Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-31

and dark, slumbrous eyes, and mouth
like woman's.
That day as the falr-faced mortal sat
indolently with her white dimpled feet
in the brook, watching the water break
over them in little ripples, youth came
through the trees, and. kneeling down
beside her, kissed the hem Of her dress,
and said:
II am Soula. love YOU"
She looked up at HIM, unembarrassed,
studying his impassioned, beautiful face
as child might. Then she put warm
bare arm about his throat, and drew his
lips down to hers.
The summer was nearly done, now.
The roses and violets were long since
dead. Tall, tawny, and burning flow
crs stood up beside the brooks, that
murmured over brown leaves, and tn.
trees, and vines, and bushes were gor-
geous.
The fairies rioted still and the bees
doomed. Purple mists hung above the
hills, and the hollows were bronzed with
golden glory. The earth was crowned
with coronal of bitter-sweet and witch
halle; the sunshine was as warm as
in June, but the frosts were com
ine. In a few days the fairies
would fold their tents, and the birds
and dragon-fies would follow them tar
Their south. But why hasten, when the
languld, and the nights starlit?
The wonderful mortal seldom came
now, but she was fair, and smiling, and
exquisite as at first. A youth was always
with her--a youth with desolate eyes
and haggard face like fallen gods.
The mouth was still tender, but the face
was marred by the great passions that
had torn at his soul. But who would not
rather know love than be soulless? And
she laughed at him, and wandered away
from him, singing, struggling her white
shoulders, and throwing his touch off i'm
patiently.
II am going away Tomorrow" she
said carelessly, watching the flight Of
bird, with clear, lambert, amorous- lidded
eyes. His white lips hardly moved as
he answered, ''Where?" .a
ooh, to the world! My beautiful
world?' she said, throwing out her arms
with caressing gesture that was mad
dening. "Oh! 1t will love to see me
again. How I will pet it, and play with
it, and stab it!' showing her small,
cleaning teeth, like the seeds Of a cleft
pomegranate.
"May go with you?" he pleaded,
sudden fire lighting up the sunken, glo-
rious eyes.
"You!" she said, contemptuously.
He shrank and shivered.
"Why should you go, poor, hfeless
thing Besides Prince Ismon comes for
me tomorrow. He would not like it.
perhaps" and she laughed long sweet
laugh.
He arose silently and came to her.
Despite her struggle he took her in his
arms and held her close against his
breast, and kissed the flower-face a thou
sand times, eagerly and passionately,
straining her closer and closer to him.
"Coward!' she Kissed, but he needed
not; he only kissed her again, long, burn
ing kisses.
"No one shall take you from me,' he
said. "The world will not have you You
loved me once. Even God shall not have
you.'
The sky had darkened and an ominous
hush had settled down upon the earth,
but they had not noticed. A wild, faint
cry rang out far away beyond the hills;
''The sea! The scalp
But they heard it not The birds were
circllng about with sharp, strange cries,
and the day steadily grew darker. Sud
denly deep, hoarse roar made the air
hideous, even Soula lifted his head, and
they both saw coming swiftly toward
them the rushing, roaring waters.
Tumbling faster and angrier, great noun
famous black waves, capped with spec
trail froth.
''Let me go!' she screamed in terror.
II can save myselfp struggling for re-
lease.
But he stopped and kissed the red re-
bellious mouth.
"You are mine, now" he said, with
smile.
When the floods subsidized the village
people found marvelously beautiful
woman: with trailing amber hair, in the
arms of a dark, faced youth.
And above his heart was drenched
white butterfly with broken wings.