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was gone: but in her room was found a
note for Arthur LEROY. which read.

1OuTSeif. but true It Is that when Won
read this shall be the wife of another.
Farewell, and may your noble heart find
forgetfulness OF .aLMAn
Five years after, Arthur Lerov was
standing watching the silent. daIk-eyed,
picturesque group which sat on the gray
steps of the Trinita di Monte in Rome,
While he stood and looked, tail, grace
full woman dressed in mourning came
down the street and stood beside him.
She glanced hurriediy at the same group
which his own eyes were scrutinizing
Arthur was pursuing his artistic sud
les at Rome, and was searching for
model. The woman beside him was on
similar mission. She, however, seemed
to find none among the group to suit her,
and she started to go. As she turned,
their glances met. Arthur and Alma
were face to face. Her eyes We're sadder
than ever, and her garb was weeds Of
mourning.
"Arthur!' she exclaimed, in surprise,
holding out her white, slender hand
The blood receded from his face and
left it white SIS marble. The old life and
the old pain surged back. He took the
| hand she extended, and said in cold,
cruel voice:
Mrs. Russell, am glad to meet you
) here. In search of a model. tco9"
Yes she said in a voice which had
a perceptible CULVER: shut | have found
none to suit my purpose. I am going
now to the Piazzi di Spagna. Won't you
join me, and tell me how you are and
how you have beena"
| He rralko5 hoeiSo b.r che .x-t.s
eff, saying:
| Thanks. As to how I an now-well;
how have been-I have forgotten"
She felt the little thrust; but it was easy
for her womaus wit to parry it by saying
with her old naioete of manner:
'Well, you see the influence of your
taste had its influence on me- l have
turned artist myself"
''You did not have to turn artist; you
were always one by nature.''
She saw clearely enough that the steel
was still in this mans soul. She had
| placed it there, and she resolved to pluck
it out at once
'But you never told me was an artistn
81 never knew till'-
Nor did I know it myself" said she,
interrupting him, "till Mr.. Russell's death
two years ago, when I was left almost
without means or resources of any kind"
She paused; but the announcement Of
the death OF the man who had robbed
Arthur Leroy of his bride drew no COM
ment from his set lips. She had long
ago taught him to endure surprises in 81
lence-
Then came here to study; to learn,
| II can, the dream toll of an artists life.a
"In which calling you have my best
wishes Tor your success, and my services
always at your command" he said, with
unfeigned sincerity.
"Your good wishes. Arthur, are CRATE
ful TO me, and shall be only too lad 10
avail myself of your valuable suggestions,
Tiff may only know that | am torgiv-
en-"
"Yon are forgiven But do not for
get. Everything which I put into your
room Is there vet untouched From that
day to this hour the doors have been
locked; the long curtains at the windows
are drawn down, the blinds are closed,
and deep shadow rests upon all within.
SO the doors and windows, and curtains
are closed about the memory IN my heart
The shanow rested there also long .iane.
But tomorrow it will be lifted. The
Beatrice 1 brought with me- I put it
above my door here in Rome as an en-
blem of the guard which you bad taught
me to set upon my heart. At last have
found one pair of eyes more luminous
among the shadows than are those of
Beatrice or Psyche. On to morrow the
picture above my door and the Guard
above my heart will be taken Gown and
the hight or the new eyes will enter inn
She was in doubt as to his meaning.
Was he purposely obscurel Was he talk
ing OF the old love? She took it for
granted.
God bless you, Arthur" she said; Il
do not deserve as much IS you acco1G2n
For the old loves sake, for the Grand
and beautiful Alma
Size started as he called her name. He
had nor done so before She LAID her
hand upon his arm, and said in low.
tender voice, as her eyes filled with tears:
"Arhur!'
WAIT moment, please. he resumed !;
"tor the sake Of Alma which uas. Der lit
tie room, which my love made ter her.
cast the shadow upon it; shall never lift
It, To morrow | shall be married to Miss
Bruce Sic is an artist too"
The hand up on his arm trembled, ana
the queeniy woman at his side grew dead
ly pale, and swayed slightly forward as
they walked. He drew the hand more
securely through his arm and added:
Will you pause at the di Spagna, or shall
see YOU to your hotel2"
I'VE will go on, if you please. Thanks
for your kindness"
linen, after pause. she said: ssYou
have been frank and just, Arthur The
tenderest are the crueIest. / don't know
bow 1t IS, but we have both proved it.
May God forgive us both, and bless Won
always"
! Fle years have rolled the dusty wheels
over that sad day when Arthur and Alma
met and parted at Rome.
He is with his wife in Scotland. She
| has become famous and rich. and is back
at her cd home. Often when the DAYS
are tar, tall, queenly woman is driven
slowly through certain street, and from
her open phaeton looks up cnriously,
revcreEtly, tenderly to the windows of a
house which have not been opened for ten
years. The blinds are covered with dust.
The curtains, and ali the pretty blue-and-
gold furnishings are crumbling under
the immovable shadow within. But the
old love IS only a memory now, covered
with years. The rainbow tinted aspira-
tions which were set within it once have
given place to the solid coloIs of calm.
smooth life without.-PoHers Amerscan
Monthly.