New-York tribune., 1903-11-04


at it as one looks at some native products from
far off conjectured country. gave him the stamps,
and they filed him with tremulous Joy. But as
you do not know who Anastasi is If am to answer
your letter I must begin from the beginning.
You ask me why linger in this bankrupt coun-
try among an abandoned popuace, who drink
resinated wine" You tell me that the golden
days are upon London. that the little green chairs
in the park are full that Sarah Bernhardt's voice
is a more mellow miracle than ever, that you went
TO "Rigoletto' last night and going to Faust
tomorrow. that PiccadiIly is gray and shady, and
sweet with the smell of flower stalls and asphalt
and that a blue mist hangs in Pail Mall, like the
bloom on plum. Yet I sit here, and am not, like
Ruth, sick for home. I will tell you why
The stylograph pen with which I write to you
Is my only link with what you insoently call
civilization. Ny English clothes all outworn,
ana wear barbarous garb; my hands and face
are dyed tawny brown with those inimitable COS
metics. sun and air. I sitting on the edge
Of the riverbed of the Eurotas at the corner of
grove of expresses tall and solemn like clad
Romish priests. and ncrusted with rough fruit
This has once been the garden round some Turkish
house. for in the middle stands a pile of ruins
weathered and worn Remembering Brownings
Home thoughts from abroad went and tapped.
not with a hoe. but with the end of my stick.
the mouldering plaster of a cornice, and sure
enough, with divine fitness. there dropped out
scorpion with wide angry nippers."
But the garden has long been allowed to
wild. and what is lovelier than garden wild?
Several olive trees have grown up among the
Expresses and wild vines already covered with lit
tie hard green globes. loop and twine themselves
among their branches. Here. again there is a
pomegranate-have you any idea Of a pomegranate
except a wrinked, knobby lump bought the
quay at Marseilles?-with thick red flowers look
ing as If they were made of wax. On it. too, the
fruit is forming. and little FURNISHED pitchers
are beginning to take the place OF the flowers =
sit at the Of this wild garden. which
Nature has again taken to herself. Above
there is a sky of incredible blue. in front the
stream bed OF the Eurotas. boisterous blue stream
with deep holes to swim in, and across that the
olive covered plain rising gently to the hills be-
yond, covered with vegetation on their lower slopes
put out pare above, showing fhe eooG req earth ana
Of a scene in Bible picture book, which used TO
the good Samaritan, with headgear resembling
an oyerrpe pumpkin. was ministerIng to the
row of hills exactly like these.
stream which joins the river a hundred yards below
at the farm of Anastass father. To my right there
rises bed of taI reeds ten feet high, which talk
together with dry pattering tongues and in the
reeds the cicadas are winding their watches. I
lean against the trunk OF a white poplar, and a
nightingale sings in the poplar H.. 49,.
millstream comes hurrying out of a cool green
tunnel of wild hg trees the lair Of tawny spider
hangs malignant and busy on a silk suspension
bridge & the e Of the the E Ths fer %ef 0
Of the darkness a cool draught draws down Look
ing up into the moist. green cave, you see far
up a white uncertain glimmer Of foam, whore a
rock breaks the stream. and lower down ltue
luminous specks of gold from the sunlight which
filters through the roof, and at the opening the
are bright from the reflection of the sun off the
water. Now and then tortoise goes padding
priestlike frogs sit on the edge in readiness to
plunge in at your approach. - ,,o.,,
stemmed maidenhair line the banks the tips OF
he eaHsS @ t GIag aT oaoRes them Fresh juicy
elders. with white Parasol-like flowers grow thick
green of myrtle leaves pushes up among thenl
over the water feat blue winged dragon I,ed ieS M ana
moment a great yellow thistle close to me.
doubt. from the farm below, crop quickly and
arXiously at some young shoots OF hawthorn. me
people taking a hurried meal before going TO catch
hundred yards below stand the gray roofs Of
the farm. It has been mill, and wall OF
masonry stil conducts the millstream down
ties Itself and Spreads at viii over the broad river
bed never think Joining the river but aGshlng
First it waters all those clumps Of pink oeanders
which grow tns nSs aS @ front Of French cafes with
desoIate stalks and few starved leaves and now
ene es an as9 se Of Pink blossoms Then turning the
left, it gives drink TO that row OF p0PlarS ea anu
ders and a meadow of wild spiraea. which Is JUST
70 those great yellow thistes mixed with spurge;
and there think it comes to am enq' @ I0f ber beyDp
I found among the spurge yesterday the cater
paT @ rodifaf,pg its chrysaiis change Horned red
legged. and spotted with yellow it disdained con-
real
plant Soon" it thought, 81 shall be safe enough;
The ford across the Eurotas lies just IN front
of me. and an hour ago delightful little drama ma
yuas acted there 4 very small boy on very lai ge
donkey wished to cross. and drive over anotner
1onItey The means by which he hoped to erect
tLis were recondte oaths and large piece OF wood
IKE a cricket bat. and reaching forward on ms
Sonlyev he would smte the other one with H. All
Vent well till the three reached midstream; out
tIare the other donkey wandered of the ford INTO
the water about three feet deep wnere II sto9d 43
co1+entedlv for the day was hot. The boy, dla
not wish to follow it there but in an III considered
,,ooroeDt he thought he could still Snite II from
tho eba1loy water Of the ford. But he misJudge
III distance the blow fell innocuous, and the
criclret bat flew out Of his hand and hoated down
e+rean and he had to drive the donkey Win
Strange oaths alone When II had cooled itself they
proved effeCtual. ..,. z...oa rrr-l1fz+
town living on the lower ridges OF ,Iaygetus' @ ana
cCmTanding the plain. The little street runs
steepv M between empty houses TIL 1t reaches
ssSa fcb,,rch where a few nuns live N the pre-
oIpc+s one was spinning, another feedlng neI
enat with a branch Of acacia third ore" me me
6o From, the we'll in bucket OF olive wood me
cbnrcb itself has a terrace looking out over I ue
ooinjn and there, framed between Byzanune cor
ppTnns / sat and looked at the fairest We" Hau
ever light north wind blowing, and the olive