The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-09-01

answered in low voice these words:
"And /, also. have green eyes"
Eight days after l counted myself 1
as one of Lord Ms. good friends, /
and started with himself and wife for
Naples. 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 a man of charming ex-
terror and exceedingly 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 UNI
dignified in a man destined to a 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 it, if he is a true gentleman.
The poor child, whose gentle heart
was i'll prepared for such a situation,
had given herself without reserve,
and suffered all the tortures of a
love disdained. / 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.
/ wished that she might open her
heart to me, being persuaded that
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
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-
manned 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 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:
"Sapho (author unknown) marble
The famous priestess is represented at
the moment when she Is prepared to pre-
cipitate herself into the sea, in despair at
! not being loved by Phaon. whom she
adored. Her left hand throws her Tyre be-
hind her. as If to abandon all which made
her glory and her life. Very beautiful
marble. found at Syracuse in an excava-
tion. Attributed TO the sculptor. Agri-
genie"
Very beautiful" said my lord, and
passed on.
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
/ 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
1 contemplated art and nature to.
gether, but only for an instant
took step forward, my lady saw me
recovered herself, and continued hel
way in the museum with a sad smile
on her pale lips.
The following morning we were or
shipboard returning to England. II
was the second day of our voyage. Il
was midnight, and l was seated upoT
deck dreaming, my spirit Graded de
liciously in the mildness of the night
night of Italy, peaceful and lumin
Gus, crowned with a chaplet o
trembling stars. The melody that al
Italian maestro had put to som,
Arab verses of winged flowers cam,
to my memory, and almost withou
thought, l sung that oriental poetry
dazzling and pensive at the SAM
time.
The young wife had Joined me un
perceived. Suddenly / noticed he
white form, and, interrupting myself
rose.
Continue" said she, sweetly, "con
pay fOhs anu ShC ASoAtt'
, upon the railing. / can see her Their
: all in white, with a Scotch plaid hal
thrown over her shoulders. leanin!
like reed upon the balustrade. He
voice seemed to me so sweet and i'm
perious, her large green eyes, Away
: lowered, were raised, and sparkled 5
| brilliantly that the night SCENE
brighter. l commenced my song
: She listened attentively, standing i
: the flood of pale light which fe
: from the stars, and seemed to mingl
7 and lose herself in the milky trans
parency of the air. l had dream O
D the white lady of Walter Scott, of tn
: fay of Lochleven astray that evenin
I long ago on the banks of the Cume.
, / sang with a strange sentiment, a
D one who made an inyocation; theI
at the moment had finished the las
D verse, saw her bend quickly to tn
: movement of the vessel. A voice mul
e INJURED: "Adieu-Sapho," and bod
fell into the water.
sprang up-the boats wer
e launched, but the waves quickl