Young Man from the West, "eyes that fill the soul with Heaven and Hell at once; her eyes are to the eyes of other women as diamonds are to dirt. Her hair is a golden dream; her voice-her voice I have never heard, but her figure is a ravishment to the senses, a bewildering dream of grace. Have you seen her?" No, I have not seen her. I passed a girl a moment ago, but it was quite another. She had a pinched-up, snobby face was distinctly uninteresting, and without a particle of style. There she is now, standing on the cliff." The Young Man from the West, who had not listened to the last few words, exclaimed: "Ah! 'tis she!" and hurried in that direction. Throwing himself at her feet he cried : "Pardon me, oh, beautiful angel; but I love you more than all in life. I PRIGGIE FAINTS. "Young man, know you not that the blood of the Pursyprouds and the Hevvistiles, runs in my veins; that I am connected by marriage with the Pompusprigs, the Ha-Ha-Bloos, the Ho-Ho-Bloods, and with all the first families of the Hub?" The young man answered, "These things scare me not. I love you for what you are. No taint of blood can turn aside my love!" Priggie looked upon him with dilated eyes, then gasped and swooned away. Before he could catch her she fell to the earth. He raised her head gently in his arms, and finding her lips so near his own he put a burning kiss upon them. Priggie jumped as though a bee had stung her. Springing to her feet she drew her hand across her mouth as if to cast away the profanation; then muttered with a look of horror: "Held in his arms, and kissed, by a stranger! What death too sudden? What grave too deep?" Then, in a lower tone, "The worst of it is we have been observed." Readjusting her hat and hair, she cast a scornful look upon the Young Man from the West, walked stiffly to the edge of the cliff, and stepped over the edge. The waves closed above her and that was the last of Priggie. The same sea washed the edges of the Hub, and therefore knew it was more comme if faut to retain the body than to cast it ashore and create a scene. And ever since that day the waters of this north shore have been colder than at other places along the Ameri can coast. · LIFE · THE TURNING OF THE WORM. LIFE'S COMPLIMENTS AND REGRETS. MR. AUGUSTIN DALY has the assurance of LIFE's most sincere consideration and also LIFE's equally sincere condolences. "Love in Tandem on his stage. is so stupid that it must pain Mr. Daly to see it It must also grieve him to see the remarkable excellencies of his company wasted on such dramatic trash. And his anguish must become even more poignant when he thinks that he himself selected the play and adapted it to the American stage. His suffering is doubtless ameliorated somewhat when he finds that he has injected some clever dialogue into the piece and when he contemplates the clever work done by his company. Ere this he has doubtless taken himself into his study and after the self-infliction of several coups de pied has inquired of himself what is the matter with his powers of adaptation. conclusion that he hasn't used good judgment in picking out his material. He has probably reached the And LIFE, with continued remembrance of what theatre-goers owe to Mr. Daly for his past successful efforts, renews its assurances of esteem and hopes he will do better next time. * * MISS AGNES HUNTINGTON'S new opera, "Captain Therese," abounds in catchy and musicianly music. The company is good and well trained. The action of the piece drags at points, but, is in the main interesting and amusing. Miss Huntington shows decided improvement in her dramatic work over that she did in " to an attack of the grip, her voice is at the present writing-beyond Paul Jones," but, owing criticism. The piece is well mounted, the chorus being especially brilliant, and "Captain Therese," altogether, furnishes an agreeable evening's amusement. He: YOU KNOW, THEY HAVE A FINE IDEA IN CHINA; THEY KILL ALL THE GIRL-BABIES, AND GIVE THEM TO THE HOGS. She: AH! AND THEY HAVE GROWN UP. HERE THE GIRLS ARE NOT GIVEN TO THE HOGS TILL |