The Farmington times. [volume] (Farmington, Mo.) 1874-1902, 1901-08-08

traycd her wben strangers were near.
so great Is the power OF an aristo-
cratic education over those who havs
been confined In is narrow limits
from infancy.
wished that She might open her
heart 10 me, being persuaded that n
grief loses intensity ns II IL told TO
another; hut she seemed 70 divine my
| thought. with tkat rare intuition
with which women are endowed. She
was. perhaps, grateful 10 me, but. had
! I even stretched ont Enx aaaa Ia syIa-
pathy, the sensitive one would have
enclosed herself more firmly in her
reserve.
We arrived at Naples. where we re-
manned Is days. My lord and his
Young wifi. accompanied me In all my
excursions. 4 book In his hand, my
lord commenced everything and
looked Of nothing; the young Eng
| llshwoman was attentive, but indif-
ferent. Ore day, the last that We
passed in Naples. our promenade led
US before u statue of Sapho, ready 20
precipiiutc herself IN the waves. My
lord read in his book:
'sapho mu,hor unknown, marble.
| THE famous prissttsa 10 Represented at
/ the moment when she is prepared 10 pre-.
| cipltatr herself Into ths sea. IN despair 81
/ not being loved b. Phaon. whom she
adorsd Her left hand throws her tyre be-
] h!ad her, AZ 70 10 abandon al which made
/ her glory and her life Very beautiful
I marble. found At Syracuse 10 an rxcaNa-
/ ton. Attributed 70 the sculptor AEti.
! gsnte"
VERY beautiful" said my lord, ard
passed on.
The young wife paused before H..
/ while her husband was reading the
/ description in the book. and her eyes
were fixed upon the marble with an
| expression ~ terrible grief The
woman who knew the despair of not
being loved spoke to her defendant.
| watched an instant the two statues
! face to face, the marble statue and
the statue ~ flesh, animated by the
same grief Artist, aud almost cruel.
/ ] contemplated art and nature to-
grther, hut uuly for an instant I
took step forward, my lady Jaw me.
recovered herself. and continued her
way in the museum with lad smile
/ on her pale lips.
I The following morning wc u,rs on
shiphonrd returning 10 England II
was the second dag ~ our voyage. 10
was midnight. aud ! wns srutrd upon
deck dreaming, my spirit Graded de-
/ licously In the mildurss Of the night,
night of Italy, peaceful and mmln-
Gus, crowned with q rhuplrt 81
trembling stars. The melody that an
! Italian maestro had put tp soma
/ Arab verses Of winged flowers came
to my memory. and almost without
| thought, sung that oriental poetry.
dazzling and pcnsiye OF the same
/ time.
The Young wife Ind joined me un-
perceived Suddenly noticed hs~
white form, aud, mtcrrupting myau.f.
| rose.
Continue" said She rwcc,ly, icon.
tinuc. pray You" and ,hc leaned
upon the railing can 80" her thrrc
Iull in white. with Scotch plaid hal'
/ thrown over her shouldrrs. lcnuiug
/ like reed upon the balusirade. Her
voice seemed 10 me 80 sweet md inn
prrious. her large green eyes, always
lowered. were raised. and ,parklrd 20
brilliantly thai the night sccmcd
[ brighter commenced my song.
/ She listened attruiiyyly, standing iu
the flood Of pale light which fell
I from the stars. and seemed to m.ur'e
and lose herself in the milky trans.
parrucy uf the air. / had dream 90
/ the white lady ~ Walter Scott, Of the
/ fay ~ Lochlcyeu astray that evening
/ long ago uu the banks 81 the Cumcs.
/ I sang with . strange sentiment. as
one who made an Invocation. then.
/ st the moment had finished the last
verse, I saw her bend quickly tp the
movement ~ the vessel. \ voice wt..
INJURED: "Adicu Sapho," aud body
| fell into the water.
sprang uP the boats were
! launched rut the waves quickly
closed over her. and the sea jealous )
guarded its linnccc
They wrote to her father: "lcur
daughter was drowned by accident
| In going from Naples to Ciyiia.Nrr.
4 CHA" but the next day ! heard an
old italian sailor say, in . low voice.
shaking his head: An accident i
/ fine story She had eyes green like
| the sea; all such end their lives su:
the wind always carries them away"
And thought Of the story Of the
Arab aud Of the three sisters who
journcycd far. Perhaps the daughter
Of Albion, herself, became flower 81
the yea, and travels also upon tho
| ,,nAr. In m rtrrnnl Arnrrh fn.. liz