Weekly commercial herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1884-18??, 1885-09-11

NWS 'AeH SAuJ a NeSbmS-p lhCe-d Guy bW6pU
from end to end by crafty, treacherous, icy
winds blowing straight from the GuadaF-
rama mountains; insidious blasts in which
Turk the seeds of consumption and death.
80 at our leisure we went southwark, halt
ing at such places and seeing such sights as
we thought fit; lingering here and there just
so long as it suited US; travelling by easy
stages and in such comfoRt as We could
command. At Malaga we spent weeks, rev
elling in the, balmy, delicious air at Grana-
da we were days and weeks before we could
tear ourselves away from the interesting,
absorbing glories of the departed Moor. We
were III a new world-a world which l had
always longed to see. At last-it was just
at the end of April, when the land was full
OF roses, when vegetation was breaking into
That rich luxuriance unknown in the north
ern lands-we turned our steps to the city
which lhad in my W mind fixed upon as
tne end OF our wanderings, the half Spanish,
nalt Moorish, but wholly beautiful city Of
Sevillei brilliant, romantic Seville, with its
flower bedecked houses, its groves of orange
and olive trees, its luxuriant gardens, its
crooked, narrow streets, its Moorish walls,
Its numerous towers, all Of which sink into
lnsigniticance under the shadow of the lofty
Giralda, All wanted seemed TO be here.
Here was everything for the sake of
seeking which | had professed to leave
foggy England-sun, warmth, color, bright.
ness. Here l thought, If in any place in
the world, will the one l love forget what
she knows Of the cruel past Here It may
be our new life shall begin.
Glorious, wonderful Seville! The magic
charm of the place fell on my companions
as it fell upon me, as indeed it falls upon all
who visit it. By common consent we ar
ranged to stay our course for an Indefinite
time. Perhaps by now we all thought we
had endured enough of hotel life. and wanted
some place which might bear the name of
home; so, although such things are not very
easy to find, hired q furnished house.
Such a house!
From the narrow street.-The need Of shade
makes narrow streets indispensable to Sc
v~ille-pass through a light openwork iron
gate into q spacious white marble lined
courtyard, or, as the Spaniards call it,
patio; a courtyard open to the sky, save for
the gayly colored awning which is some
times spread over it; a space fragrant to the
four corners with the perfume of orange and
other sweet smelling blossoms, bright with
glowing ~oleanders, and musical with the
murmur Of fountains. Around the walls
statues, some Of the fair works of art, paint
ings and mirrors. Every sitting room in
the house opening on to this cool central
f~airyland-a fairyland which, for many
months Of the year, is almost the only part
Of the house used in their waking hours by
the SaUillanOo Adj 70 this .,o-Io- -
large but exquisite, full of the rarest and
choicest blossoms, and if you are not hope
lessly bigoted, and enamored of English
fogs, you must long for such a home in
courtly, beautiful SevilleI
With such acknowledgement those Of
a Sybarite-who can blame me for being
lulled into security, If not forgetGulness, and
for telling myself that my troubles were
nearly at an endf Who can wonder at the
castles | built as hour after hour | lounged
in the patio, with its fragrant, soothing at
mosphere and gazed at Philippa's beautiful
face, and now and again meeting her darl
eyes, and sometimes surprising in those
thoughtful depths a look which thrilled my
heart-a look which | told myself was one
of love2
True, that often and often in my sleep l
saw the white, dead face, with the snow.
heap forming over it. True, that often and
often Philippa's wild cry, 1.-THE wages of
simon, on, on" rang through my dreams,
and Iawoke trembling in every limb; but
in the daytime, in the midst Of the sweet
shaded repose, | could almost Danish every
me back to grief and horror.
The days, each one sweeter than Its fore
runner, passed by. Each day was passed
with Philippa. We wandered for hours
through the marvellous gardens of the AL
cazar; we drove under the shading trees of
Las Delicias; we made excursions to Italica
and other places, which the guide-book tells
you every visitor to Seville should see; but 1
think we found in the ordinary sights, which
were at our very door, as much pleasure as
in any of the stock shows. We loved to
watch the people. We delighted In the pic
turesque, ragged-looking, ~black-eyed Anda-
lusian boy-rascals who played and romped
at every street corner. We noticed the ex-
q~uisitely graceful figures Of the Sevillanas;
/, moreover, noted that the most graceful Of
these figures could not be compared to Phil
ippa's own. We strolled up the awning
rooted Gale de las Sierpes, and laughed at
the curious windowless little shops. Every
thing was so strange, SO bright, so teeming
with old-world tradition, so full of intense
interest, that no wonder l could for the
time send painful memories to the back
ground.
And Philippal Although there were
times when her face grew sad with sad re-
membranes: although at times her ewes
sought mine with that troubled, inquiring
look; although l trembled as to what might
be the question which l seemed to see her
lips about to form; l did not, could not be-
lieve she was entirely unhappy. The smile
"a quiet, thoughtful one, yet a smile-was
oftsner seen on her face. 1t came now of its
own accord. More and more certain l grew
that, il nothing recalled the past, or /
should say, if nothing filled the blank, so
mercifully left, Of that one night, the hour
was not far distant when my love would
call herself happy. oh, to keep that fatal
knowledge from her foreverl
Such was my life. So, in calm and peace,
all but happiness, the days passed by, until
the hour came when for the third time I
dared to tell Philippe that | loved her-to
tell her so with the certainty Of hearing her
re-echo my words. Yes, certainty. Had l
not for many days seen her eyes grow
brighter, the grave, thoughtful look leave
her face, her whole manner change when I
drew near1 Such signs as these told me
that the GROWING moment Of me life was
at hand.
Here for one moment / pause. scorn to