The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-08-02

painter, too, some day, with you to
inspire me-" he added, smiling
slightly.
~ do not doubt your love for me,
Edwin; but shall never marry. ]
intend to devote my life to my art.
AS a wife it would be impossible for
me to do SO. l should be hindered
and trammeled in a thousand ways.
Believe me, have thought very
earnestly of all this, and /"
"Helen, when l came to spend my
vacation here at Little Rock, so as to
be near you, l said to myself, now
you can ask the woman you love to
be your wife, and know that you
have a home to offer her. For your
sake / wish you were rich; but / am
still young, and with the good pros
poets have, do not see why shall
not be able before many years TO
give my wife all she can wish"
SIT is not that, Edwin. l should
not love you one bit the more if you
were a millionaire" interrupted
Helen, glancing reproachfully at
him. ta
"Helen, my holiday isover now to-
morrow. l must have my answer,
tonight" The words came some
what sternly from between Edwin
Benefits lips.
Mechanically, with the end Of her
parasol, Helen Armstrong traced on
glittering yellow sands, "Fame YER
sus Love-" Then, as she became
aware of what she had done, she
sought to efface them. Too late
Edwin BENEFITS hand stayed hers
as pointing to the letters stand out,
he said hoarsely:
"Choosel"
For second she hesitated, then
slowly came the answer:
81 accepted Mr.. Hovey's offer this
morning. l am to sailin q week."
spurning her hand from him, Ed
win Bennett cried out passionately:
"God forgive you'll I cannotp
Then, without another word, he
turned and left her.
A faint cry of edwin" escaped
her lips, as her arms were held ouI
imploringly toward him. Then they
fell to her side, and she, too, turned
and went slowly across the sands in
the opposite direction. If he had
looked back and seen those out
stretched arms, how different theil
lives might have been; but no, hi
plodded angrily along the shore
glancing neither to the right no
left. Little by little the waves crep
! up aud Love was drowned, while
Fame stood out bold and clear upor
the yellow sands.
X X X X # Il
yoars nave come and gone
since Helen Armstrong and Edwin
Bennett parted on the shore, and
during that time they have never
met. Helen had won that which
she had striven for. She had be-
come an artist of renown. Even
royalty had been pleased to compli
ment her upon her art.
For the last month one of Helen
Armstrng's paintings had been on
exhibition at the Academy of De
signs, and crowds had been drawn
thlther to see this last work of the
celebrated artist. The subject was
simple, nothing new, yet visitors re.
turned again and again to gaze at it
1t was the last day of its exhibi
ton, when q lady and gentleman
the gentleman leading little girl OIL
perhaps three years by the hand
passed into the room where the
painting hung.
"Oh! isn't it too bad there is such
a crowd; l wanted to see i'll" exclaim.
ed the lady, to which the gentleman
replied:
ave will look at the other pictures
first and come back again; perhaps
there will not be such crowd then"
An hour or so later the!gentleman
and lady returned; then the room
was almost deserted, except for a few
stragglers here and there. 1t was
lust about time to close the gallery.
For few moments they stood in
| silennn hefnre tho nointipr. tbo, Z,