MODJESKA. MODJESKA AS " JULIET." (FROM THE PHOTOGRAPH BY SCHOLL.) the Pacific Mail Steamer to Panama and Before returning he went up to his partner's house. He asked for Miss Ffrench and was shown into the room where she sat writing letters. She neither looked pleased nor displeased when she saw him, but rose to greet him at once. She gave him a rather long look. "What is the matter?" she asked. Suddenly he felt less bold. The heat of his excitement failed to sustain him. He was all unstrung. "I've come to tell you not to go out," he said. "There's trouble afoot-in the trade. There's no knowing how it'll turn out. There's a lot of chaps in th' town who are not in th' mood to see aught that'll fret 'em. They're ready for mischief, and have got drink in 'em. Stay you here until we see which way th' thing's going." "Do you mean," she demanded, "that there are signs of a strike?" "There's more than signs of it," he answered, sullenly. "Before night the whole place will be astir." She moved across the room and pulled the bell. A servant answered the summons instantly. "I want the carriage," she said. Then she turned to Haworth with a smile of actual triumph. "Nothing would keep me at home," she said. "I shall drive through the town and back again. Do you think I will let them fancy that I am afraid of them ?" "You're not afraid?" he said, almost in a whisper. "I afraid?" she answered, "I?” "Wait here," she added. She left the room, and in less than ten minutes returned. He had never before seen in her the fire he saw then. There was a spark of light in her eyes, a color on her cheek. She had chosen her dress with distinct care for its luxurious richness. His exclamation, as she entered buttoning her long, delicate glove, was a repressed oath. He exulted in her. His fear for her was gone, and only this exultation remained. "You've made up your mind to that?" he said. He wanted to make her say more. "I am going to see your mother," she answered. "That will take me outside of the town, then I shall drive back again— slowly. They shall understand me at least." She let him lead her out to the carriage, which by this time was waiting. After she was seated in it, she bent forward and spoke to him. "Tell my father where I am going and why," she said. (To be continued.) THEOCRITUS. DAPHNIS is mute, and hidden nymphs complain, And mourning mingles with their fountains' song; Shepherds contend no more, as all day long, They watch their sheep on the wide, silent plain; The master-voice is silent, songs are vain; Blithe Pan is dead and tales of ancient wrong Done by the gods when gods and men were strong, Chanted to waxèd pipes, no prize can gain: O sweetest singer of the olden days, In dusty books your idyls rare seem dead, The gods are gone, but poets never die; Though men may turn their ears to newer lays, Sicilian nightingales enrapturèd Caught all your songs, and nightly thrill the sky. MODJESKA. JULIET." (FROM THE PHOTOGRAPH BY SCHOLL.) the Pacific Mail Steamer to Panama and Before returning he went up to his partner's house. He asked for Miss Ffrench and was shown into the room where she sat writing letters. She neither looked pleased nor displeased when she saw him, but rose to greet him at once. She gave him a rather long look. "What is the matter?" she asked. Suddenly he felt less bold. The heat of his excitement failed to sustain him. He was all unstrung. "I've come to tell you not to go out," he said. "There's trouble afoot-in the trade. There's no knowing how it'll turn out. There's a lot of chaps in th' town who are not in th' mood to see aught that'll fret 'em. They're ready for mischief, and have got drink in 'em. Stay you here until we see which way th' thing's going." "Do you mean," she demanded, there are signs of a strike?" "that "There's more than signs of it," he answered, sullenly. "Before night the whole place will be astir." She moved across the room and pulled the bell. A servant answered the summons instantly. "I want the carriage," she said. Then she turned to Haworth with a smile of actual triumph. 66 Nothing would keep me at home," she said. "I shall drive through the town and back again. Do you think I will let them fancy that I am afraid of them ?" "You're not afraid?" he said, almost in a whisper. "I afraid?" she answered, "I?" "Wait here," she added. She left the room, and in less than ten minutes returned. He had never before seen in her the fire he saw then. There was a spark of light in her eyes, a color on her cheek. She had chosen her dress with distinct care for its luxurious richness. His exclamation, as she entered buttoning her long, delicate glove, was a repressed oath. He exulted in her. His fear for her was gone, and only this exultation remained. "You've made up your mind to that?" he said. He wanted to make her say more. "I am going to see your mother," she answered. "That will take me outside of the town, then I shall drive back againslowly. They shall understand me at least." She let him lead her out to the carriage, which by this time was waiting. After she was seated in it, she bent forward and spoke to him. "Tell my father where I am going and why," she said. MODJESKA. MODJESKA AS " 'JULIET." (FROM THE PHOTOGRAPH BY SCHOLL.) the Pacific Mail Steamer to Panama and |