The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-16
HALLE,
ERrUNE RIvES
Copyright. 1910, by the BobDs.Merr;ll
Company
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"Yes." he said Go on"
I'm the Mediterranean-just where
/ don't know. but on an island-and his
mother was ROmaic. i have never
seen Greece. but like to know that
some of it is,in my blood. His father
was American. of family that bad q
tradition of gypsy descent. Perhaps
he was born with the thumb print on
the palm that they call the Romany
mark. AS a child l used to wonder
what it looked like"
She smiled up at him. but his face
was turned away. He had taken his
hand from. his brow and slipped it
into his loose sleeve and stood rigidly
erect
IL often used to try to imagine his
mother l am, sure she had dark and
beautiful face. with large brown eyes
like a wild deer's, that used to bend
above his cradle. Perhaps each night
she crossed her fingers over him and
said
"En to onoma ton Patros." he re-
peated, .'kal tou Ouiou kai tou Agiou
Pneumatos!"
"Yes," she said. surprised. I'm the
name of the Father. Son and Holy
Ghost. You know it?"
1T is the old Greek orthodox fash
ion," he said in low voice.
81 should not wonder" she contin-
ueG, IF she made three little wounds
on him as a baby. as have read
Greek mothers do. to place him under
the protection of the Trinity. She must
have loved him-her first boy baby
And l think the most of what he was
came to him from her"
Thorn moved his position suddenly.
and Barbara saw his shoulders rise in
a deep taken breath.
Love of right and hatred of wrong. :"
he said. admiration for the beautiful
and the true, faith in man and woman.
sensitfveness to artistic things-ah. it
is most often the mother who makes
men what they are. Not our strength
or power OF calculation. but her heart
and power to love! In the twilight of
every home one sees the mother souls
glowing like fireflies. l never had q
picture of my mother. l would rather
have her portrait than fortune"
His voice was charged with feeling.
She felt a strange f1utter of the hear
and painful and yearning sympathy
such as she had never felt before.
st wonder what be saw from that
Greek cradle,"- resumed. ~ could
never fancy the room SO we'll I sup
pose it had pictures. Do you think
500"
He nodded. And emaybe-on one
wall-a Greek icon.- protected by a
silver case. I've seen such that left
exposed only tine olive brown faces and
hands and feet Of the figures. Per-
haps when he was very little he used
to think the brown Virgin represented
his mother and the large eyed child
himself"
''Ah!" she cried. and a deeper light
came in her eyes. You have been
in Greece! You have seen what he
saw" But he made no reply, and
after moment she went on:
HE had never known what terror
was till one day an accident. received
in play, brought him the fear of blind
ness. 1t must have stayed with him
all his life after. that. wherever he
went-for he lived in other countries
! have a few leaves Of an old diary OF
his. Here and there l feel it In the
lines"
She. too. fell silent "And then?' he
said
There my dreams end. You see how
little l know of him. | don't know
why be care to Japan. But he met
my mother here. and here they were
married. should always love Japan
if only for that
'He-died here?"
I'm Nagasaki My mother went
back to America. and there ] was
born"
She was looking out across the wide
sight-tO the foliaged slope of Aoyana
Suddenly thrill. a curiously complies
motion ran over her. Above those
far trtctOps. sailing in slow. sweeping
cnncentric circles. she saw grea
machine. like gigantic vulture She
knew instantly what it was. and there
flashed before her the memory of {
day at Fort Logan when a brave
young lieutenant had crashed to deatt
before her eyes in shattered aero
plane.
If Daunt were to fall what would II
mean to her! In that instant the gar
den about her. Thorn. the blue sky
above. faded and she stared dismaypC
into a gulf in whose shadows iurked
the disastrous: the terrifying. the ir
reparable. II love him! love him!
1t seemed to peal like temple pei