The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-09-19
Fl MIRROR OF FATE
A vENERaRne ENo OF THE DAYS
e. TIE DOGES.

story of the Beauty Who Was Intoxi-
Gated With the Vision of Her own
LONELINESS and the Statue In the
Church of San GiorEis Maggiore.
Here is a legend which I heard in
Venice. l offer 1t to all among you
who are fond Of solitude and silence
l offer it to you as 4 would offer a
flower which has blossomed amid SOM
Der shadows on a sleeping lagoon:
Ghita Gherardini was the niece Of the
doge. Poets whose names we have for
g2tten. but who were renowned at that
time, had composed innumerable songs
in her honor. They praised in them the
tresses of the young girl, black as night.
in which pearls cleaned like milk
white stars. They also lang about the
radiance of her dark violet eyes and
about the two roses which formed her
lips. In truth, Ghita Gherardini was
very beautiful. She had, however, lis
tened too earnestly to the passionate
words of the singers, and an immense
pride took possession of her young soul.
One night she heard beneath her win
dow the yearning sob of a lutte. Stand
ing in a motionless gondola, a lovesick
page was singing to her. Tender was
the music, and the water and the dark
ness added something to the sweetness
of the strains and to the passion in the
voice of the singer. The young page
was clarifying her as the most radiant
among all women.
Ghita heard him, and a delightful
tremor ran through her. Without wait
ing to light the torches, which had gone
out, she took her mirror and ran to the
window, through which the moonlight
shone into her room. Thereupon in this
mysterious light she saw that she was
strangely beautiful; that her beauty
vas indeed almost supernatural. The
moonlight revealed her pale and trans
parent, like the princess of a poem.
Intoxicated with her charms, she let
the seductive mirror slip from her
hand, and a sigh of admiration n Of
ecstasy escaped her as she cried:
Il am beautiful 1 am beautiful"
Thenceforth Ghita Gherardini spent
all her time marveling at her W beau
ty. She did not desire to fall in love,
for she fancied that there was no man
living who was worthy Of her. Those
songs which had no words of praise for
her eyes and her hair she treated with
contempt, and to the mysteries Of reli-
gion she never gave a thought.
She went to high mass solely for the
purpose of being seen by the people
and of being fattered by them as they
whispered to one another about her.
The restless eyes were never turned
toward the altar.
She thought Of nothing save her own
triumphant beauty and Of the Jewels
which set it of in sumptuous fashion.
One day Ghita Gherardini slipped a
little mirror beside the first page of
her mass book, which had been deli
cately Illuminated by a pious artist.
And while her attitude of devotion edi.
fed the multitude she studied her face
enshrined in the book Of prayer.
The doge's niece had forgotten that
the Creator alone is worthy of wor.
ship and not any of his creatures. She
had also forgotten that pride is an
abominable sin-aye, perhaps the most
perilous Of all sins-since it was the
cause of the rebellion of the archan-
gels and the downfall OF Lucifer.
One day Ghita Gherardini was in
tentiy studying her face in the little
mirror between the holy leaves Of her
mass book, n suddenly she uttered a
loud cry of terror. Through the large
building it rang, drowning the solemn
voice of the priest, the responses Of the
congregation and the sonorous muir
! mur OF the crgal And stsaigitway