Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1880-06-26
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cans picture, which those who had seen it pro-
De WorFos St ssS h eP Rse a,
Rainsford, Miss de Forest has just confded to
me an Overwhelming desire TO see the ball at
Eight? No one viii eeogHze yoa an Under Sem your S1
wells, and here are eight strong men ready to
protect you. We are all going. Think of all
me g0od american M can ,lokmnciergymen and dea
/ Is no worse"
Mrs. de Forest demurred a little, but finally
consented. She had peculiar theories OF edu-
cation which had perhaps given Amy the
truthful healthy outlook upon life which she
possessed In remarkable degree for so young
woman; II she had Rone of the illusions that
dWar1 the mental vision OF more romantic girls,
she mad pure and generous instincts, unbiased
by fear or prejudice. What corruption could
there be In tawdry students bail for girl
who had weighed the problems Of life in her
own mind and found the balance In favor OF law
and order?
1t was a noisy and motley scene they en-
countered-gaudy and common OF necessity
Dut with some artistic quality In his FIBRE born
OF the city and its people. Guy Rainsford felt
MISS de Forest shrink as she chung to his arm.
What is the matter, Miss de Forest? Are
you afratd?'
No; only sorry-only sorry for these poor
patton, after ali. MI Rainsford 's'e '0' o's''-
II thought the sight OF a little would cure
YOU II women In general could see something
ration for fastness which troubles many OF
them. All, there is Augustine dancing; she is
quite different from the rest
The party forced It's way through the crowd
to within few feet OF its edge. In the space
left for the dancers stood Shapely girl, with
her fair chestnut hair rolled high above and
about her head, her perfect arms and shoulders
barred and adorned with the sequins Of the
PalaiS Royal, scarlet bodice and short skirt
OF yellow satin f1ounced with black lace. There
Was touch of paint on her laSheS an artificial
depth of color on her lovely cheek The casta-
nets ratified as she curved her arms above her
head and twinkled her light feet, swaying her
little body to and If fro. TN, with her large pale
head she Looked like round liiy-cup swaytng On
tie waters surface to which Miss de Forest
had that morning compared her. In the front
OF the crowd stood Arthur Duncan, towering
head and shoulders above his neighbOrS his
handsome face aglOw, his eyes brilliant withs
excitement and eagerly following every curve
OF the dancers motion.
"He has forgotten that eXiSt;n thought AMY
de Forest, bitterly, and she trembled from head
to loot. Take me home, Mr.. Rainsford. Speak
to mamma please-the air here is sitting. am
sorry TO take you away, but | do not feel able to
stay"
Guy Rainsford took Mrs de Forest and her
daughter home and then returned TO the hall.
One OF the other men told him that Arthur
Duncan looked strangely troubled when he was
Informed that Miss de Forest had gone away
III with the atmosphere of the place.
When the dance was over Arthur stole aWay
10 the door OF the dancers dressing room and
waited TO take her home to her rooms high up
In one of the old houses frowned upon by the
SorbOnne. The exercise and the applause OF
the crowd had heightened her beauty and made
her absolutely dazzling in her radiant health
ana youth Arthur, looking upon her as she
sat over her supper. drinking the red wine mix
Ing her salad with the hearty abandon of Che
peasant nature she had brought from the Py-
rennees, felt strangely the pathos OF the stern
necessity which could cast this perfect crea-
ture, this type OF the worlds youth and morn
Ing under the iron wheels OF the great Partisan
death-cart. The chimes OF the SOrbonne struck
the four quarters, soft, sweet little voices In
all his after life wherever he found a guitar his
hand 1nstinctively struck the four sweet. small
notes. and before him rose vision of woman
enyeloped In floating fair hair, with white robes
loose about her shoulders and large eyes lust
touched with slumber like the great pale morn
ing star.
Miss de Forrest visited his studio the follow.
Ing day. Her eyes were heavy, and dark shad-
0Ws played about them. She too had heard the
SorGOnne chimes strike the hour strange fas-
elnatlon led her to wish TO see the pictured face
that had done her so much of harm. When she
saw the yaperOuS, buOyant shape with it's
rounded outlines defined by the floating
drapery. the long fair hair curving among the
clouds, the lovely, SenSuOuS face Softened to the
evanescence and deWiness of dream, she knew
that she could never hope to rival with this
T1nesn tS she MI
and went home with breaking heart
When MI. Duncan. that evening took his
way 10 Augustine's rooms, be found her gone.
She had moved away that morning, the con-
estrge said, taking everything with her. On
the bare table at which she had sat at supper
the night before. he found note addressed to
III.
Spanish idiom which had been so effectiye
Ginning from her full red lips. and was no less
SO mis-spet On paper.
Mon Ami: Your picture is finished, You
have no further need Of me. 1 am tired of the
Quarter, the artists, the dancing, the bad
cooking. l nave moved across the Seine into a
I hgher sphere, d 9 ~ Gne DO not try to fol-
sou Tor you. l have deceived you thousand
times as you have that paurre Detit7 demoi-
selle We met yesterday. 1 asked you if she
n hrrt1
saw her at the Butler. Under her vail the
great tears were in her eyes. She loves you
M. e., G,ng.o l can read faces. Marry her
remain near you. for / have five times her
power over You; Cest pour ca qte e men role"
He read and re-read the letter, folded 1t and
the room. When the chimes struck the quar-
ter-hour, he started as from dream and went
downstairs out into the night. He strolled
along the quay, looked down into the rushing
water That seemed TO bear the burdens OF
weary hearts down TO their resting-p In
the sea. A great star hung over Nolre Dame,
gustine or Amy-pOor little Amy who had
watched and waited for him all unconscious of
AuSustine'S existence? That chapter OF his
life was closed. He wondered whether 1t was
love he had felt for Augustine, or the sensuous
admiration OF the artistic temperament She
had been TO him his goddess or morning and
every nDre OF his soul had been filled with the
divine impulse OF creation-She was his pic
ture, his life. himself. And yet It was always
OF Amy that he had thought while he worked.
always her voice that sounded in his ear, spur
ring him on to effort and success. He passed
lef mouse and saw CLEAN OF white In the
moonlight among the flowers OF her balcony.
he would go In and tell her all.
he found her alone, sitting on a low chair
among the Pansies and heliotrope, and early
roses They talked upon Indifferent subjects.
more ara more remote from the one nearest
thtlf hearts, Al length Arthur said 81 heard
you were at the Butler last evening Miss de
Forest ~
YES. Mr. RainsfOrd persuaded mamma to
go. l was eager 10 see the original OF your
picture. She Is certainly very beautiful. 1t
was the same person saw you with yesterday
morning. think"
Yes: she has left the Quarter and gone no
enc knows whittier. She-Amy Will YOU nut
an end TO all my doubts and faltertDgse VII
you let NE tell you that love you? VIII YOU
be my wife as you have always been my better
angel?"
81 had rancied, indeed had been told, that
youwere Vely much In love with your model.
1Cu can scarcely love two women at once"
She has gone forever"
"And am the second choice. Thanks,n
Amy, never loved her-iu was simply that
she was the ideal OF my picture, and The two
were so at one In my mind that could not
separate them. You yourself are artist enough
TO understand that. And | had no means of
knowing that you loved me. Only Augustine
herself revealed it 10 me-" And then he read
her those portions OF the dancers note that
concerned herself.
amy pondered long over It She did not be.
neVe the dancers words that she did not care
Tor Arthur. that S he was tired of the Quarter
she mad seen those lovely eyes fill with light