The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 28, 1902, Page 14

14 THE SUNDAY CALL | CONDUCTED BY | B. G. LATHROP. HAT prol sensational author o ¢ writer of popular and ction, Marie Corelli, Che Master Christian,” “Barabas,” “Ardath Satan, A Ro- * etc., ete., Is his time she offers us y Supremacy,” under the title soral Power,” published by Dodd. Mead & o New York. “Tempo Power” as a name for a nd good in the abstract, the reader of book of th cter of the buok. but, as thefe much In & name atter @4, this muswers.as well as any Onef. more ‘concrete We Muguc “Lessons in Kiug pie VE muiel, DoWihlad OL~BCi- t Conguers hings, cove o' be a e would be even more n as a nove, the ieust, ig. SNMe.is newer al .uation—ahd it the t there according to the happenings 1n real lite, it toe case. (rine of events and of tne occurrences in tne are more inan improbabie ne border iine of faify- Power” affords the lendid opportunities. to Jasung names of keen ; a<ide goiden dreams 1 high powers of fihe i appreciation, even the t aemit that this Marie Corelli's 1avor. ‘Lnis hac even the will read ail e too mény i probiematic as cker aller Sensa- r hand, Lhere 1§ 1o pledse the lteraly would delve and govers- tor aigmalic i a joss 1n situat seliera sne cle high and the est 10 tHE Very with. the countiy of 18 idia, are in the midst of .a i revolutionists. real King—not who ¢ deserves o well as by the personage of to say the been the heir iging_ himseif d vices that go ssition; then comes death of his the King. For himself with ai- tre Government to elves; then comes a and the dawning some of the re- uméd By r ing grad- careless dawdier a action. He ow for him- of state and and goes forth truth which he have kept from something of of the weal of his 1 the fierce light that into the darkest mily's life and we move us to-look more_charits ction of this hero-King—King are but men, For this mons endowed men wou'd se of his kingship wretchedly _alone, B . surrounded by, ser- vile flatt an early age he has had forced upon him a matrimonial al- lance. A quotation here will give to the reager the keynote of the situations that are to follow this e very vir with a envy, b must lead v concluded, ook thelr de- parture g crowds, for e stately castie high among the mountains pile, whigh posal for the the wealthiest of the as soon 2 equer- fiunkeys, and ever tdoor retat e together, royal came t val busband and asked to be allowed 1o speak a few words on the sub e, “for the first and lust time, & etraight glance fiom the col mystery of her eyes. was doubly nd_expressicn ade =he made the re- aily studying hers not but regard him- rather particularly and social machinery persuading =0’ falr a creature f to the doubtlul des- tiny of a throne had laid aside her mag- nificens bridal ‘robes of ivory satin and cloth- .'ana red e him in loose of B ng hite, with her rich hair nd 4nd’ Fippling to her knees 1 speak?' she murmur hled redly he replied, half smiling. “¥ou do fme Avo much requesting petmission.” As be spoke he b raiing her eves. with a stringe look “*Do not,” she sald Let be h ast, . J from henceforth “be querade, but let us men and true’ weman Mtion into which we ¢ curselves by othe Profoundly aston:sk he Prince was silent, ‘e had mot thought this girl of nineteen pok- sae8ed any force of character or any intsiec- toal power of reasoning. He had judged her @8 no doubt glad to become a great princets ond "2 poseible future queen, and he had i glven ber credit for any finer or higher feeling. You know,” she continued U MUt Sure- 1y w—" here, despite the strong restraint sise put upon herself, her voice broke, and her slight figure ayed in its white draperies as #hout to fall, She looked at him with a sense of rising tears in her throat—tears of which #he was ashamed, for she was full of a passk and her , but she, upon him a pride ana pafh. let us pley at formalj- euch other for 1 our 1ifé together must or less of a mak- to-night be as true and frankly face the ve been thrust, mot Ate emotion. 100 Strong for weeping, @ con- tempt herself and of him, too great for mire clamor. Was he €0 much of a man jn the slow thick® density of his brain she thought, s 10 have no instinctive perception of her. utter mise He hustened to her &nd tried to take her hands, but she drew herself eway from him and sank Gown iIn a chair as if exh “¥ou are tired.” he sa'd kindly. *“The tedl- oue,ceremoniel. the still more tedious congratu latione, and the fatiguing journey from the capital to this place have been too much for your etrength. You must rest!” 4t is not that,” she answered, “not that. 'I R RN, e S ‘waTer " HE WHISPERED." 2m not tired, but—but—Y cannot say way pray- eré to-uight till you know my whole heart!" curious reverence and pity moved him. day long he had been in a state of resent- ful irritation—he bad loathed himself for hav- ing consented to marry this girl heér—he had branded himself inwardly as @ lier and hypocrite when he had sworn his mar- Tiage vows ‘‘before God,” belleved in God such vows taken untruthfully were. mere blasphemy, and now she herself, a young thing tenderly brought up like a tropi- cel flower in the enervating hothouse atmos- phere of court life conseicusners o SED Poor BENTLY AND whereas if he truly d such a_pure, her that she actually with the slightest blur of & He waited wonderingly. “I bave plighted my falth to you before she said, speaking more it is the truth; judge, therefors, the extent of the sacrifice T make to God and our two coun- tries in giving myself to you!” The Prince stood amazed and confounded. Was she mad? her with & curlous, half-doubting scrutiny and noted the composure of her attitude, the cold There was evi- ysteria, no sur-excitation of nerve about this calm, statuesque beauty, which in line and curve of mutinied against him and d zled, yet fascinated, he sou some “clue to her meaning. “There are women, love. or what Is calied love, whom marriage is the utm: I am not one of these. secret on her sowi! God's altar to-day, Did she rave? He studied thoukht I saw that there was no other way of siatisfying the two nations to which we belong apd cementing the friendly relations between There is no woman of royal birth, so it has been pointed out to me, who is .so suit- able, from a political point of view, to be your 1t is for the sake of and country that you must marry, God to forgive me if I have done wrong in his sight by wedding you simply for duty's your father, aré connected with our two familles desire our and have assured me that it is right and me to give up my life to yours. women's lives must be martyred to the laws made by men—or o it seems to me. e from the general doom appor- I therefore accept the des- tiny which transfers me to you as a diece of human vroverty for possession and command. I accent it freely, but I will not say gladly, because that would not be true, for I 8o not love you—1I cannot love you! know that and to feel it, that ask from me what I cannot giv There were no tears in her eyes. at him straightly and steadfas turn, met her gaze fully. a little and a shadow of pained regret and commiseration darkened his handsome feature: “¥ou love some one else?" She rose from her chair and confronted him, & glow of passionate vride flushing her cheeks her expression. loveliness silently espised him. Puz- ght in his mind for she went on, ‘‘to whom {8 necessary—for 0st good of extst- Had I my own life away from all let nothing of myself be theirs give all I am and all I have me what I am. For truly ut any affectation at all, 1 rriage, not as an honor, but a men—T would to claim—I wo to God, who made and honestly, witho expect 1o es tiohed to my sex. been less in earnest he might have his, but her beaut: Wwas by the fervor of her feeli something quits i moment dazzled him. “Am I to understand—" he She interrupted him with a swi while the rich color swept over her f; warm wave. “‘Understand nothing”—she that I do not love you, because For the rest I am your wife; and as your wife I give myself tion wholly and in_all th He advanced and took her “This is a strange bargain gently kissed her, She answered nothing—only a faint shiver trembled through her as she endured the ci For a moment or two he surveyed her in ellence—it was a singular and novel expe- rience for him, as a future king, to be the lawfu) possessor of a woman’s beauty. and yet with all his sovereignty to be unable to Wake one thrill of tenderness In the frozen soul imprisoned In such exquisite flesh and blood. He was inclined to disbelfeve her assertions— there must be emotisn, inthis fafr creature. though she seemed a goddess newly d from’inaccessible heights of heaven, was still ntensified as it &, seemed trans- upernatural, 1 want you to ou may not which for the His face had paied 1d—*"but this— he asked softiy. I can love no to you and yom T would not be a traitor o you in so much.as a thought! Had I loved any one else 1 ould never have married you ough you had been ten times a Prince You do not understand. ssionless, with- * he said, and u heartwhole and e Tove word ory or a single incldent you loved any man, be- y childhood 1 have hated I loathe their presence— their looks—their voices—their manners—if one should touch my hand in ordinary courtesy my instincts are offended and revolted and ths sense of outrage remains with me for days. My mother knows this and says I am ‘un- But natural or noi, 1 have never cause from my and feared all men he thought, It may be so: only a woman? And upon the whole he was not {ll-pleased with the curious revelation she had made of herself. He preferred the col ness of women to thelr volcanic eruptions, and would take more pains to melt the snow of reserve than to add fuel to the flame of ardor. You have been very frank with me,’” he sald at last, after a pause, as he loosened her hands and moved a little apart from her— ‘‘And whether your physical and mental hatred of my sex is a defect in your nature, or an ex- ceptional virtue, I shall not quarrel with it. I am myself not without faults; and the chief- est of these is one most common to all men. I desire what I may not have, and covet what 1 do not possess. Sol We understand each other!" Bhe raised her eyes—thoss beautiful deep eyes with the moonlight glamor in them—and for an instant the shining soul of her, pure 10 WITH A HERVY K12 sere (2 “Carrmm NorCRGsS l LEVERED uP THE HE illustrations on this page are by I. B. Hazel- ton and illustrate Robert Lloyd’s latest book for boys, “The Treasure of Shag Rock.” This story will possess a local interest for the youths fami- liar with San Francisco Bay, for the Shag Rock that gives its name to the title page of the book is none other than that Shag Rock which was re- cently blown up to facilitate navigation in our harbor. The story that Mr. Lloyd has to tell is a tale of adventure on the Jules Verne order. .. opens in a preparatory school near Boston, where the hero, George Hurst, makes a record in a well-described field day in track athletics. The scene then shifts to San Francisco. and the tale concerns itself with a treasure buried in an island of the South Pacific, the clew to which is a parchment made of human skin. The adventurers are tracked by pirates, find no ireasure, have two fierce fights, rout the pirates, and finally re- turn to San Francisco harbor. . Here they find the treasure buried below the water line of Shag Rock. The book and illustrations are published and copyrighted by the Lothrop Publishing #Company, Boston. Price $1.00. e 7 less, seemed to spring up and chal- l‘enndx-k:or spiritual combat him who Was now her body's master. Then, bending her head with a -graceful yet proud submission, she re- tired. There are three sons by this marriage, but even with the advent of their children Jove is not permitted to break through the barrlers of convention that this King and Queen have thrown around them- selves., Unhappy in his home life the monarch finally turns his attention to the affairs of state. It is at this period that the present story begins and we soon find the King going forth in disguise among his people to learn their needs and alsy to eventually eradicate the evident cor- ruption of his ministers and government. He joins a band of Socialists under the Jeadership of Sergius Thord and a re- markable woman called Lotys, and saon we find ourselves in a maze of love plots thick enough to please the most ‘esthetic devotee of little Cupid. The King, under the assumed name of ‘“Pasquin Leroy, rises among the Socialists until he is a recognized leader and finally at their meeting on the day of fate draws tne lot_that appoints him to the high position and duty of assassinating himself. It is then that he reveals his identity to his brother Socialists and the scene that foi- lows_is one of the strongest in the book. To add to the complications Sergius Thord is in love with Lotys, but she loves “‘Pas- uin Leroy,” and her passion for tha ing is amply returned. The dramatic situations that follow as a result of these various attachments are most intensc, and, it must be said, Marie Corelll does them full justice. It {s not our purpose to reveal the ultimate ending of all these various complications, but having had a limpse of the King's married life as a King it may be interesting to some. to See him as a man and under the sway of the god of love. The extract given be- low, taken in connection with the one above, serves to give an excellent idea of the general charaoter of the book and the power of the author in handling dra- matic climaxes. It is after the King has revealed his identity to the Socialists and again sees Lotys alone: Late in the afternoon—just after sundown— & small, close brougham drove up to the corner N bl Sigae ¥ X e (] of the street where stood the tenement house— divided into several separate flats—in which the attlo where Lotys dwelt was one of the most solitary and removed portions. The King alighted from the carriage unobserved and as- cended the stairs on which Sergius Thord's steps had echoed but a few hours gone by. Knocking at the door as Sergius had done, he was_{if the same way bidden to enter, but as he did so Lotys, who was seated within, quite alone, started up with a faint cry of terror. “You here!”” she exclaimed in trembling ac- cents. ‘‘Oh, why have you come? Sir, I beg of you to leave this placel—at once, before there is any chance of your being seen; your Majesty should surely know—'' ‘‘Majesty me no majesties, Lotys!"" said the King, lightly; “I have been furbidden this little shrine too long! Why should I not come to see you? Are you not known as an angel of com- fort to the sorrowful and the lonely? And will oFTHE SHARK W FELL witH | % A » | CrasH! IR you not impart such consolation to me as I may in my many griefs deserve? Nay, Lotys, Lotys! No tears! No tears, dearest of womeni To see you weep is the only thing that could possibly unman me, and make even ‘Pasquin roy’ ‘lose his nerve He approached her and sought to take her hand, but she turned away from him, and he saw ‘her bosom heave with a passion of re- pressed weeplng. g “Lotys!” he then sald, with exceeding gen- tleness, “What is this? 'Why are you un- Eappy? 1 have written to you every day since that night when your lips clung to mine for one glad moment—I have poured out my soul to you with more or less eloquence, and surely with passion; every day I have prayed you to receive me, and yet you heve vouchsafed no reply to one who is by your own confession ‘the only man you love!’ ~Ah, Lotys! you will not now deny that weet bitrayal of . your heart! Do you know that was the happlest day of my lite?—the day on which-I was threat- ened by ‘death and saved by love!" His mellow voice thrilled with its underlyifig tenderness; he caught her hand and kissed it; but she was silent. With all the yearning passion which had been pent up in him for many months he studied the pure outlines of her brow and throat—the falling sunligit glow of her hair—the deep azure glory of the pitying eyes, half veiled be- neath thelr golden lashes, and just now spark- ling with tears. ““All my life,”” he sald softly, still holding her hand, “I have longed for love! All my lite I have lacked jt! Can you imagine, then, what it was to me, Lotys, when I heard you say you loved my resembiance—the poor Pasquin Le- roy—and even so'I knew you loved me? When you praised me as Pasquin and ‘cursed me as King, how my heart burned with desire to clasp’ you in my arms and:tell you all the truth of my disgulse! But to hear you speak as you did of me, so unconscigusly. 80 tender- 1y, so bravely, was the sweetest gladness I have ever known! ' I felt myself a king at last, in very deed and truth—and it was for the love of you, and because of your.love for.me, that I de- termined to do all I could for my son Hum- phry and the woman of his choice! For, find- ing myself:loved, 1 swore that he should hot be deprived of love. . I have done what I could to insure his happiness; but after all, it is your doing and the result of your influence! You are the sole center of my good deeds, Lotys! You have been my star of destiny from the very first day I saw you—from the moment when I signed my bond.with you in your own pure blood, I loved you! And I know that you loved met** * She turned her eyes slowly upon him—what eyesl—tearless now, and glittering with the burning fever of the sad and suffering soul behind them. ““You forget! e said in hushed, trembliing accents; “you are the King!” He lifted her band to his lips again and pressed its cool, small palm against his brows. “What then, 'my dearest?” Must the King, because he is King, go through life unloved? nless the King is loved with honor,” sald Lotys in the same hushed voice; ‘'he must §o unloved!” He dropped her hand and looked at her. She Wwas very Dale—her breath came and went qQuickly, but her eyes were fixed upon him steadily—and though her whole heart cried out for his sympathy and tenderness, she did not inch. > “Lotys,” he said, ““are you so cold, so frozen in an ice wall of conventionality that you can- not warm to passion—not even to that passion Which every pulse of you is ready to return? What do “you want of me? Lover's oaths? 0Ws of constancy? Oh, beloved woman as you are, do you not understand that you have enter- ed into my very heart of hearts—that you hoid | my whole life in your possession? You—not I— | are the ruling power of this country! What you say, that I will do! What you command, | that will I obey! While you live I will live— ‘when you die will dfe! Through you I have | learned the value of sovereignty—the good that can be done to a country by honest work in kingship; through you I have won back my dis- affected subjects to loyalty: It is all you—only you! And if you blamed me once as a worth- less king, you shall never have cause to so | blame me again! But you must help me—you must help me with your love!" She strove to control the beating of her | beart as she looked upon him and listened to | his pleadin She resclutely shut her soul to | the persuasive music of his voice, the light of | his eves, the tenderne ; “What of the Queen?” she said. He started back as though he had been stung. “The-Queen he Queen!” . ‘Ay, the Queen saild Lotys. ‘‘She is your ‘wife—the mother of your sons! She has never loved you, you would say—you have never loved her. But you are her husband! Would you make me your mistress?” Her voice was calm. She put the plain ques- tion pointblank, without a note of hesitation. His face naled suddenly. ‘‘Lotys!"” he said, and stretched out his hands toward her; ‘“Lotys, I love you!" A change passed over her—rapid and trans- figuring as a sudden radiance from heaven. ‘With an impulsive gesture, beautiful in its wild abandonment, she cast herself at his feet. “And I love you!" she said. I love you with every breath of my body, every pulse of my heart! I love u with the entire passion of my life! 1 love you with all the e pent up in my poor starved soul since childhood until now—I love you more than woman ever loved either lover or husband! I L you, my lord and King—but even as I love you i honor you! No selfish thought of mine shall ever tarnish the smallest jewel in your erown! Oh, my beloved! My royal soul of courage! ‘What do you take me for? hould I be worthy of your thought if I dragg you down? S I be Lotys—ir, like some light woman who can be bought for a few jewels—I gave myself to you in that fever of desire which men mistake for love? Ah, no—ten thousand times no! 1 love vou! Look at me—can you not see how my soul cries out for you? How my lips hunger he repeated, mechanically. for your kisses—how I long, sh, God, for all the tenderness which I know is In your heart for me—1, so lonely, weary and robbed of all the dearest joys of life—but I will not shame you by my love, my best and dearest! I will not set you one degree lower in the thoughts of the people, who now idolize you and know you as the brave, true man you are! My love for you would be poor indeed If I could not sacrifice myself altogether for your sake—you, who are my King!" He heard her—hls whole soul was shaken by the passion of her words." “Lotys!" he saild—and agaln—'‘Lotys!" He drew her up from her kneeling attitude, and, gathering her close in his arms, kissed her ‘tenderly, reverently—as a man might kiss the lips of the dead. “Must it be so, Lotys 7"’ he whispered; *‘must we dwell always apart?” Her eyes, beautiful with a passion of the highest and holiest love, looked full into his. ‘Always lpfi(l, yet always together, my be- loved!" ‘she answered. ‘‘Together in though in soul. in asplratio: in _the hope and confl- deriee that God sees us and knows that we seek to live purely In his sight! Oh, my King, you would ‘not _have it otherwise! You would not have our lové défiiled! How common and easy it would be for me to give myself to you—as other women aré only too ready to give them- selves—to take your tenderness, your care, your, admiration—tp demand your constant at- tenddnce on ‘my lightest humor: to bring you shame by my persistent’ companionship; = to caufe an-opén.slander and allow the finger of scorn to be pointed’ at-you: to see your honor made a mockery of by basé persons who would judge you a# ome. who, notwithstanding his brave spousal of the people’s cause, was yet a slave to the caprice of a woman! Think some- thing more - of me than this! Do not put' me on the level of such women as oncs brought your nante into contempt! They did not love you: they loved themselves! But I—1I lova you. Oh. ‘my dearest lord, If self were concerned at all in this groat love of my heart, I wouid not suffer your arms to rest about me now! —I would not let your lips touch mine!'—but it 18 for the last time, beloved!—the last time! And so 1 put my hands hefe on your heart —1 kiss your lifs—1 say with all my soul in the prayer—God bless vou'—God keep you' God save you, my King' Though 1 shall live Wpart from you all my days, my spirit is one with yours!” God will know that truth when Wé meet—on the other sice of Leath! Her tears' foll fast, and he bent over her, torn by & tempest of ‘conflicting emotlons, and kissing the soft hair that lay loosely ruffled 5 Then It shall be so, . ““Then shal so. Lotys!”* he m at last. “Your wish T8 my Taw!—e monar you command! I will fulfill such dutles as § must n this worli—a-d the knowledge ot yeur love for me—your trust Th me—shal) keep me high in the People’s honour! Old folljes shall be swept away—old sins atoned for. and when we meet, as you say, an the ofher ide jof Death, God will verchance "give uy at we have longed for in thls world Vm“ e, have lostt® s s voice s —he coul not furtl on'his self-control. o of his smile. e Herself. Henrv A. Dickerman & Son, and New York. By Mary Asnes B ing Company, Akron, Ohio. 60 cents. < — T will rot tempt you, Lotys!"" he whispered =l dare not tempt myseli' God bless you!" He put her gently from him, and stood for moment jirresolute. hope he had In- than any he Bad set—he suew n her a love which, to ed in of a swe: “ver known was los: had no right topress u T. could oniy mean d shonour Good-by, Lotys! he said huskily; “my gne.love in this world and the next! Good- y zed at h with hgr whole soul im cr eyes—then sud and with (e tender est g w opyed on her knees an hand God save your Majesty!” she said, with s oot little effort at smiling through. her tears; for many and n ng and happy year, when I s is ne With 2 half ery he snatehed her up in his @1ms and pressed her to his heart, snowering k sses on her Lips, her eyes, her hair, her little hands!—then, with a movement as abrupt as it Was passion-stricken, put ber quickly from hin. and left ker. Literary Notes. Impressions of her experiences as & nuurse in the Children's Hospital have Leen collected into a 4 of short sto- ries by Gertrude La Ps n to be pub- lished by Elder & Shepard under the title of “Children of the Thorn. Wreath,” with illustradions by Marion Holden. That there has really been very little change in the Latin Quarter.of Paris since thé days the folk of ““Trilby” rted them. erein is shown by sdward Marsh novel “Lizette,” just lssued by Lewis, Scribner & Co. of New York. Mr. Marshall, who is well known s almo correspondent and who wourded in Cuba dur- American war, has had much oppo ty while ng as the Eu- ropean corrcspondent of various New York newspapers to study his subject and he has painted his pictures of student lifs with broad strokes and a fine apprecia- tion of humor. The Lothrop Publ Boston h ris’ new velume Company of out Clara Mor: Confidences. The book is in the vein in which Miss most happy, namely, in that of reminiscences r off into e treatment of tic scenes @ve come within her experience during her long and honora ge ca- reer. The volume aims to give whol some advice to stage aspirants of both sexes, e Iy gir's, -and is illuminated by humorous and pathetic in: striking occurrences of the volume is very valuable illustration of them and the ma her famo the present time. Morris in y days to “A Chinese Quaker.” by Nellie Blessing- Eyster. is soon to be published by the Fleming H. Revell Company of Chicago and New York. This book should prove of particular interest to the people of the Pavific Coast on account of its local col- or. It tels story of how a young Quaker woman with feelings antagonistic to the Chinese is led to take a heathen boy in charge. Under her training he becomes a consistent griend. He is (so we are told) even now u high Mandarin at the head of large enterpriges in China and a Quaker still. 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