Virginia gazette. [volume] (Williamsburg, Va.) 1893-192?, 1913-04-03
WEEKLY
Short Story
APOLLos THREE.
d, dorothy Douglas.

by Dorothy booSta>-
Daphne gsxed disconsolateiy out OF
the window. On the arm OF her big
chair lay the photographs OF three
men. For the moment the girl wish
ed that she. too. like her namesake. I
might Re turned into a laurel tree and 4
thus escape the pursuit OF her lovers. I
But I am IN a much worse pre-
dicament than the nymph; she was
fleeing IRON but one Apollo. while
have three in warm pursuit.
Six masculine eyes seemed 70 walk
expectantly for an answer from her
Hps. a petulGnt smile huttered into
Daphne's face.
i really do not know which one OF
You | love" she said 20 the pictures
Antonio Beppo looked back al her vita
his dark eyes OF southern Italy; cas-
par Ruyters face expressed the Nortl
German stolidity and jack Holiday
was the clean-saaven American.
1T takes Sis TO pick out the good
lockers" Daphne's brother was won't
70 remark when any or all OF the suit
ors we're in sight. But it's cinch
she will have 70 select winner and
let the others go. I would toss coin
II Il was my affair.
1T would not only be uudignihed,
hut it would be disrespectful 10 toss q
coin" thought Daphne. yet ! really
must make up my mind which one TO
marry"
Il spoke we'll for both Beppo and
Ruyter that they had come &C America
as steerage passengers and that they
were each now tie owner OF success
ful business premises. The business
acumeu under Daphne's nut-brown
hair was more or less vague
ct simply resolves itself into this,
decided the modern nymph. chat since
] cannot be turned into laurel tree
In order 10 escape my pursuers VIII
have TO take a trip 70 the continent
Perhaps after a visit 20 both italy and
Germany will know whether / would
prefer TO live on black bread and olive
oil or beer and pretzcls.' Dauphne
smiled at the light vein OF thought intc
which she had drilted. The idea or
t5fD. however. had been planted in he'
mind. She knew a little OF many oil
the languages. and IL was scant weet
before Daphne had her trunks on To-
OF taxi and was wAiriing toward th'
steamer docks.
In her cabin trunk, carefully packed
we're the pictures OF her three Apol0s
If I have not made up my mind b.
the time / return" she unused, i VII
send them all away" She boarded IN
ocean liner and began her jopons tuE
II was IN Naples that Daphne ha'
her FIRST unusual experience IL wa
In regard 10 Antonio Beppo She ha
been sightseeing and had returned 1
the hotel. Having opened her doc
quietly, she was surprised 10 see IN
maid in her room stamping with bot
furious little feet upon something o
the floor.
swift gdance at the fragments r.
naming told her that ont or her b
loved Appollos was being smashed
pieces. A second glance at her b'
reau and the two photographs thei
told her that It was Beppo NO was %
ing trampled beneath the furious II
Tie Italians feet
"He promised 10 come back x
mel" the girl cried In her tempesto'
way. Daphne could understand /
allan. "He never come back /
make money and leave me here-wai
ing. I hate him. hate himi hate him
she burst forth and with a last stan
on Deppo's face she few from q
room.
Daphne sank into chair and vie
ed the wreckage. She knew not wet
er 10 laugh or cry. In her heart S
felt sorry for the girls whom m
leave behind them when they 80
seek their fortunes Afterward S
swept up the fragments OF the han
some Beppo's picture and as she flu
them into the fireplace peculiar ser
OF relief caine over her. Certain
there was no love in her heart for
man who could so eartlessly des'
the sweetheart OF his Italian DAYS
"My number OF Apollos has dim
ished." she laughed. and decided
pack no aud leave for Germany.
In Dresden the art was so beat
ful and the framing so exquisite Z
Daphne decided TO have her pho
graphs reframed.
In &c little shop she went 10
that purpose she had a second
perience. The rocy-chceked mat
behind the counter gave a start of 5
prise when she beheld the handso
face Of Caspar Ruyter staring at
from Daphne's photograph. a ~
zical smile was in her round blue e
when she glanced back at Daphne
"Caspar Ruyter," exclaimed
German frau in English. He did
with me-befOre he 80 TO Americ
She smiled back az Daphne and pa
the head OF a tiny tow-headed boy
her side Il no love him iong-he
me and / marry Fritz" The confer