Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-03-23

lover Of pleasure. Andreis heard it with
vexation. but he was loyal to the man who
HE is persona of ngreat intellect" he
answered: I'VE are pigmies beside him.
But" rs
But what?' g n
He used his brains to save my body.
So must not dispute the virtue Of his
use Of them. But sometimes I fancy that
he has no heart. E3tifnk all the forces In
him have only nourished his mind. which
Wfthered away, getting no nourishment
He would say talk nonsense; but l think
you Will understand what mean"
think l understand" said Veronica,
She had thought Nery little in her care
less young life. She had begun to think
more since these two men had come into It,
ANDRES merits more than you give
will you keep him In suspense? You ought
to remember what he'll it is in waiting
T., = 4. hem" said veronica. with IT., the color
In her face. You mean a paradise.
"a FOOLS paradise, I fear" replied the
elder woman. And what does that other
man do here? He told me he was due at
some university in Germany"
How can I tell you why either of them
stays? said Veronica, disingenuously, as
her conscience told her. Venice allures
many people. especially in her spring sea-
so does a woman in her spring." said
the elder lady, dryiy. with an impatient
gesture.
You are angry with me-"
mo, my dear. 1t is as useless to be
angry with you as to be angry with a
young cat because In it's gambols it breaks
vase OF which 1t knows nothing Of the
preciousneSs."
Veronica Laranigra did not resent or re-
ply. She knew the vase was precious. She
did not mean to break it; but she wanted
to be free awhile longer. Mutual love was
sweet but 1t was not freedom. And what
she felt ashamed of was certain reluc-
lance which she felt to allow Damer to see
or know that she loved man of so little
intellectual force as Andreis a man who
had nothing but his physical beauty and
his gay glad temper and kind heart.
DO you want nothing more than these!
the gaze of Daner seemed in her magma
ton to say to her.
Andreis was delightful to her; his beauty,
his gayety, and his homage were all SYM
pathetic to her. She knew that he loved
her, but she prevented him telling her so;
she Fixed her lately acquired liberty; she
did not want declaration which would
force her to decide one way or another
what to do with her future. And she was
affected. without being aware Of it. by the
scarcely disguised contempt which his
companion had for him. 1t was seldom out
spoken, but it was visible in every word of
Damer, in every glance.
He is beautiful, yes" he said once to
hec. $50 is an animal"
do you like animals?'
Il do not like or dislike them. The geolo-
gist does not like or dislike the stones he
breaks up. the metallurgist does not like
or dislike the ore he fuses"
You are what they call physiologist?"
she said once. suddenly
Il am" replied Damer.
She looked at him under her long silky
lashes as a child looks at what 1t fears in
the dusk CT a fading day. He attracted
her and repealed her. as when she had her
self been a child she had been at once
charmed and frightened by the great ghost
iy figures on the tapestries. and the white
and gray busts of gods and sages on the
grand winged staircase of her fathers
house in the Trcntino. She would have
liked to ask him many things things of
After ell. how much better We're the sea,
the sunshine, the dog rose, the barcarolle,
the laughter, the luteI