Which eyes do I love the best, Dark or blue or gray? Each are beautiful and blest In their way. But I think if some sweet soul Dearer to us than the rest Shone through light or dark, we'd love _That_ color best. One I loved in happier days, Under happier skies, One whose looks breathed only praise, Had _dark_ eyes. Darkly radiant eyes that rest Nevermore to wake, And I love _dark_ eyes the best For _his_ sake. Dark eyes, oh, you haunt me yet With your magic splendor! All my heart holds one regret Deep and tender. Oft you come as all sweet things, Memory-saddened, come; As the scent of roses brings Dead perfume. As the sadly dying strain Of a song we used to know Stirs the heart to sudden pain, You come and go; Shining on me in my dreams With the light you used to wear, Deepening with your starlight beams My despair, Till the sad heart in my breast Throbbing seems to break, And I love dark eyes the best _For his sake_! Teddy's dark eyes grew dim, but he smiled as he exclaimed: "Bob had blue eyes, so she must mean _me_, for she used to call me her 'Dark Eyes.' Poor fellow! I'm sorry he died; but I do believe all the old love for Gussie is coming back again. I'll take the first 'flier' for the South." And, sure enough, it was only a few months later that he bore away from the Crescent City the fairest flower of the Magnolia State, his bonny bride. But it was long before Teddy's wedding-day that he had cards to attend a grand reception at the Carew mansion on Commonwealth Avenue. It seemed that Mrs. Carew really meant to stay abroad for years, for Madame Rumor said, in a week after their departure, that the handsome old house had been rented to a rich and eccentric old man, a relative of the late Vincent Carew. Kathleen herself was surprised when she received that letter from Uncle Ben, far away in his country home, telling her all about it. "I wanted to give you a big party on your betrothal to that grand young actor, Ralph Chainey, my dear, so I rented the house from the agent, and I want you to be sure to come, Kathleen," he wrote. "Never mind about buying a new dress, dear. Uncle Ben is not as poor as he looks, and you must come in your every-day dress. Go up to your own old room, and you will find there a new dress and jewels, a gift from Uncle Ben." To know that Uncle Ben was rich was surprise enough, but when Helen and Kathleen arrived with Mrs. Fox and Mrs. Stone at the mansion, she was transported with joy to meet in the hall her aunt, Mrs. Franklyn, her cousin Chester, and beautiful, happy Daisy Lynn. "Uncle Ben invited us on a long visit," they exclaimed, and hurried her upstairs to the beautiful rooms once her own, but to which, for almost two years, Kathleen had been a stranger.