Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1899-10-13

Absurd -
Listen The landlord shook The
smpbOra. and they heard the gurgling
az the liquid within.
lis this a trickr How is il that
Vesuvius itssh did not dry il up."
"Pomp,ii was engulted and buried,
Int not burned
That dues nut sufficiently explain
Il
E" Chi 10 saT don't try to explain
IL ] bear the wine murmur in its pris
on. Will YOU ny i'll II was too tart,
too crude for the gdiie Pansas. Int for
You il is lus, at the right stage.
mo, indeed. ! should not care for
I its favor Of pitch, it, resinuus aroma.
picstuIn, at said the Pompeiians. and
would much prefer the growth Of Your
own vineyard. the black, sweet wine,
warmed by tie beat Of the sun and the
volcano il is rather heavy, hut palata-
hle don I feel much confidence in
this fossil Cecuhs.
"Ynu are wrong.
Come, ny host if ] were inclined
10 be sUperstitious ! should distrust
voc and your wine. No sooner do ask
for such an impossible wine than you
hiring il, and in an omphora, over
which al this very moment. ! have no
doubt, is lowering the spirit Of the elder
Plipy."
AT least, 5gDor, you might taste
it, B."
Trreverently breaking the iDviolate
seal, the landlord removed the wrapping
aronnd the ampbora' 8 mouth, skinned
off the drop Of oil. which protected the
! liquor from contact with the air, then.
handing an antique goblet TO bis gnest,
he filled IT with half the contents Of the
amphora, the famous Cecuba wine, and
smilingly withdrew.
Louis watched him without remon-
STRANGE. He held the cup mp before bis
eyes. and in spite Of his inCredulity ad.
mired the ruby red color Of the wine
with burned topaz sparkle, as the
sun shone through it,
But no sooner bad the wine passed
his bps than sudden heat, as Of liquid
fire. ran through his veins, a subtle
e1alation rose to his brain.
The goblet, falling from his hand,
struck and broke the glass in which the
lizard was confined. Instead Of escap-
ing il glided with the swiftness Of
tightening along the neck Of the am
phora and disappeared within it with
cut being perceived by Louis, cntranced
in reyerie.
Zoe" suddenly exclaimed a clear
and melodious voice.
Louis started woke, drew his hand
across his eyes and stared at the spot
from which the voice seemed to come.
The room was now in darkness. save
for a fading glimmer Of the sun : last
ray, and cut Ct this vague twilight
there gided toward him the slender
form Of a young and marveously beau
tiful woman.
GLOW came you hereT'' be asked in
bewilderment.
Dreamer murmured the young
girl, laying her white, jeweled hand
upon his and gazing softly into his
eyes
Through the sllken waves of her Jet
black hair, smooth as eatip. perfumed
with rarest essences. was drawn white
tillet, like the line of silver stream in
the darkness of the night The net
which EMBODIED them sparkled with
pearls and brilliant shells Her rounded
chin, touched with a soft dimple. the
straight classic nose the voluptuous
curve of the lips, were modelled on tho
lines of an antique cameo,
The long gray cloak in which the fair
unknown was enveloped half concealed
a white garment, the long tunic or
stola, which gave her the appearance
of some ancient POmpeiian beauty,
spared by the centuries, rescued from
the lava of Nesuvius
But what perplcxed him more than
her strange costume was to recognize
in the cleaning eyes of the Young WON
an familiar glance whose sparkle had
once before shone into his. Int vet he
could not recall where he had ever seen
her.
II am called NRvoleia Tyche, said
she in clear, musical accents
The architect started in astonsh-
ment.
"NRvoleia TyChe. the freed woman
of Julfa?"
Eyes "
1.-The beloved of Caius Munatius
Faustus?"
IL am she "
To-day looked at and admired your
tomb. Tell me, are you dead or living -
Listen" And her voice was touched
with a tender melancholy That tomb
| built while living for myself and for
Caius Faustus. to whom the decurons
had awarded the donors of the bisel-
lium. and | hoped some day to find
there eternal rest The gods willed it
otherwise. Often. returning from my
evening drives. before entering the
town | passed and looked with pride at
my superb mausoleum, on which were
carved my own features and form. But
who remembers now the beautiful and
adored Navoleia Tyche, who now would
know her in her new shape, who now
could distinguish her from her countless
companionsS'
Dazzled by the beauty of the Pom,
peiian, bewitched by her enhancing
voice and unable in his bewidered
mind to distinguish clearly between
the boundaries of past and present, he
tried in vain to comprehend the mys-
terry Of her strange words.
Either am dreaming or else this
wine has intoxicated RE and | have
lost my senses" he mLrmured.
Wretch, this is lot dream!"
"Why do you rcproach me?'
sIn win did I fry tO Hen In yoiD