MYSTERY IN LOVE

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acrifice crowding upon each other like spectors in a dream. One night, when the new moon hung like a silver crescent pendant from venus, slamming in the summer sky, I heard the lazy waves breaking like slumbers thunder upon the long low beach and said the sea is calling me and I went. Far out upon the long pier where the waves could dash their spray like a shower of cool pearls in my face. I lingered a long and listened to a sad story and strange with a sweet voice like a woman telling in a foreign tongue and punctuating with tears. Upon the beach, some of lower animals walked in slowly and that seemed to be like a old man movement. How brief and strain is the little lives of men and so best with customs reigned to cramp the heart and curse th

ong forgotten kings, cruel as winter winds blown across icy northern seas. It is a guilty love, she said. And he looked at her as if doubting that he heard. Then turned and went like one that dreamed for thought of wrong to her had dwelt not with him. He had but worshipped her as devout sabian, might the sun and host of heaven. Again he came. But he was all alone, long and lonely. He paced the dreary beach beneath the wintry sky until the cold mists seemed changed to mellow light the stormy sky to one of summer jammed by a myriad stars and queens by harvest moon. The cool wind sleeping or the barren waste to music and the merry laughter of men and maids and she was by his side her lovely eyes making the blood dance through every vein he put forth his hands to her. But this guy changed from gold to lead the drift weed blew about his feet. The cold mists settled down upon him and crept with icy fingers into his heart and he cursed the lying vision, the shrieking wind, the cold mi

him sleeping with his face upon the web sand once trodden by the feet that now trampled on his heart. Then I sent waves cool and sweet to kiss his cheek and he awoke and waking said. Kisses for me. They are cold. Great mother ocean, but not so cold as love burned out leaving but the bitter ashes of contemptuous pity. I dreamed that I was afloat upon thy bosom with her. I did so dearly love and thou wish bearing a spinach a sunset sky to a fair island fringed with palms and musical with sounds of birds and rippling springs where we too should live forever that as we floated th

ey. The old old curse that had hung about our house like a beautiful shadow for thrice 100 years bursting at times into bloody fuse without apparent cause and dreadful mutinies against the laws of man and will of god tis vain to further fight with faith to have dragged me down even as it did my great grandfather who climbed famed dizzy heights and stood poised in mid heaven the master mind of Britain's mighty world then. Like a tall mountain pine blasted at the top by the ridden boats of god. Plunged a falling star to the depths of everlasting darkness and died a decade before his death. Nor iron wheel descended through my sire from