The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1898-10-02

with me-" she Said But Fanny is pink and
seize the moral lessons of the pictures.
Fanny went softly among these master
pieces, she admitted she knew so little
about them" and she confessed that to her
they were all beautiful" Fanny's ''beautf-
ful' inclined to be little monotonous, Miss
glad when the last sunny Alp had vanished
because of the staccato of Fanny's admira-
ton. Helen said little, but Miss Winchelsea
had found her little wanting on the aes-
thetic side in the old days. and was not
surprised that sometimes she seemed quite
lost TO the art about them in the contempla-
ton OF the dresses of the other visitors.
AT Rome the young man was with them
internationally. rather 'ttouristy" friend
planned comically to Miss Winchelsea, II
have only two short weeks in Rome he
said, and my friend Leonard wants to
spend whole day at Tivoli looking at
What is your friend Leonardo" asked
Miss Winchelsea, abruptly
ever met, the young man repled-amusing
ly, but little unsatisfactory, Miss Win
chelsea thought.
could not think what they would have done
without him. Miss Winchelsea's interest
and Fanny's enormous capacity for admiral
ton were Unsuitable They never ragged
pictures and sculpture galleries, immense
crowded churches, ruins and museums, Ju-
palaces. they admired their way through un-
hlnchingly. They never saw a stone pine or
a eucalvotus but they named and admired
it; they never glimpsed Soracte but they
exclaimed. Their common ways were made
wonderful by imaginative play. Here
Caesar may have walked" they would saw
Raphael may have seen Soracte from this
point They happened on the tomb of
Bibulus.
odd Bibuus,' said the young man.
The Oldest monument of republican
Rome! said Miss Winchelsea.
II dreadfully stupid" said Fanny. but
There was a curious little pause
asMt ne the person who built the
The young man glanced quickly at her
and laughed
That was Balbas," he said. Helen red
dened, but neither he nor Miss Winchelsea
threw any light upon Fanny's ignorance
about BibuluS.
Helen was more taciturn than the other
three, but then she was always tacturn
and usually took care of the tram tickets
and other things like that, or kept her eye
on them If the young man took them and
them. Glorious times they had, these young
people, in that pale brown Clearly city of
memories that was once the world. Their
only sorrow was the shortness of the time.
They said, indeed. that the electric trans
and the seventy buildings, and that GRIM
inal advertisement that glares upon the
unSpeakiby, but that was only part of the
fun. And, indeed Rome is such wonder
ful place that it made Miss Winchesea for
get some of her most carefully prepared en-
thusiasm at times, and Helen, taken un-
dWareS, would suddenly admit the beauty
of unexpected things. Yet Fanny and Helen
would have liked "a shop window so in
the English quarter if Miss Winchelsea's
uncompromising, cultivated hostility to all
other English vislIors had not rendered that
district impossible
The intellectual and aesthetic fellowship
young man passed insensibly towards
deeper feeling. The exuberant Fanny did
her best to keep pace with their recondite
admiration by playing her "beautiful with
vigor and her utmost discretion, and say
ing "Oh, let's go.'' with enormous appetite
whenever a new place of interest was men
toned. But Helen developed a certain want
of sympathy towards the end that disap
pointed Miss Winchelsea a little. She re-
Beatrice Cenci-Sheleys Beatrice Cenci!-
in the Barberini gallery. and one day when
they were deploring the electric trans she
get about somehow, and it's better than
torturing horses up these horrid little hills"
''horrid little hls!''
And the day they went on the Palatine-'
though Miss Winchelsea did not know of
this-she remarked suddenly to Fanny:
want TO overtake them. And we don't
say the right things for tnem when we do
II wasn't trying to overtake them" said
Fanny, slackening her excessive pace Il
wasn't, indeed" And for a minute she was
But Miss Winchelsea had come upon hap
pipess. It was only when she came to look
DdCK across an intervening Tragedy IndL she
quite realized how happy she had been.
pacing among the cypress Swallowed ruins
ard exchanging the very highest class of
information the human mind can possess,
the most refined impressions it is possible
to convey. Insensibly, emotion crept into
their intercourse. summing itself openly and
pleasantly at last when Helen's modernity
was not too near. InSensbly, their interest
6rifted from the wonderful associations
about them to their more intimate and per-
sonal feelings. In tentative way informa-
ton was supplied she spoke alluSively or
her school, of her examination successes
of her gladness that the days of cram We're
over. He made it quite clear that he also
was teacher. They spoke of the greatness
of their calling, of the necessity of sympa-
thy to face it's irlxsome details. of certain
loneliness they sometimes felt.
That was in the Colosseum, and 1t was as
far as they got that day. because Helen. re-
turned with Fanny-she had taken her into
the upper galleries. Yet the private dreams
of Miss Winchelsea, already vivid and con-
crete enough, became now realistic. in the
highest degree. She figured that pleasant
young man, lecturing in the most edifylng
way to his students. herself modestly prom
!Eent: as his intellectual mate and helper
bureaus, with white shelves of high-class
books, and autotypes of the pictures of
Rossetti and Burne-Jones with Morris's
wall papers. and flowers in pots of beaten
copper. Indeed. she figured many things.
On the Pincio the two had a few precious
Fanny off to see the muro Torto, and he
SPOKE at once plainly. He said he hoped
their friendship was only beginning, that
he had already found her company very
precious to him. that indeed 1t was more
than that.
He became nervous thrusting at his
glasses with trembling fingers as though he
fancied his emotions made them unstable.
81 should of course" he said, tell you
Kings about myself I know it is rather un-
usual my speaking to you like this. Only
our greeting has been accidental-or
providential-and I am snatching at things.
/ came to Rome expecting lonely tour,
and / have been SO very happy, so very
in a Dosition-I have dared to think
And
He glanced over his shoulder and stopped.
He said "Demn" quite distinctly and she
did not condemn him for that manly lapse
into profanity. She looked and saw his
friend Leonard advancing He drew nearer,
he raised his hat TO Miss Winchelsea, and
his smile was almost grin.
Il have been looking for you everywhere,
Snooks,' he said. You promised to be on
the piazzi steps half an hour ago."
Shocks. The name struck Miss WinchelSea
like a blow in the face She did not hear his
reply. She thought afterwards that Leonard
must have considered her the vaguest-
minded person. To this day she is not sure
whether she was introduced to Leonard or
not nor what she said to him. A sort of
mental paralysis was upon her. Of all Of
fensive surnames-Snooks!
Helen and Fanny were returning, there
were civiltieS, and the young men were re-
ceding She controlled herself to face the
inquiring eyes of her friends by great eff
fort. All that afternoon she lived the life of