The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-04-07
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 "Tell me exactly what you see! Tell me everything no matter how small shall perhaps understand better that way!'
 young girl lovingly. Then she spoke | in a level absent voice as though un- consciously.
 "I don't see a child-now. I see 6 young woman of twenty; and fine well-grown young woman at that. Look at her figure, straight and clean as young pine. Type of figure that | is the most alluring of all to me; what the French call fausse maigre. She has great gray eyes as deep as the sky or the sea; eyes that can drag the soul out of mans body and throw it down beneath her dainty feet. l may be an old maid; but I know that much any how. Her hair is black-that isn't black but with a softness that black cannot give. Her skin is like ivory seen in the sunset. Her mouth is like | a crimson rosebud. Her teeth are like pearls, and her ears like pink shell. Her head is poised on her graceful neck like a lilv on its stem Her nose is a fine aQuiline-that means power and determination. Her forehead can wrinkle-that means thought. and may mean misery. Her hands. are long and fine: patrician hands that can endure and suffer. Sally. there is there the making of a splendid woman and of a noble life: she is not out of her girl hood yet, but she is very near it. Ignorance is no use to her. She will understand; and then she will take her own course. She has feeling deep and strong in the very marrow of her bones. An! my dear. and she has pas sion too. Passion that can make or mar. That woman will do anything for love. She can believe and trust. And when she believes and trusts she will hold the man as her master: put him up on a pedestal and be content to sit at his feet and worship-and obey She
 Here the mother struck in with sur prised consternation How on earth do you know all this?" Judy turned to- ward her with a light in her eyes which her sister had never seen there:
 How do know it! Because she is seen a lot of it in you in your baby hood. Have I not gone through it all myself-the longing part of 1.-the wishing and hoping and praying and have arrived at old maidhood without knowing what a young maid thinks and feels: without having any share of the torture that women must bear in some form or another. I know it all as well as though it was all fresh before me instead of lurid memory. An. my dear she has all our nature and her fathers too. And he, never 1earn-and practice. When she is face to face with passion she may. find her self constrained to take it he has always done: for life or deathH' She paused a moment, painting with the intensity of her feeling. Then she went on more quietly:
 Sally, isn't it wiser to let her, in her youth and ignorance of herself and the world. break herself into passion and romance. It would be hard to get a safer object for sentimental affec- ton than a man she never saw and is never likely to meet After all, he Is only an ideal: at best a dream In good time he will pass out of her mind and give place to something more real. 1earned-learned to understand, to find herself" Then she sat silently till Joy turned round and began to walk to- wards them. At this the mother said quietly:
 Thank you. dear Judy. I think understand. You are quite right, and I am glad you told me-
 That journey round the Sorrentine Peninsula became party of Joys life. was a new pleasure. a fresh delight to the eye: her heart was in some my sterious way beginning to be afire. Hitherto her thoughts of that abstract creation, Lord Athlyne. had been inn personal: an objective of her own un- conscious desires, rather than a de- finite individuality. Up to now, though he had been often in her thoughts, he had never taken shape there. The image was so inchoate, indefinite, vague and nebulous. She had never tried or even wished to find for him in her imagination features or form. But now she had begun to picture him in various ways. As she stood beside the Moorish tower looking down across the