The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-07-23

II was the beginning Of Q very pleas
ami time In giYian's life, and he told
-Au. Petronsl, ons day, that q sight Of
clars's face when she laughed, and tbs
rch music OF the laugh, were enough
70 dissipate the gathered gloom Of 8 lie
time
And, somehow. Clare came TO under
stand that II was given her to dispo.
some of sthe shadows of Vivian Kill
gour's life, and, without knowing. or
asking. OF even feeling q curiosity 10
know, she did him all the little woman
ly kndnesses that came in her way.
81 want to show you something"
Constance said TO her n evening, just
between daylight and dark. M. Kill
gour has gone away for q couple Of
days. and he asked me TO see that his
rooms were comfortable for an artist
friend. who will be here tonight to
look owe some portfolios. And ] want
you to 90 with me while l show you
some Of his sketches. They are quite
lovelyr
They were indeed worth looking at,
and although Clare hesitated about GO
ing In, she was enthusiastic over the
contents of the well-iilled portfolios.
'1t doesn't seem to be quite the thing
for me to be here" she said. half laugh
ingly. half deprecatingly; although /
cannot give any sensible reason why"
Constance frowned in mock reproof.
Nonsense want you to see this
Vivian painted 1t himself, and showed
it TO mother and me one day. He said
IL expressed his life a words never
could doP'
Clare went up TO the easel. and, with
grave, thoughtful face. looked at the
picture thereon-the expression of VI
Wan Kilgour's life.
And her girls heart throbbed with
sudden pity Tor him, as she saw the duh
chilling landscape. the sere, sunless,
late autumn day. the leafless branches
Of the trees swaying In an east wind, .
solitary bird away up against o dun
sky, . little desolste lonely hut ON the
edge Of 4 eullep stream, and In ons
window a light cleaning hrehtly-tha
m bit Of color In the picture while
his cloak wrapped about him, looking
at the glow as he passed by.
1t was labelled Forever Outside"
and Constance's voice quiyered a little
unwontedly as she looked upon it and
spoke
Don't you pity him now, a little.
ClareP He said to mother that he was
SO miserable. so unhappy. always out
side OF that which seems to make other
peoples happiness"
Clare's lip quivered.
'Oh, Connie, ! am 81 sorry l ever
thought him moody! ] re is gloom
and wretchodness in every feature of
that haarf o~,roa.fA- - Ia. ~ "a. l. -
translated from my standpoint. But
see here, let me show you what / see in
It. The cloudy, windy day outside the
shadow; the traveller outside; but inside.
Connie, at home. / translate hat light
to be a welcome. a smile, loving arms.
loving kisses, and he need not stay out
side, you know"
Glare had not been looking at Miss
PetroneL She had not seen the sud
den flush come oyer her face, the look
OF surprise. the swift, silent signal made
to her. or Clare would have observed
her silent departure.
But the nex moments she did know
that Vivian was beside her, with 10
handsome face eager aud passionate.
Little Glare, say that ~again-thal !
need not stay outside. My little low.
my little angel. bid me come into -
sunlight, the glory of your love.
have always been outside all my If
1t has made me dull. morosc, mela
choly. never had q home; my moth
/ cannot remember. Take me-take
TO your love, my darlingl 1 want ",
Il want you so! l love you, dear. an
You WHIP Look ut me Sunny-eyes, n .
! a see my answer in them"
And she slowly lifted her pure, swc-
eyes. that held his heaven for Vivia.
kilgour.
In Park Row there Is one especial
house, luxurious and elegant from roof
70 basement, and in 1t Clare's heart
some laugh is often heard-the sweetcs.
music her adoring husband says, in al
the world.
His gloom, and cheerlessness. and
loneliness are forever exercised now,
and his happy sweet tempered. hopeful
little wife did 1t. and in the splendid
drawing-room, conspicuous by its posi-
ton, hangs . little picture, Forever
Outside and although very few peo-
pie know its story, yet almost any dag
you may see Vivian Kilgour stand be
fore 1t with n look in his face that Is
hushcd, solemn, yet rapturously lumin-
Gus; for he knows and Clare knows,
that the shadows have all departed since
she came TO be the light of his life.