THE EVIL EYE

Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume XLV, Issue XLV, 31 August 1917, Page 4

THE EVIL EYE

Drawn by the unfelt- wind in my little sail over the shallow estuary. I 'lav in mv boat, lo.st in a <lre-am of mere existence. The cool water glided through my trailing fingers, and, leaning over, 1 watched the sands that slid beneath me. tU' weeds that languidly swayed with the boat s motion. I was the cool water, I was the gliding sand and the swaying weed, I was the sea and mirrored sky and sun, 1 was the whole vast Universe. . suddenly between mvi eyes and the sandy bottom a face looked up at me, glassed on the smooth film of water over which I glided. At one look from that too laminar and yet how sinister and goblin a face my soaring aud immeasurable soul collapsed like a wrecked balloon; I shrank sadly back into my named personality, and sat there, hot and bored and insignificant in.my shabby little boat. —-L. leaksau,1 eaksau, Smith, in the * Now statesman. „