The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-02-20

answered in a low voice these words:
And I. also, have green eyes
Eight days after 1 counted myself
as one of Lord Ms good friends.
Naples. I knew now the secret of
the phrase:
ssAnd I, also, have green eyes,
They had married my lady to my
lord because he most adnira bly,
suited to her rank, age and fortune
AS he was man of charming ex-
terror and excee dinghy accomplished,
the poor young girl, at the most i'm
questionable 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 I'M
dignif1ed in a man destined to a GER
tain future in the house of lords, or
the EPSON races Now, when an Eng
Gshman only suspicious thing to be
undignified, he will jump from Lon
don bridge rather than submit him
self to it, if he is a 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 q
love disdained. I alone OWNED her
struggles; nor a word nor a 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 heI
heart to me, being persuaded that a
another; but she seemed to divine my
thought, with that rare intuition
with which women are endowed She
was, perhaps, grateful 20 me, but, had
I even stretched out my hand in SYM
patty, 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 wife accompanied me in all my
excursions. A book in his hand, M
lord commenced everything and
looked at nothing; the young Eng
iishwoman was attentive, but indif-
ferent. One day, the last that we
passed in Naples, our promenade led
US before a statue of Sapho, ready to
precipitate herself in the waves. My
lord read in his book:
-.sapno tauthor unknown marble
1.-The famous priestess is represented at
the moment when she is prepared to pre-
cipitate herself into the sea, in despair at
adored. Her left hand throws her Tyre be-
hind her. as If to abandon all which ma de
her glory and her life. Very beautiful
marble, found at Syracuse in excava-
ition Attributed to the sculptor. Agri-
Very beautiful said my lord, and
passed
The young wife paused before it,
while her husband 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.
I watched an instant the two statues
face to face, the marble statue and
the statue of flesh, anima ted 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 heI
way in the museum with a sad smile
on her pale lips
The following morning were CD
shipboard returning to England. It
was the second day of our voyage. Tt
was midnight, and I was seated upon
deck dreaming, my spirit Graded de-
hcious1y in the mildness of the night t.
a night of Italy, peaceful and 1umin-
Gus, crowned with chaPlet CT
trem bling stars The melody that az
italian maestro had put to some
Arab verses of winged flowers came
to my memory, and almost with out
thought, sung that oriental poetry,
dazzling and pensive at the same
time
The young wife had joined me I'M
perceived. Suddenly I noticed her
white form, and, interrupting myself.
rose.
Continue said she, sweetIy, ttcon-
tinue, pray YOU, and she leaned
upon the railing. / can see her there
all in white, with a Scotch plaid half
thrown over her shoulders, leaning
like reed upon the balustrade- Her
voice seemed to me sweet and i'm
perious, her large green eyes, always
lowered, were raised, and sparkled so
brilliantly that the night seemed
brighter commenced my song.
She listened attentively, standing in
the flood of pale light which fell
from the stars, and seemed 10 mingle
and lose herself in the milky trans
parency of the air. I had a dream OF
the white lady of Walter Scott. of the
fay of Loehleven astray that evenin g
long ago on the banks of the Cumes.
I sang with a strange sentiment, as
one who made an invocation, then,
at the moment I had finished the last
verse, I saw her bend quickly to the
movement of the vessel. voice MUIR
INJURED: '.Adieu-Sapho,' and a body