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CZAR:What should I fear? I have banished all my enemies from Russia. Set the brazier here, by me; it is very cold, and I would sit by it for a time. Go, boy, go; I have much to think about to-night. [(Goes to back of stage, draws aside a curtain. View of Moscow by moonlight.)] The snow has fallen heavily since sunset. How white and cold my city looks under this pale moon! and yet what hot and fiery hearts beat in this icy Russia, for all its frost and snow. Oh, top.671
Every Southern woman must carry some memory in herheart connected with this dried, brittle, but blessed andgrateful leaf. Girls of sixteen have used it, young mothershave fanned their first babies with it, grandmothers sittingon moonlit porches have brought back the memories of alifetime with its slowly waving motion. Even the gravestand most dignified governors and judges have been drivento its help intorrid weather. There is, indeed, no nook or corner in theSouth where at one time or another, it has not been analmost vital necessity.
Another tender memory of mine of the palm-leaf fan isone connected with a girl who came to New York fromSouth Carolina to seek her fortune. She was not pretty butshe had a wonderful figure, as slender as a reed, a littleround kittenish face with grey eyes, a snub nose, a line offreckles across it, beautiful white teeth, a low forehead, aquantity of dark hair, and she possessed to an unusualdegree that intangible thing called charm, and a rare talentfor music. Her voice, a warm soprano, had something in it ofappeal, a thrill of passion and an insistence that went straightto your heart. The first manager she saw in New York wasMr. Daly, who gave her a very small part in a comedy,and one verse of a little song to sing. She made a favourableimpression, for she had individuality and agreat desire to please, combined with a vivid joy of life. Hercriticisms were encouraging and plenty of bouquets, boxesof candy, and admiring notes found their way round to theback of the stage. She was of a gregarious nature, lovingnot only her kind, but light, laughter, music, gaiety andamusement. She soon knew a crowd of artists, journalists,actors and young men about town, was immensely popular,always going about, and her more serious friends weregreatly troubled about her, but she was so radiant with allher new emotions and experiences that she paid no heed toanything but enjoyment.
He was a changed mule; all his black bitter moodshad softened, his faith in human nature was awakened, hislove of mankind was fast being developed. At any rate therewas one woman, slim and tall, with a sweet anxious face,gentian-blue eyes and hands never idle, who worked fromdaylight until dark, for whom Satan could really have died.When his convalescence was over and he began to workagain and was put back into the plough, he kept one weathereye on that magic window, outside of which he had stoodfor so many hot and feverish days, and where he had foundgentle hands, and heard for the first time in his life words ofsympathy and tender love.
And never once did he supply me with fresh fruit. TheMajor confided to me that his only grievance against Johnwas his extraordinarily bad memory when it came toaccounts, his laxity in putting down on paper any moneythat he spent and his never bringing back a receipted bill.But there was never anything in the world like thediplomatic excuse which John always had ready. I gavehim two dollars as a wedding present, but the Major hassince written to tell me of the postponement of themarriage. All the employees in the Major's office had givenhim sums of money and by the time he is again to bemarried a second contribution will be levied. Never have Iseen anyone who understood the art of flattery better thanJohn. Every morning he told me I was much younger andbetter looking than the day before; that his happiness wouldbe complete if I should decide to live in New Orleans; thatthe climate agreed with me, that everybody in the hotelloved me, that the Major's spirits and appetite had improvedsince I came, in fact every conceivable amiable lie possibleof invention he heaped upon me.He supplied me with withered flowers and stale fruit. Hekept me waiting for my clean clothes and gloves; hecheated me out of my change and was hours in doing anysmall errand. Nevertheless, I had a sort of easygoing likingfor him; he was so very transparent, so really without guile.
The baskets were now removed, and Mr. and Mrs.William S. Brooks turned about to receive thecongratulations of the guests. An enormous pink cake,profusely covered with white roses, and a tray bearingwine glasses were passed round with a distinctly headybrand of wine. I only sipped a little, as it seemedcomposed entirely of aromatic alcohol. We then helpedourselves to a small portion of cake, congratulated thebride and groom, and drove home in the beautiful springmoonlight. I was vastly and tenderly amused by theevening's festivities, which seemed to have transported meback again to the scenes of my childhood.
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