New-York tribune., 1904-10-16

full on the balcony 1t there that Sar passed his
time in the pleasant days, and it there that he
now when at last the glory of the scene caught
and held his gaze.
The balcony itself a rod in width and half
hundred yards in length Along the outer edge
a score of futed marble columns. Connecting these
was low. carved balustrade and close 20 it, here
and there stone benches were drawn, their broad
seats and high acks maze inviting by 1nnumcrabe
cushions. But the masters seat great chair
OF marble that like a throne for its towering back
was surmounted with the of his house Its
bulk was enough TO hold ordinary persons, and
there was more than room for Sar, This chair,
Uttered with cushions always kept In spot.
little the right of the center Of the balcony, close
beside a pillar and almost at the head oi the steps
that ran down to the
Here Sar loved to sit of an afternoon to watch the
sunset or al night when the cast cnchantmenJ
on the waters. The whole prospect whatever the
hour or the season was noble one, tremendous in
storm, lovely in peace. Yet the single thing that
drew Sars love it the flight of steps that
ran down to the
These steps were broad and shallow. if tempting
one to walk down to the waters. There perhaps
two score of them in ali but high tide half of them
covered by the waves, and always the lowest of
the flight hidden beneath the When
stood the step next the waters edge he could
far through the clear green and distinguish the black
rocks which the foundations of The balcony.
Sometimes. when the tide quiet, a bass could be
seen lettering the cool shadows wreath of
seawced floating in the depths like mermaid's
hair
But the enccment of the spot to Sar was the effect
of the stairway the view as he 1t from his
chair. Thus seen the steps always weaving a
spell that lay the watcher with curious InslStcnt
power The fascination seemed be in the fact
that they led down TO the Their descent
merged gently y the throb of the waves 1t was as
if they calling ones feet 20 the plain of the
ocean. In some subtle fashion Of their own. they
woocd the fancy ourncyings the deep. strange
Journeyings that should have end but 60
forever.
When Sar rested motonless and yielded to the
mood. from watching the steps as they Ccaselesslv
went down the sea his soul crept softly
from the flesh and was waited over the tremulous
At such times secret ImpcrsOnal 10Y thrilled
him and he reVccd the solitude the VaStncSS. the
splcndor of color the rhythm of sound. Sometimes.
as the aided its grace the horizon his soul
seemed WI Z a farther flight gories mysterious
and supernal The blood of old mystic Of his
race dominated Sar in these musings. and they
10 his profit ne always issued from them with
greater peace of spirit and with belief himself
in his fellows and in God
But to-day though the glory of the scene caught
and held his gaze his soul could fly from his body
tnue its trouble only the form of its suffering
changed Now, in place OF rage, in place of fear for
ms honor in the worlds sight. fierce longing,
an agony OF desire for that he lacked-what, The
intensity of his torment came. indeed. from this
Vagucness as to that he cravcd His soul clamOred
for something what, Something he lacked,
thing that was the breath of life something he had
never had, some thing unknown essential. the clue
to happiness.
For long time he wrestled with the problem, until
he