Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-04-04
HOW GREEK MET GREEK.

$50 it is true, Jessie Handbook! You
have been trifing with me from first to
last. May God forgive you'll cannotp p
said Ralph Ashton, bitterly, as he
dropped the white hand and gazed down
scorntully at its owner.
"Why, Ralph" lisped an afectionate
voice, II never dreamed you meant any
thing really, it seems so odd!"
"Odd,' Jessie Hardbrook' and his eyes
flashed angr1ly. "You never dreamed
that l loved you? You knew it WELT Day
by day you have been leading me on.
Why, when you saw that I was begin
ming to love you from my very soul, did
you not check me? Twas because you
wished to swell the list Of your victims.
congratulate you upon your success.
Now farewell forevern' And before the
apparently astonished young lady could
frame sentence, the door had slammed
behind Ralph Ashton.
He strobe fercely down the street to
his studio, and entering it, locked the
door behind him. A picture stood On
the easel, partly concealed by cloth
which had been thrown over it. This he
snatched hastily off and revealed full
life portrait of Jessie Handbook, Just as
she looked the first time he had met her,
clad in a white silk trimmed with tube
roses, the same which nestled in her long
golden curls. A smile parted the saucy
red lips, and dimpled one daintily tinted
cheek. 1t was Jessie Handbook, surely,
but thousand times more beautiful, for
he had endowed it with soul-not hers,
but one Of his own creation-one that he
imagined that the woman he loved pos
sessed.
He had spent much time on this pic
ture, and had succeeded beyond his
widest hopes. 1t had become the great
est pleasure of his life to sit before it
and with every stroke of the brush paint
and fancy a wonderful dream of the
future when he should call her his very
own.
All this may seem romantic and non
sensical for a strong man to indulge In
but it was true. Ralph Ashton possessed
the sensitive nature that continually
leans toward the ideal andEsuns the prac
teal side of life. Whatever pleased O.
attracted him, he endowed with gifts O
a divine nature. He was honest ant
truthful in the highest degree-iust tn,
one to fall victim to the snares of th
hard. hard world.
Jessie Handbook was a hirt OF tn
deepest dye, without shadow of heart
Her one aim was to secure a rich hus
band-who would keep her in ease an(
aff1uence all her butterfly life She hac
been pleased and fattered with Ralpl
Ashton's presence, and, when she saw
him falling under the spell of her charms
instead of releasing him there and then
as an honorable woman would have done
she strove the harder to please until sh
gained her own wish--mainly, to say ''no
to the important question.
gas Ralph Ashton gazed long and bit
terly at the beautiful picture, he felt tn
one great hope of his life died within
him, and all became darkness and de
spair. At last, snatching it angrily from
the easel, he ripped the canvas with hi
knife and thrust the whole into the CRATE
watching the flames consume it with
look of fierce hatred.
The next day friend, coming to cal
was surprised to find this placard on tn
door, "Gone to Europe"
A suppressed murmur ran throug
Mrs. BIS crowded rooms as Ralpl
Ashton entered them. It was bis frs