The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1909-04-06

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preached her, and asked her opinion.
She slowly raised the long lashes
which seemed to veil her soul, and
answered in low voice these words:
"And ], also, have green eyes
Eight days after ! counted myself
as one of Lord Ms good friends.
and started with himself and wife for
Naples. l knew now the secret Of
the phrase:
And l, also, have green eyes"
They had married my lady to my
lord because he was most admirably
/ suited to her rank, age and fortune.
AS he was a man of charming ex-
terror and exceedingly accomplished,
the poor young girl, at the most i'm
questionable age, loved him with all
the strength of her soul. The young
man, after the months consecrated
to the honeymoon, judged that to
show love for his wife was almost un-
dignifiod in n man destined to a GER
tain future in the house of lords, or
the EPSON races. Now, when an Eng
lishman only suspicious thing to be
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don bridge rather than submit him
self to it, if he is a true gentleman.
The poor child, whose gentle heart
was i'll prepared for such situation.
had given herself without reserve,
and suffered all the tortures Of
love disdained. / alone OWNED her
struggles; nor a word nor a look be-
xvb cfy
so great is the power of an aristo-
cratic education over those who have
been confined in it's narrow limits
from infancy.
l wished that she might open her
heart to me, being persuaded that a
grief loses intensity as it is told to
another; but she seemed to divine my
thought, with that rare intuition
with which women are endowed. She
was, perhaps. grateful to me, but, had
/ even stretched out my hand in SYM
patty, the sensitive one would have
enclosed herself more firmly in her
re erve.
We arrived at Naples. where we re-
manned Is days. My lord and his
young wife accompanied me in all my
excursions. A book in his hand, my
lord commenced everything and
looked at nothing; the young Eng
lishwoman was attentive, but indif-
ferent. One day, the last that we
passed in Naples, our promenade led
us before statue of Sapho, ready to
precipitate herself in the waves. My
lord read in his book:
"Sapho (author unknown) marble.
THE famous priestess is represented al
the moment when she Is prepared % pre-
ciptate herself into the sea. in despair It
rot being loved by Phaon. whom she
adortd. Her left hard throws her Tyre be-
bird her, as if to abandon all which mace
her glory and her life. Very beautiful
marble, found at Syracuse in an excava-
ton. Attributed to the sculptor AgI.-
genie"
Very beautiful" said my lord, and
passed on.
The young wife paused before it,
while her hus band was reading the
description in the book, and her eyes
were fixed upon the marble with an
expression of terrible grief. The
woman who knew the despair of not
being loved spoke to her descendant.
l watched am instant the two statues
face to face, the marble statue and
the statue of flesh, animated Ev the
same grief. Artist, and almost cruel,
! contemplated art and nature to-
. gether, but only for an instant. |
took step forward, my lady saw me.
recovered herself, and continued her
way in the museum with a sad smile
on her pale lips.
The following morning we were on
shipboard returning to England 1t
was the second day of our voyage 1t
was midnight, and was seated upon
deck dreaming, my spirit Graded de-
liciously in the mildness of the night,
night of Italy, peaceful and lumin-
Gus, crowned with chaplet of
trembling stars. The melcdy that an
/ Italian maestro had put to some
Arab verses of winged flowers came
to my memory, and almost without
thought, l sung that oriental poetry,
dazzling and pensive at the same
time.
The young wife had joined me un-
perceived. Suddenly l noticed her
white form, and, interrupting myself,
rose.
Continue said she, sweetly, "con-
tinue, l pray you," and she leaned
upon the railing. I can see her there
all in white, with a Scotch plaid half
thrown over her shoulders. leaning
like reed upon the balustrade. Her
voice seemed to me so sweet and i'm
perious. her large green eyes, always
lowered, were raised, and sparkled so
brilliantly that the night seemed
brighter. ! commenced my song.
She listened attentively. standing in
the flood of pale light which fell
from the stars, and seemed to ming,e
and lose herself II. the milky trans
parency of the air. | had dream of
the white lady of Walter Scott, of the
fay of Lochleven astray that evening
long ago on the banks of the Cumes.
l sang with strange sentiment. as
one who made an invocation; then,
at the moment l had finished the last
verse, I saw her bend quickly to the
movement of the vessel. A voice MUIR
INJURED: "Adeu-Sapho," and a body