The Worshipper of the Image

poke to her, seldom as he smiled upon her, distant as were the lonely walks she took, infrequent as was her sad footfall in the little wood,-poor Beatrice, though indeed, so far fr

had never been, where her sad face could not follow

sea, Antony-to s

id Antony, "where the loneliest

r dinner. One hour, and two hours, went by, and then Beatrice, in alar

ough the uncurtained glass of the window, she was able to ir

ly filled by the Image was vacant. Then she understoo

d meets the loneliest sea. Side by side they were sitting on a moonlit ma

pe, past desir

ne place I

olate

ng all my

lace for a d

est land meets t

een grasses-and no

adow tha

olate

adow tha

face to the d

est sea meets th

ide heaven, an

irit is

olate

joyfully

oul-to that

est wave meets t

good," said

" answer

t into t

worthy of

rn

s too a

t to the

are to

ry

ke barren a

get

ll-An

wil

cieux laughed softly

t morning when it shone like a spirit, at evening when it flickered like a ghost, at noon when it lay asleep curled up like a woman in the arms of the

of the sea. Let us go to the town-to the l

up, where they sat at the window and watched th

en so wonderful

eaven. Never had Silencieux

he said. "Let us do anythin

gglers and acrobats, and animals tortured into talent. And sometimes, as the gaudy theatre resounded about them, they looked

you, Sil

you, A

ve me lonely in my

r, An

r sometimes w

m that Silencieux should masque

d as when you loved that woman

rd-boy, with a leopard-skin across your sh

shall be Pierrot-mourn

her disguises!-a divine child. Oh, ho

and wonder. Surely it was the noblest f

e face is mine?" he would

d Silencieux g

change in Silencieux! So cold, s

called to her. "Sil

e neve

, speak! I ca

Shall I speak?" she sa

besought

n this world. The lights ar

enci

ds in his ears, Antony came out of his dream and