The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-12-07

"By the way, she continues, In
her cold, even voice, "do you ever &c
to the thsatte.S
"Never," he replies; at is not in
my way. Ineither care for II nor yet
can afford it."
"Then do not CO." she answers.
You are not of curious nature"
~ think not, excepting when
want anything for my work"
"You do not notice thaiiy thugs,
either. You are not one, for instance,
who wodld waste an hour In the
Strand and Regent street, looking at
the portraits in the photograph
Shops"
'd never did such a thing in nil
my life and almost forgetful Of her
he half closes his; eyes and lhopght:
ffuify Scans his work. II 2. !
$50 much the BETTER" is the an.
swer. "Good day. Do not come down
stairs. Ishall be here tomorrow at
about this time"
The same night there is a "frst
night" meeting at the Bolero. Mile,
Ferie Is sitting next TO the enter
prising manager. She still wears
her stage dress Of Helena.
"You are quietness ITSELF" said the
enterprising manager. "Are you
musing DER the mutability Of human
affairs? Are you wroth with Grev.
in's notion Of your costume? or are
you studying mankind in general"
"It is good study" she answers,
and with an unpleasant smile she
puts down her glass.
"Ta-ta, Jorkins," says a stout man
with glass in his eye at has just
gone and | want to be off,"
This time the sunset light is glow.
ing on the walls of the studio in
Charlotte street. The Greek priest.
ess is etill reclining on the couch in
the red robe. The ibis is still fam.
ing in color on his wooden perch.
The picture is almost finished.
Sand what was that your friend
said?" asks the amateur model.
ale said it was rather odd how in.
tensi6ed the expression was becom.
ing in his eyes here. He said, too,
that he liked the title "A Symphony
in Red He further wanted toknow
who my model was. l do not know
: myself" the artist adds, $50, ofcourse,
1 could not tell, him. J. etald him
nothing-why should II"
"Perhaps he was more interested
IN me than you are yourself?' and
the model gives him a searching
glance.
"You know quite differently. You
know what an effect you have had
upon me. You know that you must
have altered the whole tenor of my
life?"
"You do not mean to say you are
in love with me?" says his visitor,
raising herself OH her arm.
He quietly puts down his palette
and brushes on the table and joins
his hands behind his back.
"How can l tell what l ami" he
answers, with a nervous tremor. "Do
you know that they expect me home
to marry my cousin? l shall not dc
it. Why should l have burnt the
little purse she gave me? Why, un.
less you have come to me as my fate
Why did l buy that wretched bird
there that put me in mind of study
in red2 Why did meet you in the
sunset? Why did you Come herei
} We cannot go from all this, say wha,
you will"
"Have you that girls portrait?" The
model asks, but with no tone of in
terest.
} He opens a drawer in the table
takes out photograph and hands il
to her.
} "a pleasant face" size says, anc
lets it fall on the floor.
"And now tell me who you are2"
} She only answers, "Wait."
She rises from the couch, walks t
. the small dressing.room, and, in ,
: moment or two, comes back In hel
! everyday costume.
5 81 shall write note," she says.
She sits down at at the small tabl,
!. and pens few lines on sheet o
paper; this she folds up, waters, ant