The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1905-06-15
LITTLE
LANTERNS of
THE SOUL
By SIDNEY b. COLE
Copyright, 1906, by T. C. Mcclure

In the library of the villa the tw
men faced each other. The little ret
shaded lamp dimiy lighted the big, luz
urious room. Outside the last traces o
the soft Italian twilight were fading ii
the west, and the first Of the myriat
stars were blinking, uncertain yellow
dots in the blue velvet sky.
Orne senior lifted his piercing blaci
eyes and looked at his son searchingly
You're q common ne'er do WELL" b.
burst out, "a gambler, loafer, a rake
You squander fortune at the gaming
tables and come whining to me fol
more money to lose. Get your money
where you lost it. I'm through witt
you"
Young Orne drew himself up. ia
ther7-he began.
I'm done with you" the Older mar
thundered Il wash my hands Of you
As God Is my Judge, I'll cut you of
without cent. Go ont into the world
and stand on your own feet or sink
into the mire Of ruin you've been deiv'
ing In. It's all one to me-"
Young Orne strobe silently to the
door, turned, hesitated, then hurried
through the hall into the soft night
without. The last streak Of red was
gone from the west. Far below him at
the foot Of the slope the little village
was agleau with lights. he noticed
that even in the trees tiny luminous
pin points of light shone steadily. Then
be remembered that it was st. Johns
eve and that the lights were part of
the fiesta.
He descended the steps and strobe
across the terraces and through the
villa gardens. AS be came to group
Of olive trees Just beyond the sundial
he saw dimly q girlish figure standing
beneath one Of the trees. There was
the rasp Of match, q tiny Chinese
lantern was lighted, and in tts mellow
glow he saw plainly the girls upturned
face as she reached up to fasten the
lantern to a low hanging branch. It
was Ethelyn Hope, the daughter Of
bis fathers Oldest friend, who had made
her home with the Ornes since her par
ents' death. That was years back,
when Ethelyn was a little girl in
frocks. Now she was eighteen, tail,
graceful and sweet alike in feature and
in temper.
Young Orne came into the little circle
Of light cast by the lantern. There was
an old stone seat beneath that particu
lar olive tree, and he sank into tt
"Celebrating?" he asked.
'Yes," she said, pointing to the Ian
tern. ut is a little lantern Of the
soul.''
"a what?" he asked In laughing per-
plexity.
"a little lantern Of the SOUL" she re-
peated. You hang them on olive trees
and say little prayers for the souls
they represent. I heard Pietro and
the cook talking about them today. I
made them explain"
II see," said he. who's soul Is
thisT' And be pointed to the lantern.
II haven't decided as yet" she said,
and added quickly, II think it will be
yours"
by all means let It be so," he &C.
Quiesced. "Heaven knows I'm sadly
in need Of pious prayers just now"
Are you in rouble?" she asked.
"Have you and Uncle Orne been quar-
reling again?"
He smiled with ironic bitterness.
"Oh, there's been a slight tifrr' he said
easily.
THAT Is bad" she said, with ready
sympathy.
1T ended by-by-well, to use bold
words, by his kicking me out" said he.
Her face became serious. HE didn't
really mean it. Of course. He'll be sor-
~ before morning"
II hope so," be said. "You can let me
know If he is," be ended lightly.
II let you known she said, frightened
by his tone. You're not-not really
going?"
Ornes face darkened. All the ran
king bitterness his fathers words bad
inspired was upon him again
II may be all he called me and
MORE" he said, with an ominous calm
ness, "but I still have some pride left
I have to be shown the door but once.7
The girls hands trembled violently
as she leaned against the olive tree.
Orne, with his head bowed sullenly, did
not notice this. When he raised his
eyes she was still leaning against the
Tree. He saw a strange new light In
her eyes, and all at once be realized
that she was no longer child, but
woman and that her woman's heart
was his. The fact that there was love
IN his own heart was as much Of a
shock to him as the discovery of this
love in hers. He could have
cried out with the JOY and pain Of it.
ae rose to his feet pale and shaken.
II must be going" he said roughly.
"GoingT" she asked blankly. "Going
There?"
He laughed harshly. 1--WE all the
world to choose FROM" he said bitterly.