Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee, East -- Fiction
The suppliant was among the congregation, but his face, as he knelt
in an open space near the pulpit, was irradiated by the slant of the
sunset glow. Beheld above the benches and the kneeling congregation,
it had a singularly detached effect,--it was like the painting of
a head; all else was canceled. For a moment, the juggler, his
eyes growing intent and grave as he gazed, could not account for a
sense of familiarity with it, of having seen it often before. Then,
with a reminiscence of dim religious surroundings, of tempered
radiance streaming through translucent mediums, of flecks of deep
rich tints,--red and blue and purple and amber, always with emitted
undertones of light,--he realized its association with church windows,
with the heights of clerestory twilight, with catherine-wheels luminous
in dark transepts, with trifoliated symbols in chancel arches. It
might have seemed, the idealizing glamour of the sunset in the rapt
devotional expression, a study for a seraph’s face; in truth, one
could hardly desire a more fitting presentment of the angelic type.
The fair hair, not gold even under the heightening sunlight, lay in
gentle infantile curves along the broad forehead; as it fell to the
shoulder it showed tendencies to heavy undulations that were scarcely
curls or ringlets, and that grew diaphanous and cloudy toward their
fibrous verges. The large languid blue eyes had long dark lashes,
and the pathetic fervors, the adoration, the entreaty of their
expression, moved sundry covert glances to a twinkle of laughter;
for this surpassed in some humorous sort the liberal limits assigned
to the outward show of devotion in Etowah Cove. None of its other
denizens ever looked like that, saint or sinner! It was a subtle and
complex expression, and, being incomprehensible, it struck most of the
observers as simply funny. The high cheekbones and the pale unrounded
cheek might have impressed an artist as somewhat too attenuated of
contour to suggest the enjoyment of the eternal bliss of heaven, but
they added to the extreme spirituality of the effect of the eyes, and
with the congruous but delicate irregular nose and full lips made the
face unusual and individual.
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