The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1908-03-21

,bicb climbed everywhere, sven along
me iron supports Of the awning outsldo
TI,pa's window and the bells wero stll
rinplnq.' They were tho bells Of the little
,hrrch Of villa Care, They wakened
llama. who lifted her head from the pillow
thluking somebody had rung the doorbell
and brought her a letter from Daniele.
Had 1t been placed there on the dressing
,,blp, No, on the table her rings and her
,rscelets we're scattered, and her volume
d ~ChAteaubriand lay open. A dream. 9
Irrsu, 1t must have been a dream, She
ro.e and opened the window and let In the
.cse' air Of the trees and Of the mountains.
On her white bed, IN the light walls OF her
,ooln. which was enclosed like a nightin-
gales nast In a corner Of the villa almost
hidden by roses and jasmine, she could see
the reflection Of the blue sky and the pure
ugbto Of the dawn How happy might Elena
have been ia such a room. But she loved
Dap,cle and che was married tO the Baron.
There was no forgetting that, however
-Ueeily the bells rang and the roses
bIo1med. Elena felt a great wish 10 CRY.
She vac always thus when sho trst woke;
then her heart shut tho door upon her
ras.ion and kept ii a prisoner I'LL the eve
,rg except that sometimes, finding herself
,Ione. che descended into the depths Of her
.oll and delighted to feel In herself a fame
~ ro.session and Of life" Not a complete
POSSESSION, as we have seen. Only an i'm
perlect possession, involving n wish Tor
tear But We are to notice that Elena did
not actually cry, "a DsHieio did.
We must admire ana honor her for tho
energy with which shc protected herself
she dressed herself, alone aud hastily
Eer httle room was like sweet music; too
sweet, The scent Of roses was too
luxurious. their exquisite beauty wGs too
IsIicatt She suffered there, end her mind
lost al H. vigor; one must be happy to
dwell m such a nest. one must not have
thoughts in ones mind, such a. she had
which accorded III with The beautiful sur
rolndipgs. Elena looked Tor . minute out
NJ the window, through the leaves Of the
FUSES blown about by the wind The tops
IT the mountains we're red, a blush shadow
covered the fields, the shrubs and the
raths If the gardens, which some lahorers
we're raking. She thought that this WAS
the third day since Cortis's departure and
p4rhaps she might receive a letter. Adj
ought she ~ wish for a letter. She took
her Chateaubriand and vent out.
paniele had gooj. reason 10 be shocked
when he met his mother. He found her in a
little town in a house barricade1 against
the t~raiespeople, 10 whom she was pro-
f1undly In debt. She was unpleasant TO
behold. tall and thin, with a long and
yellow neck and a walk like Lady Mac
lath's when she comes in asleep carrying
the candle. Though she looked and be.
havei IKE a dementei actress. she hal
taken TO painting as a means for support.
Daniele found her studio filled with easels
and chairs and reeking with paint and
tobacco. On a table a copy Of Mana lay
between a bottle and d pile Of cigars.
This unpleasant lady wished her son to
cherish her. He did il. He took her TO
Rome 10 live with him. She presided dread
fully over his household.
II is not Mr.. Fo~gazzaro's way to leave
HE heroes happy. He prefers to leave
them in a state Of spiritual triumph, II
Daniele and Elena had been willing the
Baron would have shot himself Their
co~nsciences stood in the way. He was
aved, his debts we're paid, and he carried
his wife on to Yokohama. As for Daniele,
at the last, folding his arms, he looked
axedly into the eyes Of his fathers por-
trait md aid aloud, 'Theret He Epamed
to be at peace and proud. There can be
little doubt that his spirit felt e&altation
and was satisfied.