Daily globe., 1880-07-18

He bent over the dying girl and took
the two white little hands tenderly IN his
own.
"Juliet, you will believe what I say to
you now?"
She stirred softly, the cold hands nes-
tied like birds in his.
81 loved you always. / did you no
wrong, and would have come back to
you had you not forbidden it in your
message that day. Do you believe what
I says"
He was answered by the lifted beauty
of her eyes. In their pure depths was
burning the light of new life that would
have made all other lights seemed cold
and dim.
He kissed the trembling lips.
''Thus now claim nsy aoifei"
A slight shiver passed over her-her
bosom rose and fell; then, with sudden
movement, she turned her head-the soft
light faded out of her eyes, and the tired
eyelids closed.
These two, the lover and the grandma
ther, stood alone above their dead.
Harry Templeton took up the letter
and the printed slip of paper.
"Let me tell you,' said he, ''what 1
could not say to her at that time-it was
Madge Colchester who sent Misn' ne
pointed to the paper. "It was asubscrip-
ton ball, and the proceeds went to the
fever sufferers in the South"
Madame Schuyler smiled coldly.
"This," ,"-he took up Madge's letter
twas written with the same evil purpose
with which she sent the other. The
words themselves are true, but they
are a lie to the conclusions to
which they lead. was working at Ju-
lets picture through the summer. When
Miss Colchester came to Newport she
gave me three sittings for the pose of
the figure"
Madame Schuyler's smile grew colder
still; dark flame began to kindle in
Harry Templeton's eyes.
"You do not believe me-" he cried
out, pass1onately. "You have no faith
in me. Nevertheless. will tell you all
From Newport went to Saratoga. ]
had no thought of dong wrong. I meant
to finish the painting and hasten back
here, but the gambling-.ables drew me-
lost money and stayed on, hoping to
win it back
| He paused moment.
| ''Then came Juliet's message, that
cruel letter. I felt your scorn behind It.
I knew yourSlnfuence-I was reckless
All, Madame Schuyler, why were yor
not kinder to me2''
The stern old face fronting him die
not once change-never once!"
''Do you not think understand you?'
she asked, slowly. II know what such
daliance as yours was, means. The bao
blood of the old Templeton race speaks
| there. Your sin was sweet to you.'
"She stood a moment silent, looking
down at the dead girls face"
"You could not make my darling hap
py. It is better as it is"
She left the room, her black-veiled fig.
ure gliding like mourning shadow down
the hall.
|. Late that night Madame Schuyler
stood before the picture In her room
For The last time she looked at the hand.
some face-the face which had been SC
dear to her in the far-away days of hel
youth.
.'For your sake" she whispered, 81
did wrong. I let the Harry Temple
ton of today come here and
break my darling'sA hearty Under
all the pain his presence brought me
felt some of the old dead sweetness Of
my lost youth. Ny darling is dead
that is my punishment. Let this be my
atonement.''
She took up knife from the table by
her side and with a firm hand drew il
thrice, and then thrice again, across the
painting.
The canvas hung in strips. Madame
Schuyler shiyered coldly.
! s'It IS as If it were living thing, ano
I had murdered it, she whispered, look
ing at her hand, as if she expected to fine
blood-drops dripping from it.
She drew the curtain over her work
and fastened it close down.
The day after Juliet's burial Harry
Templeton was alone with Madame
Schuyler in her room. Juliet's picture
finished, beautiful, hung on the wall
but Madame Schuyler had carefully
chosen a position With he, back turnec
to it.
After long silence, following desulto
ry talk, Harry pointed to the painting.
"Will you accept it?'' he asked; sit ii
the only gift I have to offer you now.'
"No! my dear girls memory will bt
always with me. She will 1--we in this
house as long as do. That is enough
for me-"
Harry looked long and wlsttully at the
implacable old face.
81 wish I could help you," he burst
out, suddenly. 81 wish l could comfor
you
"Do not attempt it. There is nothing
you can do"
Then, slowly, the words tolling out, one
by one, like funeral bell, her sole con
cession for the dead girls sake:
| Be goon man, If you eau.
Harry drew his hand across his eyes
Madame Schuyler's looks changed. She
turned and pointed to the covered pic
ture of that other Harry Templeton on
the wall
There was terrible Irony in her voice
'sWhen am dead you may claim. that
picture. I give it to you-it is your in
heritance."
He bowed his head silently.