Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-10-24

moment their eyes swept the ruin-strewn Enclosure
in silence; then Griscom said absently:-
.! am very glad that you came. 1 was getting
tired of waiting
''Waiting?''
What am talking about? meant to say that
l was becoming very lonely and depressed.
AS student of ancient history answered the
girl slowly. you ought to be in your element
Perhaps that the trouble"
What do you mean!'
Il am too much in my element to be happy. l
feel if l were back in element from which l
had been graduated-like mosquito fallen into the
water" He smiled. Frankly, this place gets on
my nerves.
so it does on mine. Really, do you know,
think that the Romans from the sixth to the ninth
centuries had the right idea when they used this place
terial. 4'A' ''''' "'''~'' " 81 ' cunning mo
What"
Il do 1t was buried, and it should have stayed
buried. don't believe in unearthing old corpses,
whether of people or palaces Let the dead bury
their deadIand then let their descendants leave
But, dear lady, think of the treasures of art,
of history!" t2
I'VE are constantly evolving art, and the
history we make is much more important than that
But don't agree with you. The best of our art
is coped-or perhaps evolved would be better
word" ..
so much the worse for us!" The girls voice
held fierce little ring. And so was a great deal Of
Our wickedness hate all of this and if it was mine
to say do you know what l should do? should
this rubbish to the ground temples, Colosseum,
and all, and use the material to build churches and
hospitals and even theaters. What is the Colosseum
but gigantic monument to the cruelty, the devil
shness of mankind? 1t is disgrace to the human
race!'' She turned and looked at him with flushed
cheeks and quivering lips.
81 But think of what we owe"
But don't want to owe it! And think that the
Importance given to ancient rubbishry is the great
hunbug of our epoch. But forget that am talk:
ing to professor l ask your pardon. You see,
Professor Griscom, l resent the influence the place
has upon me-. -, -.
Il am not crazy about it myself" answered Girls
conn., smiling. 1t seems to belittle my present l
feel as though were living in an echo
That is t!' cried the girl: That is it precisely!
Living in an echo An echo that repeats itself back
and FORTH back and FORTH getting gradually fainter
and fainter until it dies away and leaves you
nothing!'
HE nodded. Last night could not sleep, did not
II want to. 1t was very warm, and the moon
shnng intu ,+ my gou up ana Inc
and with it great many strange thin sounds, faint
with distance and all in minor keys. Everything
seemed elusive and distant, in time well space.
There were little shriing sounds they were
! don't know,-and thin minor whistles, distant and
quaverng, and people talking great way off, and
now and then the high pitched tinkle of bell They
did not seem like living sounds; but were ebbing and
swoonng, and like the ghosts of ancient noises
that had once been real
if talking to himself He turned his head to look at
the girl, and that her eyes very wide with
dlated pupils and that her lips were trembling
Il heard them" said she, 'and exactly in that
way Then had dreadful nightmare.
wild beasts?"
She nodded.
Il have dreamed about our lion several times;
but must not talk about that, Miss Wellesley.
Tell me about yourself"
she glanced at him quickly and the color came
- pouring into her face. Very WELL" Her voice
slightly breathess. LAS you directly con-
cerned, Professor Grscom, with something that has
recently into my life, think should tell you