The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1906-07-13

ana call tromblnl on her Inns Who,
aol'' own voice stopped her.
90 on said Pao.a in Il soft hurried
Whisper, ana Miss Sarah hy some oueer
instinct drew back into the Shade of
lhe great oak behind ,he bench ro,rf,I
lest an incautious movement would ho
t'aE hcr fearful almost of her own
breathing. for Miss Sarah was learned
III the ways of Pa0la's suffers and Il
was one of her best learned lessons
never to interrupt them. So she drew
G&ck and waited, innocent of any do
sire to eavCsdrop.
no on SAID Paola again. and younn
LockWood's voice came out of tho doo,,
or shadow low and vibrant and rbvtb.
me. Miss Sarah leaned closer nstinc-
lively to hear the words: thov aSoanod
her ut first. then echoed clearer;
Remember how when first we met ua
stood met we
sung with immortal recollcctions.
lact lmmured beside fiery sea
nat ieuNvI down at dead midnight TO be
iou vast the lovely quest of Arthur's
Thy armour glimmered in q gloon, 80
green. VI
Pa ! not sing 10 thee in Babylon?
VI uId we set Il sail in Carthage bavo
were thlhe eyes strange? Did | not know
thy voice?
Al ghost!y grew the sun, unreal the air
lhen when We kissed"
The last word quivered sentient IN
the air, and Miss Sarah trembled with
a strange fear of it. Her fingers found
the rough bark of the tree and chung.
she waited. hungered, for the rest. but
young LockWood's voice broke from
tie Beat of verse into uneven words.
"Paola, my beautiful, it is our story,
1T is the story of Paola and Fran
cesca,' said the girl dreamiqy.
"Paola and Francesca - Paola and
francis-what does it matter? Were
thine eyes strange? Did l not know
thy voice."
Miss Sarah. dzZicd and enwrapt by
she knew not what roSeate mist saw
the white grace of Paola WAIVER and
lean to the shadow and heard a few
moments of magical silence, the wills
per, tender. eXultant:
'And in the book they read no more that
day"
Miss Sarah felt her way back to the
path with unnecessary care. If her
light footsteps had been the crash of
brasscs they would not have reached
the two By the Black Prince, but Miss
Sarah did not know it. She hurried
along between the roses. catching her
breath in little gasps as she went, AMI
the wraiths of lost years swarmed
around her, singing her to wild, indef-
mite regret. She passed through the
moonlight and up tie steps. through
the open window, ana caught up her
neglected knitting with pathetic de-
sire for things tangible and common
place. She opened the volume of Fe-
licia IIemans at the purple hookmark.
but without knowledge Of line.
Il never knew what it was like" she
said pitifully to herself. Il wish had
known" The magic Of the moonlit gar
den swept over her again, and the mu-
sic of the lovers verse murmured in
her ears. Miss Sarah trcmbed with a
vague, unhappy longing for the things
that size had never known-the things
that were the Inheritance of paola, her
sister. yet Lad never been hers.
Beyond the window the garden lay
vast and wonderful beneath the moon,
to her land whore life ran in strange
currents between banks of enchanted
blossoms.
Suddenly and without warming tear
slipped down Miss Sarahs cheek and
splashed upon the purple hookmark.
Another followed it and set another;
then Miss Sarah drew herself together
and shut between the leaves of Felicia
IIemans poems her one bciltel vision
of romance And in the book they
read no more that day" she said
herself with a sad little sigh TIL
she took up her knitting again to wa,
for Paola.