Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-29

yourself. But true it is that When YOU
read this shall be the wife of another
Farewell, and may your noble heart find
forgetfulness OF .4I.MA."
Five years after, Arthur LEROY was
standing watching the silent, dask.cyed.
picturesque group which sat on the grav
steps of the Trinita di Monte in Rome.
White he stood and looked, a tall, grace
ful woman dressed in mourning came
down the street and stood beside him.
She glanced hurriedIy at the same group
which his own eyes were surutlniziog
Arthur was pursuing his artistic sud
les at Rome, and was searching for a
model. The woman beside him was on a
similar mission. She, however, seemed
to find none among the group to suit her,
and she started to 60 As she turned,
their glances met. Arthur ana Alma
were face to lace. Her eyes were sadder
than ever, and her gatb was weeds Of
mourning.
Arthur she exclaimed, in surprise,
holding out her white, slender hand
The blood receded from his lace and
left 1t 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 model, tcof"
"Ies, she said liz voice which had
a perceptible culver: "but I 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 been?"
r,olL-aJ Ioc;In har
off, saying:
Thanks AS to how an now-wel!;
hcw have been-l have forgotten
She felt the little thrust; but it was easy
Tor her womau's wit to parry II by saying
with her old nai0ete Of manner:
'Well, you see the Influence of your
taste had its influence on me. 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 1t there, and she resolved to pluck
it out at once.
But you never told me was an artists
Il never knew till
Nor did know it myself" said she,
interrupting him, ''till Mr.. Russejl'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 40 com
ment from his set hips. She had long
ago taught him to endure surprises IN 81
lGnce.
Then came here to study; to learn,
II can, the dream toll of an artists life.
"ln which calling you have my best
wishes Tor your success, and my services
always at your command" he said, with
unteigned sincerity.
"Iour good wishes. Arthur, are CRATE
ful to me, and shall be only too lad to
avail myself Of your valuable suggestions,
lf-it may only know that | am tiorgiv-
en-"
> ''Yon are forgiven But do not for
get. Everything which 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, ard curtains
are closed about the memory IN my heart.
The shaooW rested there also long tine.
But tomorrow it will be lifted The
Beatrice | brought with me- put it
above my door here In Rome as 40 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 auard
aDoge my heart will be taken Gown and
the light OF the new eyes will enter in.'
She was IN doubt as to his meaning.
was ne purposely obscure2 Was he talk
ing OF the OLD iove2 She took Il for
grated.
God bless you, Arthur She said; IL
do not deserve as much as you acco1c, %
For the old loves sake, for the ggand
and beautiful Alma =
Size started as he called her name. He
nad nor done SO before She !aia her
hand upon his arm, and said in 3 low.
tender voice, as her eyes filled with tears:
"Arthurr'
WAIT moment, please he resumed: :
"tor the sake Of Alma which ac0s. her 1T
tie room, which my love made Ter her.
shall never be opened while live. She
cast the shanow upon it; shall never lift
II. To morrow | shall be married to Miss
Bruce. Sc is an artist TOO
The hard up on his arm uemblcd, and
the qneenly woman at his side grew dead.
~ pale, and swayed slightly forward as
they walked. He drew the hand more
securely through his arm and added:
Will you pause at the d Spagna. Or shall
see YOU to your hotei?n
We will 90 on, you please. Thanks
for your kindness"
Then, after a pause. she said .sYou
have been frank and just, Arthur. The
tenderest are the crueIest ] don't know
how II 49, but we have both proved it.
May God forgive us both, and bless Won
always"
RI 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
mas become famous and rich, and is back
at her Cd home. Often when the DAYS
are lar tall, quecnly Tooman IS driven
slowly through certain street, and from
her open phaeton looks up curiously.
revCrertLy, tenderly to the windows of a
mousse "nlcn nave not been opened for ten
years. The biinGs are covered with dust.
Inc curtains, and all the pretty blue and
gold furnishings are crumbIing under
the lmmovable shadow within Bat the
ola love IS only memory now, covered
with years. The rainbow tinted aspira-
tons which were set within it once have
given place to the solid cools Of calm.
smooth life without.-Potter's american
Monthly.