Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1882-07-22


Ithey fell to her side, and she, too,
turned and went slowly across the
sands in the opposite direction. If
| he had locked back and seen those
outstretched arms, how different
their lives might have been but no
he plodded angrily along the shore,
glancing neither to the right nor left.
Little by little the waves crept up
and Love was drowned, while Fame
stood out bold and clear upon the
yellow sands. asM -
So - #3s*gH 80 -
Ten years have 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 become an
artist of renown. Even royalty had
been pleased to compliment her upon
her art.
For the last month one of Helen
Armstrong; paintings had been on
exhibition at the Academy of De-
signs, and crowds had been drawn
thither 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. .i tA
It was the last day of it's exhibit
ton, when a lady and gentleman,
the gentleman leading a little girl
of perhaps three years by the hand,
passed into the room where the
painting hung.
6 Obi isn't it too bad there is such
a crowd; wanted to see it!n ex-
claimed the lady, to which the gen
tlemani replied: rs 80 iGS j.
q We will look at tie other pic
lures first and come back again !;
perhaps there viii not be such a
crowd then.n n8 Hs. 4o
An hour or so later the gentle.
man and lady returned; then the
room was almost deserted, except
for few stragglers here and there.
1t was just about time to close the
gallery. s ~ eE
/ For few moments they stood in
silence before the painting; then a
little voice said:s Ffoal vi
"Baby wants to see, too, papa"
STOPPING down the gentleman rails
ed the pretty, daintily dressed child
in his arms. After gravely regard
ing the picture for q second, the lit
tie one asked:
7" Is gay mad papa p
am afraid one was, pet cahe
| the low answer, as Edwin Bennett
softly kissed the fair cheek Of his
little girl. Then his gaze returned
to the painting.
A stretch of yellow sands, dotted
here and there by huge boulders and
piles of snowy pebbles, against which
the over hanging cliffs looked almost
bleak. Gentle little baby waves
ripping in toward the shores, while
majestic purpled- hued, silver-edged
clouds seemed floating EN- masse to-
ward the golden crimson barred sun
that flooded the sky and water with
its warm light.
In the center of the picture, where
the beach formed a curve esembling
a horseshoe, was an old boat, turned
bottom upwards; some few feet off,
the figure of a young man, apparent
ly walking hurriedly away. Although
the face was not visible, the gazer
felt that the man suffered; that the
glorious sunset was as naught to
him. Perhaps it was in the tightly
clasped hand, the veins of which
stood like great cords; or, maybe
the mans apparent total disregard
of his surroundings.
To the right of the picture the
figure of young girl, trailing a
parasol in the sand, as she appeared
to move slowly in the opposite di-
rection from her companion. Only
little bit of a delicate shaped ear
and d mass of glossy blaids showed
from beneath the shade hat, but one
could readily believe that tie pretty
girlish figure belonged to an equal
~ attractive face.
About half way between them,
traced upon the sands, we're the
words, tsFame versus Love-
a"Is it not lovely, Edwin 9'' and
Mrs. Bennett laid her hand upon
!
her husbands arm as she added:
"Yet how sad it somehow seems.
| can't help feeling sorry for them. !
wish | could see their faces. | feel
as if I wanted to turn them round.r
Clasping the little hand that rest
ed SO confdingly upon his arm, Ed
win Bennett inwardly thanked God
for the gift of his fair young wife, as
he said: &
"Come, dear, they are commenc-
ing to close up. Baby's tired too.'
Ess, mes tired. Baby wants to
tiss mammal lisped the child, hold
inc ont har tiny arms