The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-11-24

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At BOLOGNA OUR PARTY WAS EE-ENFoECED.
memory. Do what would, 4 kept looking
at Mr. Poleuta and he at me. Finally he said
with some facts t-tN,
"Where havo me met before, sirg'
1 "Jrst what was trying to think, sir, I" said
l. We neither Of us could think, but 1t ban
ished the awkwardness
So when we all arrived at Venice, and
went out on the canal together, and met at
the table d'hote at Danielli's, we felt like old
friends. Twas permitted to hold Miss Emily's
color box while she sketched the Bridge Of
Signs; Miss Sinclair and Polenta meantime
were signing under the black canopy of the
gondola. l gave Miss Emily some hints as
to her chiAroscuro. In fact, we had become
such good friends that tho colonel had prom
ised me that Miss Emily should sit to me for
my Euphrosyne; for. like most young paint
ers, had begun With the three graces, and
was on my way toward the nine muses..
It was now September, and we all meant
to inger in Venice until November; the
colonel, attracted by the thought that GER
tain great personages were coming through
south; by the desire to haunt these galleries
where Titan and Tintoretto still hnser; the
ladies charmed with gondola and Adriatic;
and Polenta-well, no one asked or thought
about him; at least did not.
Emily showed me one day good little
sketch she had made Of him as he talked TO
her aunt. 1t was slightly caricatured.
"Mcphistopheles, call him." said she.
sob, no; not SO bad as that" said |.
81 instinctively hate him." said She.
l had got the arrangements made for the
Euphrosyne picture, and Miss Sinclair had
reluctantly assisted. Emily, with her bright
hair wreathed with green leaves, as the
! youngest of the graces, was the most exquis-
| ito OF visions. / did not wonder that her
aunt found it sad enough to look ut her.
Probably she once had looked like that--a
dream of youth, grace, love and delight.
The business Of playing propriety in q cor
ner, while younget. and more beautiful
woman is being adored, has never been
sought for by elderly, fading maidens.
Swiftly, as IL piratical Turkish galleon
had swept down on our little gondoia and
had taken us all off to slavery, did fate como
| down upon us and break up all our serene
plans. Like a fairy tale came in princes and
| princesses; royal empresses dashed through
/ the Adriatic; heirs apparent came with great
suites, and the grand canal was a glittering
serpent with its gems of illumination. Bril-
liant officers in glittering uniforms clanked
about Darieili's old musty halls, and glanced
/ at Emily as they met her with eyes that
blazed with admiration The colonel, in the
midst of all this movement, had found some
| congenial spirits, and we saw little Of him.
| The table d'hote caught some Of the lesser
lights, and as the great people moved of we
| noticed one party who offered us some ele-
ments of interest.
/ A beautiful woman, young man, her son,
and young girl, evidently an invalid, sat
| directly opposite us ut table. A Neapolitan
lady Of high rank--we may as well call her
the Princess di San Marco-was the beautiful
woman, looking beside her son as if she might
be his sister, He in turn was like her, and
beautiful uso the word advisedly and de-
! liberately; there are few very beautiful men
in tho world. The young Prince Cesaro was
one of them. The dark, smooth Neapolitan
skin covered some very perfect features in
his face, and pair of soft black velvet eyes,
! finished and brilliant, even in that land of
| eyes, lighted it up wonderfully. He had
smile of the rarest, and teeth such as have
! never seen out Of Italy. 1t was as if the
pearl had been prepared in the Orient, that
lustrous pearl of the Cleopatra kind. The
shadows would come and SO in his great eyes,
with every change of emotion, as lights and
shadows strike across lake. Then his smile,
like a burst of sunshine, would como and
mako his beauty almost intolerable. His
voice and manners were those of these rarely
gifted people-soft, winning, at the same time
manly and unaffected.
I had an artistic pleasure In this young
MANS beauty, it having been my business to
find out and study physical beauty, as my
profession demanded, and did not wonder
when those magnetic eyes sought out the
steel gray eyes Of my Euphrosyne; that her
long lashes fell before them, aud that the
banished rose Of England, which had faded
in the alien Italian air, came back to her
cheeks in splendid freshness. Prince Cesare
had but to give two or three glances of those
soft eyes of his across the table to take the
youngest Of the graces captive. Soft eyes,
did sayl They held the fire OF the old Ro-
| man race in their liquid depths. Cesare
came from tbs neighborhood Of volcanoes,
and he looked it, with all his sweet, soft
southern beauty.
But am neglecting his sister, poor sick
girl, evidently q little disturbed in her mind,
to whom the mother, brother and q certain
DR.. Sebastian paid unremitting attention.
In her the family beauty was repeated, but
in lesser degree, and paled and "sicklied
o'ers by some mental cloud. She too had
hzed her large black eyes on Emily, and
threw US all into confusion by suddenly adj
dressing her; SEA-
81 want your grapes, said she in italian.
Her mother blushed deeply under her
clear, dark, satin skin, and tried to silence
her But the poor distraught wits had con-
quered reason, and would not besilenced
81 want your grapes" said she almost
angrily.
7 Then came In tho exquisite tact, the wo-
manly, quick wit. the sympathetic conpre-
hension Of the whole situation, which made
my Euphrcsyne SO superior to every other
woman have met She gracefully detached
bunch OF purple grapes, and handing them
over to The young princess, she said good
humoradlv'