Daily camera., 1901-10-03

preached her, and asked her opinion.
She slowly raised the long lashes
which seemed to veil her soul, and
in low voice these words:
And /, also, have green eyes"
Eight days after counted myself
as one Of Lord Ms good friends,
and started with himself and wife for
Naples. I knew now the secret Of
the phrase:
"And 1, also. have green eyes"
They had married my lady to my
lord because he was most admirably
suited to her rank, age and fortune.
As he was man of charming en-
terror and exceedingly accomplished,
the poor young girl, al the most inn
pressionable age. loved him with all
the strength OF her soul. The young
man. after the months consecrated
to the honeymoon, Judged that to
show love for his wife was almost un-
dignified in q man destined to GER
tain future in the house of lords. or
the EPSON races. Now. when an Eng
lishman only suspicious thing to be
undignified, he will jump from Lon
don bridge rather than submit him
self to 1t, II he is true gentleman.
The poor child, whose gentle heart
was i'll prepared for such situation,
had given herself without reserve,
and suffered all the tortures of a
love disdaincd. / alone OWNED her
struggles; nor q word nor look be-
trayed her when strangers were near,
so great is the power of an aristo-
cratic education over those who have
been confined in its narrow limits
from infancy.
I wished that she might open her
heart to me. being persuaded that a
grief loses intensity as it is told to
another; but she seemed to divine my
thought. with that rare intuition
with which women are endowed. She
was, perhaps. grateful to me, but. had
I even stretched out my hand in SYM
pathy, the sensitive one would have
enclosed herself more firmly in her
reserve.
We arrived at Naples, where we re-
mained Is days. My lord and his
young wife accompanied me in all my
excursions. a book in his hand, my
lord commenced everything and
looked at nothing; the young Eng
lishwoman was attentive, but iIdi.-
ferent. One day, the last that we
passed in Naples, our promenade led
us before statue of Sapho. ready to
precipitate herself in the waves. My
lord read in his book:
''sapho onuthor unknown marble.
THE famous pr.esiess is represented at
the moment when she is prepared TO pre-
ctpi.ate herself into the sea. In despair a,
70, being loved by Phaon. whom she
aeored. Her left hand throws her Tyre be-
hind her. as II TO abandon al! which made
her glory and her life Very beautiful
marble. found at Syracuse in an e1caya-
tion. Attributed 10 the sculptor. Agri-
gents."
VERY beautiful" said my lord, and
passed on.
The young wife paused before it,
while her hus band was reading the
description in the book. and her eyes
were fixed upon the marble with an
expression of terrible grief. The
woman who knew the despair of not
being loved spoke TO her descendant.
watched an instant the two statues
face to face, the marble statue and
the statue Of flesh, animated by the
same grief. Artist, and almost cruel.
contemplated art and nature to-
gether, but only for an instant.
took a step forward, my lady saw me,
recovered herself. and continued her
way in the museum with a sad smile
on her pale lips.
The following morning we were on
shipboard returning to England. I,
was the second day of our voyage. /,
was midnight, and / was seated upon
deck dreaming. my spiri, Graded de-
liciously in the mildness OF the night.
q night of Italy, peaceful and lumin-
Gus. crowned with chaplet of
trembling stars. The meledy that an
italian maestro had put to some
Arab verses Of winged flowers came
to my memory, and almost withou,
thought, ] sung tina; oriental poetry.
dazzling and pensive at the same
time.
The young wife had joined me un-
perceived. Suddenly l noticed her
white form, and, interrupting myself.
rose.
Continue" said she, sweetly, Con
tinue, / pray YOU" and she leaned
upon the railing. / can see her there
nll in white, with Scotch plaid half
thrown over her shoulders. leaning
like reed upon the balustrade. Her
voice seemed to me so sweet and i'm
perious, her large green eyes. always
lowered, were raised. and spsrkled so
brilliantly that the night seemed
brighter. I commerted my song.
She listened attentively, standing in
the food of pale light which fell
from the stars, and seemed to mingle
and lose herself in the milky trans
RniChSy Va eut aAi. Hdu uACaH VI
the white lady of Walter Scott. of the
fay Of Lochleven astray that evening
long ago on the banks of the Cumes.
I sang with a strange sentiment, az
one who made an invocation: then,
at the moment ! had finished the last
verse, saw her bend quickly to the
of the vessel. A voice mur-
"Adieu-Sapho," and a body
fell into the water.
sprang up-the boats were
but the waves quickly
closed over her, and the sea jealousy
guarded its fancee.
They wrote to her father: "Your
daughter was drowned by accident
in going from Naples to Ciyita-Vcc-
CHA" but the next day | heard an
old Italian sailor say, in low voice,
shaking his head: AN accident! A
fine story! She had eyes green like
the sea; all such end their lives so;
the wind always carries them away"
And thought of the story of the
Arab and of the three sisters who
journeyed far. Perhaps The daughter
Of Albion, herself, became flower OF