Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-03-14
have nothing more to say to each other"


"DO not touch mel" she exclaimed, as the
artist extended his hand in order to conduct
her to the staircase.
She waived him aside and left the room;
then, hurrying down the stairs, she sprans
lightly into her carriage and drove away.
The lamps were lighted in the street be-
l,w the windows. and the artists studio was
half in shadow when Miss Ovington left the
house.
An hour later Clarence Suydam and his
cousin Clarice were seated ut their simple
meal in the apartment adjoining the studio.
The artist pushed aside his untouched
plate, and, with his head resting on his
hand abandoned himself to bitter reflection.
Clarice Suydam never removed her eyes
from the face OF her cousin, but she KEEP.
silence and did not attempt to disturb his
reverie.
They had sat fer nearly an hour over their
untasted food when the servant of the house
entered and handed Clarence letter.
The young man opened it mechanically,
and shrugged his shoulders. with an impa.
| tient gesture as he read the brief contents of
the epistle.
elbow provokingr' he said; ga commission
tonight above all other nights!
"a commission exclaimed 'Clarice---
| ''from whom?'
"From stranger. Listen, Clarice: Mr..
| Spencer, having heard of the rising genius
| OF MIR. Clarence Suydam, is anxious to treat
| with him for q picture to add to Mr.. Spen-
GERS collection of modern paintings. As
Mr.. Spencers stay in New York will be very
| short, he will feel obliged if Mr.. Suydam
will call upon him this evening, at s., at
the Metropolitan Hotel"
'You will not go, Clarence, will your
said Clarice; ''you have suffered SO much to-
day. and you are worn out with all you have
endured. You will not go?'
"Not go, cousin Clarice?" exclaimed the
young man; ''you must indeed think me
weak if you can imagine that the loss of a
| false woman can so much affect me! No,
no! Art shall console me. A glorious fu-
ture shall wipe out the past! I will show
| this woman that the artist in his greatness
may be worthy the love of an Empress!"
Clarence Suydam rose and looked at his
| watch.
Eight o'clock" he said; "plenty of time.
Goodnight, Clarice."
''When will you return?" asked his cousin.
"By eleven, at the latest"
cousin Clarence" said Clarice, earn
| estly, do not go to this place tonight.
i
me that harm to yourself will result from
this meeting. If this MIR. Spencer desires
| to patronize you, let him come here-or let
him wait till tomorrow.
| Impossible, Clarice. I may lose q valu.
| eble patron if 1 fail to keep this appoint
ment."
'Stay, Clarence; there is danger before
you!"
Danger"
cay, danger. feel it know it"
"Pshaw, my poor little cousin, this is
follyr said the young man. "You need
fear no danger, and at eleven o'clock you
shall see me safe at home.
! '.You promise, Clarence?'
| 81 will return at eleven"
'.Swear it. cousin, said Clarice, solemnly
| Il swear"
| The artist seized Clarice's hand and
pressed it in his own; then, hurrying dow
the stairs, he left the house and walked
slowly along the street
| Cllrice sat pale and motionless before the
deserted supper table.
| For two hours she sat in the same att
! tude, immovable as a statute, but when the
| clock upon the chimney-piece struck clever
she rose from her seat aud walked to tine
| window.
| Eleven O'Clock, n,urmured Clarice; ''tht
hour has struck, and he has not yet returned
| Clarence SUydam never yet broke his oath
My cousin is deadr'
| Twelve e one two-three-fou O'Clock
struck from the turrets of the neighborine
church; but still she waited.
II am waiting for his corpse" she muir
INJURED, as the long night wore away. =
am waiting to receive his corpse, for ht
never will return alive"