 1 eaid said 0 mother mothers heart and bosom with W ith whom first and last are equal and corpe and little child I 1 we are fool fools to your our deductions in il these figments of heart closing I 1 we are Irai Irai tore to your caulter ca ultes in these sympathies lym defiled ledl 1 learn more reverence madam not for rank or wealth that ao needs no learning that comes quickly quick as aln bin doea ay and culminates to bin sin but lor for adams seed MAN max I 1 trust me lis a clay above your scorning with gode gods image stamped etain pod upon it and gode gods kindling kindlin breath within what right have you badim inid tm gating gazing in your palace mirror daily getting so by heart your beauty which all othere others must dorc adow while you draw tho the golden ringlets down your our fingers to vow gaily you will wed DO no man ony only good to god godi and nothing morel more 73 why what right have you raade fair by that same god the sweetest woman of all women ho ile has Ushio fashioned ned with your lovely spirit face which would seem too near to vanish if its emile smile were not so human and your voice of holy sweetness turnlee common word words to grace what right can cannou you have gode gods other works to scorn desel dec pise e revile them in the gross as mero mere men broadly not as a noble men forsooth As mere a of the outer world forbidden to assoil them in the hope of hung living dying near that sweetness of your mouth bravo you any answer madam it if my spirit were lea less earthly if ite its instruments were gifted with s bettor better silver string I 1 would kneel down where I 1 stand and say Benol dime I 1 11 I 1 am ain worthy of thy loving for I 1 lovo love thee I 1 I 1 ail am v orthy worthy as a kins king As it its is your pride I 1 swear shall feel this stain upon her that I 1 poor weak lost with passion scorned by me and abdou andou you again love you ou madam dare to love you to my grief and your dishonor to my endless desolation and your impotent disdain 1 11 more mad words like these more madness friend I 1 need not write them fuller and I 1 hear my hot soul dropping on the lines in showers of tears oh a wom bomin an friend a woman I 1 why a beast had scarce been duller than roar bestial loud complaints against the shining of the spheres but at last list there came a pause I 1 stood all vibrating biting with thunder which my soul bd had usel used chesil the nl ente ence drew her bar fio face up like a call could vou you guess what word she uttered she looked up as if in in wonder with tears beaded on her lushes lashes arld and aid said Bertra bertramn mV 1 it was all if ehe she had caused me and she might have bavo or if even with queenly bearing which at needs is ie used by women she had risen up and aud said sir you are my guest and therefore I 1 have given vou you a full hearing now beseech you chioso a name exacting somewhat less instead I 1 had borne W it but that bertram why by it lies there on the paper amore A mero word w without her accent accenti and you cannot judge the weight of the calm which crushed my pae pas siona I 1 seemed drowning in a vapor and her gentleness destrO destroyed Ted me whom lier her scorn mado made desolate so go struck backward and exhausted by that inward flow of passion winch which had rushed on sparing nothing into forms of abstract truth with a logic agonizing through un seemly demonstration and with youth youths sown own anguish turning grimly gray cray the haira hairs of youth bythe by tre sense accursed and ins ini tant that if even I 1 wisely I 1 basely using truth if what I 1 indeed wae was true to Toa avenge vongo wrong on a woman her who nho eat sat there weighing nicely A full manhood worth found guilty of uch such deeds as I 1 could do with euch such wrong and wo we exhausted what I 1 suffered and occasioned A As a wild horse through a city run runs with lightning in his eyes and then dashing at sit a churchs cold and passive wall impassioned strikes the death into ills his burning brain and blindly drop drops and dies so I 1 fell struck down before her I 1 do you ou blame me friend for weakness my ft ot of jamsion a slew me 1 fell before her like a stone fast the dreadful world rolled from me on ite its boarin roaring wheels of blackness I 1 when the light came I 1 ws was lying in thi thili chamber and alone oh of course she charged her lacque quays to beabout bear out the sickly burden and to cast cut it from I 1 glicr i er scornful ful sig eight ht but not beyond abe th egale ga r she wai was too kind to bo be cruel and to too haughty not to pardon such a man as a I 1 something eom ething to bo be level lev el to lor her hate but for me you now are ar conscious why my friend I 1 write this letter lion how my life is read all backward and the chana charm of life undone I 1 shall leave her house at dawn I 1 would tonight to night it if I 1 were better and nd I 1 charge my soul to hold told my body strengthened for the BUS sun when the eun sun hae has dyed the oriel I 1 depart with no last gazed no weak meanings one word only left la in writing dorher for her handa bands out of reach of all derision and OW una vaili ng pr praises alses to mako make front against this thi anguish in the far fir and foreign land lands I 1 im a ar v 17 blamo blame mo me not I 1 would not squander life in grief I 1 am abstemious 1 I 1 but nUr narmy nursery my spir spirit itle falcon hut that its it winde may soar again a ain there theres no room for tears of weakness in tho the blind eye eyes of a Phe phemina Phem mius iua into work the pool poet kneads themo and he be does not die till then conclusion bertram finished tho the last pages while j along the silence ever still in hot and heavy spi spices hes fell the tear tears on every leaf navin having ended lie fie leans backward ia in ilia his chair with lips that quiver from the deep unspoken ay and deep unwritten thought thoughts of brief grief son soh 1 how bow still the lady I 1 ti a dream I 1 a dream 0 of mercies twist twixt the purple latice curtains cur taing how she still and pale I 1 tie tig a vision pure sure of mercies mere ies bent to soften his self curses sent to sweep a patient qui quiet et oer the tossing of his wail eyes ho be said now throbbing through me I 1 aro are ye eye eyes that did undo me 7 shining eye eyes liko like antique jewels set et in statue stone I 1 underneath that calm white forehead are ye yo ever burning torrid oer the desolate sand desert dettert of my heart and lito life undone with a stir uncertain in the air tho the purple curtain Swell eth in and h out around her motionless palo pale brows while tho the gliding of the river sends a rippling noise tor for ever through the opened cament whitened by tho the moonlights slant repose said he vision of a lady I 1 stand there silent stand there steady I 1 now I 1 seo it plainly plainly now I 1 cannot hope or doubt thre the browe brows of mild repression here there the lips of silent passion curved like an archers bow to end send the bitter arrow arrows out ever evermore the whilo while in a blow blou silence she kept smiling and approached him slowly slowly in a gliding measured pace with her two white hands extended aa as if praying one offended and a look of supplication gazing ea earnest r in his face said bo he wake me by no gesture aund sound of breath or stir of vesture ves turo let tho the blessed apparition melt not yet to ita its divine I 1 no approaching approach in g hushi hush I 1 no breathing I 1 or my heart must swoon to death in chattoo that too utter life thou br ingest 0 thou dream of geraldine Gerald lne ever evermore the while in a plow silence she kept smiling but the tears ran over lightly from her eyes and tenderly dost thou bertram truly love me Is no woman far above me found more worthy of thy poet heart than such a one as IV said he be 1 would dream so ever like the flowing of that river flowing ever in a shadow greenly onward to the sea so thou vision of all sweetness princely to a full coin completeness complete ners would my heart and life flow onward deathward through thia this dream of terz I 1 ever evermore the ilia while in slow silence she kept smiling to the silver tears ran faster down the blushing of her cheeks then with both her hands enfolding both of his hi she softly told him bertram it I 1 say I 1 jove love thee tie its the vision only speaks softened quickened to adore her on his knee he fell before her and she whispered low in triumph it shall bo be is I 1 have sworn very rich ho he is in virtues very a noble cartes and I 1 shall not blush in kno knowing ing that men call him lowly born I 1 TUB tim north Ame american ritan says if 0 a political banana peel should get under unde r president heels gov hill would be the biggest man in the democratic party 11 and the new now york sun asks why lug in tho the iff ift |