Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1882-11-28

Hove. They reached the cove W here th'
|llilies grew gliding here and there as they
|lculleU- the fairest, and large baske
|Iined with damp moss was soon heapet
with p.ariy cups and long'shiniug stems
1.-THE sun, had sunk below the horizon
leaving long bars Of purple, jasper, ane
crimsoD, flushing the opal waters will
red, lnrif glow. ''st4 . '- S.i' .
1--WE will 60 home now, Leon" saic
Stella II cannot use the half j. have
besides it has always seemed 10 me hal
la sin to pluck the ny mph like blossoms
Ebut. as with most sins, the lteHiptstioI
comes in too Turing form TO be resisted,'
she went on: mr. f-, }fretsfeit9- g esY Z
| do you know, Leon, think the
world was fuller of poetry in the old, old
days than now? Everything had then
its persoDality-every tree its dryad,
,eveTy lake or stream is maid or nym pth
Imagine the new surprises forever await.
ing one! Can't you fancy a living.
breathing being in each of these dainty
cups ghnsts of the myths of old, you
know? Would not life have been love-
lier. lived in those days pa 35i : :
who would dream of hearing such
pagan sentiments from the daughter OF
your orthodox mother ?" said Leon With
q laugh "But / don't agree with you,
love; the world is full of lovely sy N pho
nies of sound and cnlor and human SYM
psihies. In those old days might have
missed you. Stella. 1t is far better we
live now when the happy years are all
b-fore.us instead of behind " They were
clearing the Ieafy eDtanglemeDt when,
suddenly pointing to a superb lily that a
turn of the boat bad revealed, Stella ex
claimed:
"Oh, Leon! just that one more! The
Victoria Regia Of this Lily Cove Is it
not royal bloom ?" The painted boat
rested like flame among drifting snow
flakes, as Stella stretched out her hand
10 grasp the pearl white chalice with
crimson-f -fecked center Sire drew hast
lily hack l te i's +l-'.eis s7'4i -
Did you hear any thing, Leon? Do
you see down among the gr,en rihard-
of lily stems and water grasses a flash
of green and gold. with something Of
humau shape? The lily shrank from
my toCch q,uveriDg like thing IF life
in fear. Let us gn !: it is uncanpy bere?r
"Now. II is you who are fancifui, dar-
ling saw nor heard only you That
splendid flower must deck your brow,
my fair-st. 'and taking a K nife that lay
NJ his side he severed the stem aD0
lightly tossed the prize at Stella feet
" hn took il up in her hauds after mo-
nIent's hesi.a'ion
Leon II ia pailid. not creamy white
ss the Others, and surely there is sob
bieg cry Hing out-wbat is it the voice
is reppa ing?- Nrnupitar! Nenuphar! =
o., listen. Leon away down under the
waters. Ne uphar Nenupharu What
Cali ii m-an !"
A sudden thrill tingled through the
shallOp as Though, unseen hands had
seized it and were striving to drag it
down or wrench The frail pIanks apart.
Stella, it is dangerous here" said
Leon :; "a perfect net work of roots and
water plants l can hardly lit an oar,
bot b are so entaDyied, and we do not
move an inch " Then. with redoubled
tf.rt. the tiny craft sped out into the
open water. from, which the crimson
light WAS fading a5
~ will hiring you here no more. Stella.
As you said, it is uncanny." But the
girl spirits rose rs ,hey safely glided
back into the inlet and up the broader
lake beyond. 0is
Yes. Leon, you will bring me here
to morrow I will wear this lily to
night fur your sake, although shall feel
u Is tut ti1e CoTtSc vi queen WHO was
royaly enrhro"ed among the bread green
'eaves-a very Cleopatra amid her barg-
+s!-bnt, to inorrOw. Leon, we must
bring her hack to the very spot from
whence we have taken her. and give her
burial among her peers. You need not
look SO grave. Leon, and shake your
head you will come if ask YOU"
The light keel grated on the pebbly
shore at length, and radiant with youth
and hope and love the two went gaily up
the lamp lighted avenue to the stately
mansion. ALREADY illuminated for the
evenings festivities. But through all
The reveiry of that night, through all the
joyous dancing and music of flute,
violin, b ssO0n." whether wandering
with her lover beneath scented orange
and Oleander groves or standing at his
side eby.murmuriDg waterfall or FLASHING
fountain, the cry came ever and anon to
StelIa's ears: "Nenuphar! Nenuphar
throbbing through the moonlight like
pulse Of pain. -,'