The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-07-30

amid in the water below, all shining
with different colored lights, and the
| blue grotto and the Mexican who came
out every evening and sang his little
song? What was the song? / can't
remember the name of it, but l know
the tune. If somebody would only hum
a snatch of it, 1 could remember 1t di-
rectly. Will somebody
She waited. Presently she began to
mutter impatiently.
"Will nobody hum the tune? 1t is
strange 1 can't remember it. I can't
remember anything any more. 1t seems.
| Those spiders on the wall have spun
their webs across my BRAIN"
There isn't a single spider on the
wall" said the girl.
"Of course not" assented the other.
'If you take all their rawlings literally.
you will presently be raving yourself.
What is this place she is talking
about?"
Il imagine it was some sort OF expo
sition held somewhere. 1 can't tell
where. Maybe they spent their honey
moon there. Sometimes think it must
have been the Worlds fair. She talks
of white buildings and white bridges.
i
saw it. 1 have heard so much about it.
She talks of it constantly. They sat at
little tables and looked at the crowd.
The women were pretty women. They
were dressed in light, fiimsy organdies,
with flowers at their belts. In one of
the buildings there was a concert, and
the orchestra often played Chopin's flu
neral march. She huns it by the hour.
I icta he &c,
THAT was the strain which followed
us, wasn't it. Jean?" said the woman
when she had finished humming. DO
you remember the green arbors covered
with gourd vines. where we sat and lis
tened to it? The moonlight whitened
the tuberose beds outside. Oh. oh. it
makes me sick and faint and dizzy now
to smell tuberosesi l pass the stations
where the boys sell them in rush /
can't bear ito be reminded so OF you
now that have lost YOU"
Things like that said the girl
make me believe he still lives and is
only lost to her. She never says that
he is dead. just lost TO her"
You can't tell anything about It,"
declared the old nurse. The best way
is TO look upon them as cases. Don't
attempt TO go into the minutia Of their
lives. 1t won't 40 them any good; 1t
won't do you any good"
She smoothed the pillow and pressed
the womans tangled hair back from
her white forehead.
Perhaps the whole thing Is a dream
They are full of fancies, these poor. sick
PEOPLE. Turn a deaf ear and harden
your heart. You will succeed all the
better in your work of caring for them"
But notwithstanding her sage advice
her old eyes were full Of pity as she lis
tened TO the incoherent muttering OF
the jnyalid. which resolved Itself at
length into words: And the moonlight
the moonlight shut myself-In the
house-so can't see that Il breaks
my-heart,"
Il: the doctor would only comet" Sob
bed the young nurse.
Well, We will try TO forget that there
is such thing as moonlight. won't we
Jean? That Is the OILY way 20 live
without going mad. Tear such memo
rieS out OF your heart and trample on
them Oh. met"
She commenced lightly and deIicateiy
to pick at the coverlids.
Suppose" said she. that you should
grow famous What IS fame? The ad-
rl!ratOn. in some cases even the ado
ration. Of people you have never seen
and whom you never win zee. Then
how can tame benefit . woman A
man might manage Go 1--we On IL, but q