Puslapio vaizdai
PDF
„ePub“
[ocr errors]

out of place if anywhere confronted. On, and made the land so kind to beauty ; for no on, and on you go, seeing only the repetition transformation of a rude, ungenial landscape of field and meadow, wood and lawn, a wind- is needed. The earth does not require to be ing stream, an artificial pond, a sunny vineyard, trimmed and combed and perfumed. The airy a blooming orchard, a stone wall, a hedge-row, vistas and delicate slopes are ready-made, the a tobacco barn, a warehouse, a race-track, cattle park-like woodlands invite, the tender, clinging under the trees, sheep on the slopes, swine in children of the summer, the deep, echoless rethe pools, and, half hidden by evergreens and pose of the whole land, all ask that art be laid shrubbery, the homelike, unpretentious houses on every undulation and stored in every nook. that crown very simply and naturally the entire And there are days with such Arcadian colors in picture of material prosperity. They strike you air and cloud and sky-days with such panoas built not for their own sakes

. Few will offer ramas of calm, sweet pastoral groups and haranything that lays hold upon the memory, un- monies below, such rippling and Aashing of less it be perhaps a front portico with Doric, waters through green underlights and golden Ionic, or Corinthian columns; for your typical interspaces, that the shy, coy spirit of beauty Kentuckian likes to go into his house through seems to be wandering half sadly abroad and a classic entrance, no matter what inharmonious shunning all the haunts of man. things may be beyond; and after supper on But little agricultural towns are not art-censummer evenings, nothing fills him with serener ters. Of itself rural life does not develop escomfort than to tilt his chair back against a thetic perceptions, and the last, most difficult classic support, as he smokes a pipe and argues thing to bring into the house is this shy, elusive on the immortality of a pedigree.

spirit of beauty. The Kentucky woman has perOn the whole, you feel that nature lies ready, haps been corrupted in childhood by tasteless or has long waited, for a more exquisite sense surroundings. Her lovable mission, the creation in domestic architecture; that the immeasurable of a multitude of small lovely objects, is underpossibilities of delightful landscape have gone taken feebly and blindly. She may not know

[graphic][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

unrecognized or wasted. Too often there is in how to create beauty, may not know what form and outline no response to the spirit of the beauty is. The temperament of her lord, too, scenery, and there is dissonance of color-color is practical: a man of substance and stomach, which makes the first and strongest impression. sound at heart, and with an abiding sense of The realm of taste is prevailingly the realm of his own responsibility and importance, honestly the want of taste, or of its meretricious and insisting on sweet butter and new-laid eggs, commonplace violations. Many of the houses home-made bread and home-grown mutton, have a sort of featureless, cold, insipid ugliness, but little reveling in the delicacies of sensiand interior and exterior decorations are apt to bility, and with no more eye for crimson popgo for nothing or for something worse. You pies or blue corn-flowers in his house than amid repeat that nature awaits more art, since she his grain. Many a Kentucky woman would

[graphic][subsumed][ocr errors][subsumed][subsumed][merged small][merged small]

make her home beautiful if her husband would acteristics. As a rule the people love the country allow it.

life less than of yore, since an altered social Amid a rural people, also, no class of citizens system has deprived it of much leisure, and is more influential than the clergy, who go about has added hardships. The Kentuckian does as the shepherds of the right; and without not regard it as part of his mission in life to doubt in Kentucky, as elsewhere, ministerial feed fodder to stock, but to have it fed; and ideals have wrought their effects on taste. Per- servants are hard to get, the colored ladies haps it is weil to state that this is said broadly, and gentlemen having developed a taste for and particularly of the past. The Kentucky urban society. preachers during earlier times were a fiery, zeal- What, then, is to be the future of the blueous, and austere set, proclaiming that this world grass region ? When population in the United was not a home, but a wilderness of sin, and States becomes much denser and the pressure exhorting their people to live under the awful is felt in every neighborhood, who will posshadow of Eternity. Beauty in every material sess it? One seems to see in certain tendenform was a peril, the seductive garment of the cies of American life the probable answer to devil. Well nigh all that made for esthetic cul- this question. The small farmer will be bought ture was put down, and, like frost on ven- out, and will disappear. Estates will grow fewer turesome flowers, sermons fell on beauty in and larger. The whole land will pass into the dress, entertainment, equipage, houses, church hands of the rich, being too precious for the poor architecture, music, the drama, the opera — to own. Already here and there one notes the everything. The meek young spirit was led to disposition to create vast domains by the slow the creek or pond, and perhaps the ice was swallowing up of contiguous small ones. Conbroken for her baptism. If, as she sat in the sider, then, in this connection the taste already pew, any vision of her chaste loveliness reached shown by the rich American in certain parts of the pulpit, back came the warning that she the United States to found a country place in would some day turn into a withered hag, and the style of an English lord. Consider, too, must inevitably be “eaten of worms." What that the landscape is much like the loveliest of wonder if the sense of beauty pined or went rural England; that the trees, the grass, the astray, and found itself completely avenged in sculpture of the scenery are such as make the the building of such churches? And yet there is perfect beauty of a park; that the fox, the bobnothing that even religion more surely demands white, the thoroughbred, and the deer are than the fostering of the sense of beauty within indigenous. Apparently, therefore, one can foreus, and through this it is that we work most see the yet distant time when this will become wisely toward the civilization of the future. the region of splendid homes and estates that

will nourish a taste for outdoor sports and

offer an escape from the too-wearying cities. IV. HOMES SINCE THE WAR.

On the other hand, a powerful and ever-growMANY rural homes have been built since the ing interest is that of the horse, racer or trotter. war, but the old type of country life has van. He brings into the State his increasing capital, ished. On the whole, there has been a strong his types of men. Year after year he buys farms, movement of population toward the towns, and lays out tracks, and builds stables, and edits rapidly augmenting their size. Elements of journals, and turns agriculture into grazing. In showiness and freshness have been added to time the blue-grass region may become the their once unobtrusive architecture. And, in Yorkshire of America. particular, that art movement and sudden But let the future have its own. The counquickening of the love of beauty which swept try will become theirs who deserve it, whether over this country a few years since has had they build palaces or barns. One only hopes its influence here. But for the most part the that when the old homesteads have been torn newer homes are like the newer homes in other down or have fallen into ruins, the tradition American cities, and the style of interior ap- may still run that they too had their day and pointment and decoration has few native char- deserved their page of history.

[merged small][ocr errors]
[graphic][merged small][merged small][merged small]

“CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN!”

[ocr errors]

B

BY WOLCOTT BALESTIER.
Author of A Common Story," " Reffey," etc.
1.

minds. More than a hundred citizens of Rustler

were on the ill-fated excursion train, bound for (ERNA was not allowed to the celebration of Potato Day at Maverick, and

see the papers until the above a dozen were either killed outright or seritenth day. Then she read ously injured. Among the former the editor of

this paper, Alexander Chester, was numbered; the story of his death in his

among

the latter is included the writer of this colown paper. Terror crept umn. This painful personal reference will, we over her as she read, and trust, be forgiven us in view of the circumstances, she cast the “Telepheme" as some explanation is due our readers of the rea

from her, and buried her sons which induce us to continue the publication weak head in her hands, living over the an- of the “Telepheme" under the old name and at guish of that moment. She shuddered again the old stand. In making this explanation, we with the hideous crash of the collision, and should not feel honest toward our readers in went whirling in his embrace down, down into known to many of them, viz., the relation subsist

attempting to conceal a fact, no doubt already a dizzy blackness, and then lay at the bottom ing between the late and the present editor. It is of the cañon, the wreck piled on top of them due to all concerned that we should mention this, and round about them, the air loud with the as it is because the present writer feels herself to cowing noise of escaping steam, and wild with be, in a true sense, the widow of the late editor, the shrieks of the dying. His poor white face that she presumes to attempt the undertaking of stared up at her from under the wreckage, carrying on a paper which, in his hands, has been yearning with love, horrid with pain, and his such a power for good in this community. tortured lips framed the words which imposed in response to a dying

wish, we need not say is

This difficult post, assumed most reluctantly a sacred duty on her future:

not taken up with any feeling of competence to “Keep up the fight!”

the labors before us, nor with any feeling but that Aleck had left her everything he owned, many others would fill the position more adethey told her, and she knew why. It was not quately and wisely. We are led to take hold of only as his promised wife, it was as the inheri- this work, where it was left off by Alexander Chestor of his work; and a week later, when she was ter, solely out of respect for his memory, and with carried down-stairs for the first time, she sent the belief that one who was privileged to know for Rignold, who, with no help but Barton's, the hopes and plans for this town and this comhad got out two issues of the “Telepheme” munity which beat in that great heart may be able since the death of his chief, and asked him to a sympathy and understanding impossible to any

to carry them forward — feebly indeed, but with put her name at the head of the paper. For stranger. The present editor, in printing her the next week's issue Rignold set up this legend name at the head of this column, consecrates her to appear above the editorial notices: life to the work which fell a fortnight since from

the palsied hand of Alexander Chester. All Rus“Tbe Rustler Telepbeme."

tler knows what that work was. The entire future of the town is bound up in it. We must have the

railroad. The Three C's must come our way. Into BERNA MINTERMAN DEXTER.

this cause Alexander Chester poured his life-energy; to it he gave all he was, or hoped to be.

As the officer on the field of battle snatches up FOUNDED BY ALEXANDER CHESTER. the weapon that has fallen from his dead captain,

and presses on, so we take up this work, with Rignold turned his rules around the concluding malice toward none, and with charity for all; but line, making an oblong frame of black for it. The presenting a solid front to the common enemy, following editorial, written by Berna from her resolved that Topaz shall not be allowed to accouch,wasarranged to appear below the notices: crete to herself this new source of wealth and

strength. It is a life-and-death struggle: we know In assuming charge of the “Telepheme," it is it, and Topaz knows it. United and unanimous proper that we should say a few words. The ter- as we are, we have only to continue to assert our nible railroad accident which occurred between rights, and to make the advantages of Rustler Cañon City and Topaz three weeks ago has cast duly known, to secure the Colorado and Califora pall over the community, and is still fresh in all nia Central without a doubt. VOL. XLIV.-9.

65

[graphic]

W

BY

« AnkstesnisTęsti »