The Press., 1896-07-09

light came again WC were on shipbOard with our little boy. A fierce storm was raging; the passengers were terrified. Antonio held me and my child clasped in his arms, and then came a sudden darkness-a chill and gurgling darkness and all was over.
 By this time the train had stopped at the suburban station near which lived, and I got off. My head was throbbing as though waves were beating against it, and I went to my room and lay down. "I must have been dreaming" per suasively unused. But, no, I could not put it aside as the hay vision of a | dream. It was the successive flashes of vivid recollections. I dozed off to sleep and dreamed, but of some commonplace and foolish thing. My mother awoke | me.
 Laura, ,aren t you coming to dinner?' "Did you ever think of calling me 1 Zozi?" I asked.
 "Think of calling you whatl Zoz1? Who ever heard of such name, and what could have put that notion into your head, my child?"
 "Oh, didn't know but that at some l of calling me Zozi."
 "What an idea! We thought of nam ing you Susan, after my aunt. "
 "And you never even thought of the name Zozi?''
 "Of course not; never even heard of such name, and even if it had boon suggested wo never would have thought of giving it to you.
 That evening went to the house of @ neighbor to see his daughter formally presented to society. I did not arrive un- til rather late, and when did appear in tho drawing room the pet of that night s social whim, the tender looking daugh- ter of an uncouth old man, ran mp and heaped an ecstatic welcome upon me.
 "Oh, have you ever met Professor Marsh?" she asked.
 "No. What is he professor of?''
 "Music-brilliant performer on the piano." And then in a whisper she added: "That's the reason papa invited him. Isn't here altogether as a social equal, you know. But he does play charmingly. Wait till he gets through. ''
 The professor had just begun wild dash down an oporatic precipice, and we stood waiting. Tho wild dash ceased, and the professor turned and bowed to his admirers.
 "Why, what's the matter?" cried the girl, catching mo.
 Nothing Let mo sit down mo- mont.
 She led me to chair, and the ap- plauso which followed tho music cover ed our words and drew attention from our actions.
 "There's doctor here somewhere, '' said the girl. "Lot me call him..
 "NO. I was simply dizzy for a mo ment. It's not unusual with mo. Oh. don't bo alarmed. It's really nothing. ''
 But it was somethirg-itw was Antonio Moraso! And he looked at mo with a soul reading eye. My heart f1uttered, and in my agitation 1 wondered if he knew me. But a moments reason told mo that he did nOt-persuaded me that had dreamed and that this man mere ly chanced to figure fittingly in the vision. A moment later he was intro duced to me. We strolled about the rooms, into the conservatory, and sat or rustic seat under an oleander. We seemed to be prompted by one impulse as we turned toward the shrubbery-the memory of one sweet evening in an Ital ian garden. The professor sat for a mo ment with his hand pressed against his forehead, and then he turned to me. Passion beamed in his eyes. Suddenly was thrilled to my very soul. He haC whispered tho name "ZOzi."
 "And you know mel" I said.
 "Yes. my angel"
 A cold sense of propriety struck me it came like the slap of wet hand
 ''Don 't-don't talk that way! Some one might hear," whispered.
 "Yes," he replied nodding in ap proval of my caution, and then he ask ed, "When did those sweet memories begin to float in upon your mind2"
 ''Not until today" answered.
 "Wonderful This afternoon about o'clock?' he asked.
 "Yes," replied, trembling.
 He was silent for a time, and ht pressed his hand against his forehead "All things have ceased to be astonish ing," he said, seeming to recall hit mind from a strange wandering, "and am now prepared for all sorts of spirit ual manifestations, and do believe tha if a dead man should rise up and con front mo should not regard it as out o the province of reasonable and expected occurrence. Zozi, what a school I have gone through since o'clock this after noon I was sitting in barber shop waiting for my turn, when my mint was suddenly darkened by a strange con fusion, and out of the darkness flashed rays of light, and in the light were strange but sweetest memories. thought must have dreamed, but, no l had not dGzed. do not come as plowboy, precious, he added, smiling
 The hostess came up and drew u away, and soon the "professor" haC drowned the low voices of the past witt a fierce piano storm of the present.. w had that night no chance for further con versation, but just before parting h' asked me if ho might call the next day
 "Yes, answered, "come in the aft ernOOn. Do you know where live?''
 "Oh, l can find the way. Goot night,'' he said aloud and whispered Angel"
 had gone to bed and was just dozin, off to sleep when moral self question ing came with sudden force and aroused mo to full consciousness. Had acted discreetly in granting that man, a stran ger from society's point of view, thu privilege of such an intimacy? But then. how light were all customs of tn frivolous and heartless present whor weighed against the endearments of holy past. That man had been my bus band. and with me had shared the love G a beautiful boy, and now should ques ton his moral right to lay fond clain to mo? I did not see how could, anC yet l knew that society would accept O no explanation-in fact, could compre bend no such relationship. wondered if it were wise to tell my mother, ant instantly felt that it would not be, fo Sh0 with her nractica1 mind ,,,o,, "a mo