A Venetian June Part 20
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To the young girl, borne out of herself into a strange, unimagined experience of beauty and harmony and power, into a newly awakened sympathy, too, with each dreamer and lover and mourner whose lay she sang, it was as if old things had pa.s.sed away and all things were become new. And presently, as they drifted on in the flooding moonlight, leaving the lights of the city behind them, she could see the small, low glimmer of a gondola-lamp gliding from out the mysterious s.p.a.ces of the lagoon.
At that moment Canti whispered a request that the Signorina would sing "_Patria_," t.i.to Mattei's beautiful song of exile. She consented, with a feeling of awe, as if acting in obedience to some higher compulsion. The barge had paused, and the mult.i.tudinous plash of oars was hushed as she began to sing:
"_Al mio ciel m'ha tolto il fato._"
["Fate has torn me from my own skies."]
The vagrant gondola had come nearer, and now it was drawn close up under the bow of the barge, just on the edge of the throng of boats. The Signorina scarcely needed to glance at the oarsman standing in the full light of the lanterns, to know that it was no other than the exile whose lament it had been given her to sing. Yet, as the song ceased for a moment, while the strings played an interlude in full, strongly vibrating chords, she looked involuntarily toward the figure whose ident.i.ty she was already so curiously aware of. The man made a movement forward, resting on his oar, and, as their eyes met, she knew that he, too, had recognised her. She turned away, as the song recommenced, but the consciousness of what she had seen was vividly present with her. He knew her, he knew that she was singing for him, that she was singing the song of his exile.
A singular, almost fantastical exaltation took possession of the young girl, an exaltation such as might have possessed itself of a priestess of old, pouring a libation to the G.o.ds in behalf of some devout suppliant. He had known her, this mysterious, homeless being that had come floating across the waters to hear the song of his exile. A deep, thrilling emotion lifted her on its crest, as the long, slow, elemental rhythm of the ocean had lifted the frail sh.e.l.l of the gondola, far out at the Porto del Lido, such a life-time ago. But now she did not shrink from it, she was not disconcerted by it. She only sang on, with growing pa.s.sion and power. Everything small and personal seemed swept away. She felt herself a human creature, singing the needs and aspirations of another human creature. She was alive, she had come into her birthright.
This man, whose personality had so haunted and hara.s.sed her, was no longer an enigma; she no longer commiserated him. What mattered poverty, suffering, exile? To be alive was enough; to have _la patria_, or any other great and high thought in the soul was infinitely more than any mere presence or possession.
All this was coursing through her mind, and the spirit of it was entering into her song, with an urgency and power that gave it a really extraordinary dramatic force. The last words
"_Dolce patria e il cor con te, Dolce patria e il cor con te!_"
rang out with an impa.s.sioned brilliancy of tone that took the listeners by storm.
As the singer sank upon her seat, not spent by the effort, but rather absorbed with the new thoughts and emotions that were crowding upon her, the clapping of many hands sounded to her remote and meaningless, and she did not even notice that the solitary gondola had slipped away.
Canti feared that she was really exhausted. "It is enough, Signorina,"
he said; "we will go home."
As the barge turned, the gondolas made way for it, and then they pressed about it again, to offer more money and more. There was no longer any need of pa.s.sing the hat.
And May felt that she had finished, that it was enough. She sat very still, the folds of the black lace almost covering her face, as they rowed homeward to chorus after chorus of gay songs: "_La bella, Napoli_," "_Funicol funicola_," "_Margherita_." She experienced no painful reaction; she was filled with an uplifting sense of successful achievement. And her thoughts had turned almost immediately to the poor Signora in whose behalf all this had been done.
They must have taken a great deal of money, May thought,--a hundred francs,--perhaps more. Enough to purchase a long respite for the over-worked singer. Perhaps by the time the poor thing was obliged to sing again, she would have grown so strong and well, that her voice, too, would be fresh and pure, and she would have the unspeakable joy of singing because she could not help it.
May remembered the expression of the great Italian eyes, set in the haggard face, as the woman had said to her: "The Madonna will bless you, Signorina!" Yes, she had a soul, the poor Signora, hard-pressed and starved, but a soul, all the same. May smiled softly to herself, almost as Pauline might have done.
"_Funicol funicola!_" the chorus was singing--the coloured lanterns were bobbing with the stroke of the oars, and all the while the young girl was pa.s.sing in review the people she knew, and wondering to discover how many of them were possessed of souls! There was Uncle Dan and Pauline and Mrs. Daymond, and, surely Vittorio, with his fine, manly spirit, and his childlike faith. They all had souls, each after his kind; they all had a comprehension of something not visible and material. What a wonderful thing life was! She could not grasp it yet, but somehow, in some mysterious wise, the world was changed;--not the moon-lit world of romance alone, but the great day-lighted world, where people suffered and rejoiced and grew strong.
And just as the barge came opposite the glittering lights of the Piazzetta, beyond and above which the luminous shaft of the _campanile_ rose straight and white, tipped with its golden angel, the men began to sing "_Santa Lucia_." And once more a voice rose above the others, fresh and clear as ever:
"_Sul mare luccica L'astro d'argento; Placida e l'onda Prospero il vento._"
And, as the bobbing lanterns disappeared down a black side-ca.n.a.l, the ringing voice echoed still from out the darkness:
"_Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!_"
XVIII
Search-Lights
"I should not so much mind if there should be no moon to-night," said May, dipping her hand over the side of the boat, to feel the cool, soft wash of the wave.
"Nothing could be lovelier than this," Pauline a.s.sented.
It was evening again and the girls had the gondola to themselves. They were skirting the low sh.o.r.e of the Lido, fragrant with the breath of new-mown hay, vocal with the chirp of crickets and the dull, rhythmic thud of the waves upon the beach. The sky was overcast and the water was dark, save just ahead, where the gondola light cast a pale reflection, wavering softly from side to side, with the motion of the courtesying prow. The twin towers of San Servolo, its ma.s.sive buildings and spa.r.s.e lights, had been left behind, and now the gondola was approaching San Lazzaro, wrapped in silence and shadow, like the good monks who pace its quiet paths.
Neither of the girls had felt inclined to talk, yet their sense of mutual companions.h.i.+p was peculiarly near and intimate. Both had been absorbed in the memory of the same stirring scene, and though Pauline had only viewed it from the outskirts she had divined something of the nature of her sister's experience. She felt intuitively that it had been more to the young girl than a gratification of vanity, or even a revelation of her own power. And yet in their overt consideration of the great event, they had dwelt, hitherto, more particularly upon its practical aspects,--the reticence and courtesy of the band of musicians, the really considerable sum of money taken, the hundred-franc piece which had appeared in the receipts, and Uncle Dan's studied innocence in connection therewith. The fact that May had escaped recognition had also been regarded as cause for rejoicing.
May had been glad to find that, unknown to her, her sister had been among the audience. Her presence seemed, in retrospective wise, to sanction and sustain her action. If Pauline was there all was well.
As they glided tranquilly along the line of the fragrant sh.o.r.e, the regular dip of the oar marking the pa.s.sage of the seconds, like the soft, lisping tick of certain pleasant old clocks, the nine-o'clock gun roared its admonition from the deck of the "guardian of the port," and the bells of San Lazzaro jangled sweetly on the night air. And then it was that May roused to the need of speech.
"And you knew me at once?" she asked,--not for the first time indeed, for that was a very vital question.
"Yes, I knew your voice, and when we came a little nearer I knew the way you held your head."
"And you didn't mind?"
"No; I think, myself, it's rather strange that I did not. But it seemed perfectly natural and right. I believe I took it all in from the first moment--just how you had undertaken it for the sake of the poor Signora, and how then you had forgotten the Signora and forgotten yourself."
They were silent again, while the gondola rounded San Lazzaro and turned toward home.
"Do you know what I thought of while I was listening to you?" Pauline asked, as the lights of the Riva appeared in their line of vision, glimmering remotely on the sh.o.r.e and in the water. "Especially when you were singing that glorious _Patria_? I thought of what Signor Firenzo said about your voice, and of what you said yourself, that first day in Venice,--about finding a soul here."
"You did?" May exclaimed; then, in a lower voice: "So did I!"
They had pa.s.sed San Lazzaro, and San Servolo too was receding astern of them before May spoke again.
"Pauline," she queried, presently, "did you see Nanni's gondola come up from out the lagoon in front of us?"
"Yes, I saw it. How ghostly it was, with his solitary figure, and then that tragic face of his in the light of the lanterns!"
Suddenly, as she spoke, a broad beam of white light swept the long line of the Riva, and leapt to the point of the _campanile_, striking the golden angel into instantaneous brilliancy.
"What's that?" cried Pauline, startled at the suddenness of the apparition.
"It's a search-light," May answered. "See! It comes from the man-of-war over by Sant' Elisabetta. There! Look there!"
The light had dropped from the _campanile_, and now it shone full upon the masts and rigging of an East Indiaman lying off San Giorgio Maggiore. Each rope and spar stood out in the intense white light, distinct as if cased in ice.
"_La luce elettrica_," Vittorio observed, unable to suppress his pride in this new sensation furnished for the delectation of his Signorinas.
"Pauline," said May, with grave emphasis; "Nanni knew me."
"You are sure?"
"Perfectly. I saw it in his face,--and, besides, that is all he could have meant by his message. You didn't hear that, did you?"
"No; and he left you a message?"
"Yes; when we landed at Quattro Fontane this morning, and found Mr.
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