The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-10-02
quick to seize the moral lessons of the pic

Fauuy went gGftly among these maSter-
pieces. she admitted she knew so little
about them ana she confessed to ner
they were all beautiful" Fanny's beau
tiful' inclined TO he Httie monotOaous,
Miss Winchclsea thought She had been
quite glad when the last sunny Alp had
vanished because of the staccato of Fan
ny's admiration. Helen said little, but
Miss Winchclsea had found her a little
wanting on the aesthetic side IN the old
days. and was not surprised that some
times she laughed at the young mans hes
itating delicate little jests and sometimes
she didn't, and sometimes she seemed quite
lost Go the art about them in the contem-
platoon of the dresses of the other visit
Ors.
At Rome the young man was with them
intermittently, A rather "touristy" friend
of his took him away at times, He com
planned comically to Miss Wncnelsea, i
have only two short weeks in Rome, he
said. "and my friend Leonard wants to
spend a whole day at TiVoli looking ut
water fan"
What Is your friend Leonardo" asked
Miss Wlnchelsea, abruptly.
Hes the most enthusiastic pedestrian
/ ever mot" the young man replied
amusngly, but a little unsatisfactorily
Miss Winchelsca thought.
They had some glorious times, and Fan
ny could not think what they would nave
done without him. Miss Winchelsea's IN
admiration were Unsuitable. They never
flagged-pictures and sculpture galleries,
immense crowded churches, ruins and mu-
seums, Judas trees and pricldy pears, wine
carts and palaces, they admired their way
through unninchngly. They never saw
stone pine or a eucalyptus but they named
and admitted IT, they never gltmpsed Soc
rates but they exclaimed Their common
ways were made wonderful by magma
tive play. "Ilere Caesar may have walk
cd they would say. Raphael may have
seen Socrates from this point They hap
pened on the tomb Of Bibulus.
"OH Bibulus," said the young man
THE Oldest monument of Republican
Rome" said Miss Winchelsea.
I'm dreadruny stupid" said Fanny.
"but who was Bibulus?'
There was curious little pause
WASN'T he the person who built the
waE?" said Helen.
The young man glanced quickly at her
and laughed.
That was Balbus" he said. Helen red
dened, but neither he nor Miss Winchei-
sea threw any light upon Fanny s lBho'
rance about Bibuus.
Helen was more taclturn than the other
three but then She was Always taciturn
aud usually took care of the train uckcts
and things like that or kept her eye on
them if the young man took them ana told
him where they were when he wanted
them Glorious times they had. these
young people in that pale brown cleanly
city OF memories that was once the
world Their only sorrow was the short
ness Of the time. They said, indeed that
| the electric trans and the 20 buildings'and
| that criminal advertisement that giareS
/ upon the Forum, outraged their aesthetic
| feelings unspeakably, but that was only
| part OF the fun. And, indeed, Rome Is such
| a wonderful place that II made Miss WIN
| chelsea forget some of her most carefully
| prepared enthusiasm at times, and lieien,
| taken unawares, would suddenly ADMIT
| The beauty OF unexpected things. Yet an
nv ana Helen would have liked shop WIN
| dow or so in the English quarter u MISS
| Wincdelsea's Incorporating, cultlvatei
hostility to all the other English Visitors
| had not rendered that district impossible.
The intellectual and aesthetic fellowship
| of Miss Winchelsea and the scholarly
| young man passed insensibly towards a
| deeper feeling. The exuberant Fanny did
her best 10 keep pace with their recondite
| admiration by playing her beautttuf
with vigor and her utmost discretion, ana
| SAYING "Oh! let's Co." with enormous ap-
| petite. whenever a new place Of interest
| was mentioned. But Helen developed q
certain want of sympathy towards the END
| that disappointed Miss Wincheisea little.
| She refused TO "see anything" in the race
| of Beatrice Cencl-Sheney's Beatrice Cenel!
in the Barberni gallery, and one day
| when they were depioring the electric
trans she said rather snappishly that
| "people must get about somehow ana II s
! better than torturing horses up these hor-
rid little hills" She spoke Of the Seven
| Hills of Rome as "horrid little htllsv
And the day they went on the Palatine-
| though Miss Winchelsea did not know ol
i this-she remarked suddenly TO Fanny
Don't hurry like that, my dear; they don
want us to overtal6e them. And we don
say the right things for them when we d'
get near"
Il wasn't trying to overtake them" SAT-
| Fanny. slackening her excessive pace; .
wasn't indeed" And for minute she wa
| short Of breath.
But Miss Winchelsea had come upoI
| happiness 1t was only when she came Z
look back across an intervening TRACED!
that she quite realized how happy she ha'
been pacing among the cypress shadowe'
ruins and exchanging the very higheS
class Of information the human mind car
possess the most refined impressions II Il
possible TO convey Insensibly emotioi
| crept into the intercourse, summing itseIi
openly and Pleasantly at last when Helen !
modernity was not too near. Insensibiy
their interest drifted from the wonderful
, associations about them TO their more intl
, mate and personal feelings. In tentative
way information was supplied; she spoke
, | allusfvely of her school, Of her examination
, successes Of her giadness chat the days OF
cram were over He made 1t quite clear
that he. also was a teacher. They spoke OF
the greatness Of their calling, OF me neces-
. sitv of sympathy TO face It's lrksohe oe-
tails of a certain loneliness they sometimes
| felt.
Tbat was In the Colosseum ana Il was
&c far az they got that day. because Helen
a.t,rnod win Fanny-she had taken her
into The upper galleries. Yet the private
dreams Of Miss Wincheisea, already VIVA
| and concrete enough, became now realis-
tic IN The highest degree She figured that
pleasant young man. occurring in the most
! edIfyins way 10 his students, herself mod
! cstlv prominent, as his intellectual mate
and helper She figured a refined little
| house. with two bureaus, with white
! shelves Of high-class books, and autotypes
| Of the pictures of Rossetti and Burne-
! Jones, with Morris wall papers and flow-
ers in pots of beaten copper. Indeed, she
figured many things. On the Pincio the two
had few precious moments together, while
Helen marched Fanny off to see the muro
Torto, and he spoke al once plainly He
said he hoped their friendship was only
beginning that he already found her COM