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CHAPTERII.Davs and weeks and months went by,for — timedevours so fast. Itwas again full summer thefierce fair summer of the south,andIwas sittingvacantly one night by the staU, with the lampswinging on its cord above my head, and thedin of the laughter, and the swish of the oarsin the water, and the Hght low chords of thetwanging guitars, and the merry steps of theyoung menandmaidens on the bridge, all soundingdiscordant and hateful on my ears, as theyhad alwaysin the old time sounded welcome andmusical; and this,Ido think, asIhave saidbefore, is oneof the unkindest things of sorrow,that it makes us almost loathe the gay andinnocent mirthof others.Iwas sitting so,Isay, with the moonlight all