The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-05-11
ONE AFTERNOON.

They were resting under the walls
| of the Villa Landor-she with her hat
off and a wild tangle of brown hair
falling over her shoulders, and he ly-
ing at her feet, with a cigarette be-
tween his lips, and his black, curly
head propped against stone. 1t was
early March, but a soft wind blew,
and the daisies were thick in the vine
yard grass, and the narcissus was
budding. She held a great bunch Of
them, loosely tied, on her knee, and as
flowers to her face. They were both
laughing, like children, in wild, high
spirits, intoxicated with the pure de-
| light of living. throwing daisies at
each other as they sat in the warm
sunlight building castles in the air.
Aren't you thankful she said, af
ter a pause, that L have brought up
my mother wisely, and am allowed to
go walks with you? Fancy if I were
restrained by the ordinary conventions
of society,"
eff you were" he replied lazily, you
wouldn't be you-and 1 shouldn't have
brought you to the Villa Landor."
''Is that a great compliment" she
asked, laughing.
"Oh, yes" he answered, when one
cares pdSSlOndCSly 1OF d bnlHS one
doesn't want to see it with people who
are Indifferent to one"
/ The girl colored. She was beginning
to find strange pleasure in the compH-
ments of this curious, attractive En-
glish-Italian. Their acquaintance, be-
gun in the Tiffizi one day when she
was copying there, under her not very
strict mothers surveillance, had
ripened into warm friendship. She
was a great believer in the possibility
of friendship between men and women
and in the help and stimulus which
such friendships give. For several
| years she had proved her theories with
much success.
! Therefore the uncomfortable convic-
! ton that this man was going to be
something more than friend in her
! life annoyed her.
! She was silent for a moment after
his remark. gazing with absorbed in
terest at the old villa and its grove Of
expresses.
TT is lovely" she said at last. at
is more beautiful than anything I ever
saw. l am glad we came"
Il wpnder if it will become to you
what it is to me- he said, "a magnet
drawing me from every country where
! may be, thing to long for and wish
! for? Ah!' he went on suddenly, look
| ing up intently at the delicate profile
above him, ''if we could only live there
togetherr'
She laughed little nervously.
If we could Would it not be
charming? 1 would paint all day, and
! you should write stories, and in the
evening you should play Wagner to
me-
Il wonder if we should get on. 1
think we are too much alike-and both
too fanciful-what the French call
meticuleux. I wonder if
She looked straight away over tho
mountains. She. wondered, too. if-if
this man, who cared SO little for most
things, actually did care for her Fl
would be easy to love him very much
she thought, and the possibility of
losing herself in some one else moved
her strangely.
He, on his side, felt an insane desire
Ito take her in his arms and kiss her
till she was tired. Would she mind ,
That was the question He thought
not.
| No, she had fallen in love with him
he didn't know how much, but stilI a
little, as he had with her 1t was anus
ing. he reflected. pushing back his mus
tache from mis- upper lip, with a caress-
ling gesture that was common to him
He was SO tired Of the average con
quest-with the inevitable tears-and
! the sentimentalism. This girl was not