Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-10-12

amount if l wished. Was it not gener-
Gus of him! Just think, two years at
work among the old masters. What
could l not do then? II would be such
help to me. My litueincome would
do, with care, l think"
'And you would go?" As Edwin
Bennett asked this question look Of
pain crossed his face.
"Why no ?" came the reply, as Helen
raised her eyes questioningly to her
companion.
you say yo1'love me; and yet you
would put the sea between us. Helen,
wait; l will work hard and earn money
enough to take us both abroad. Do
you think could deny you anything !?
You should paint to your hearts con-
tent, from the old masters, or any
thing else you pleased SO long as
you were happy, l should be. Per-
haps / might turn painter, too, some
day, with you to inspire me-" he adj
ded, smiling slightly
81 do not doubt your love for me,
Edwin; but shah never marry. l
intend to devote my life to my art
As wife it would be impossible for
me to do SO. / should be hindered and
trammeled in thousand ways. Be-
lieve me, / have thought very earnest.
ly of all this, and L"
Helen, when / came to spend my
vacation here at Little Rock, 60 rs to
be near you, said to myself, now you
can ask the woman you love to be
your wife, and know that you have a
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wish | were rich; but / am still young,
and Nth the good prospects have, |
do not see why shall not be able be-
fore many years to give my wife all
she can wish"
at is not that, Edwin. / should not
love you one bit the more if you were
millionaire" interrupted Helen,
glancing reproachfully at him.
"Helen, my holiday is over to-mor-
row. / must have my anwer tonight.
The words came somewhat sternly
from between Edwin BENEFITS teeth.
Mechanically, with the END Of her
parasol, Helen Armstrong traced on
the glittsring yellow sands, "Fame yer.
sus Love-. Then, as she became
aware of what she had done, she
sought to efface them. Too late. Ed
win BENEFITS hand stayed hers, as
pointing to the letters, he said, hoarse-
ly:
| "Choose"
For second she hestated, then
slowly came the answer:
81 accepted Mr.. Hoveys offer this
morning. | am to sail in week"
| IA i'm wi
Bennett cried out, passionately:
"God forgive you! cannot" Then,
without another word, he turned and
left her.
A faint cry of edwin" escaped her
lips, rs her arms were held out implor.
ingly 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 outstretched arms, how diff
ferent their life might have been; but
no, he plodded angrily along the shore
CHANGING neither to the right nor to the
left. Little by little the waves creep
up and Love was drowned, while Fame
stood out bold and clear upon the vel
low sands.
|
Ten years have come and gone since
i. Helen Armstrong and Edwin Bennett
parted on the shore, and during thai
time they have never met. Helen hao
won that which she had striven for
, She had become an artist of renown
Even royalty had been pleased to com
pliment her upon her art.
For the last month one of Heller
Armstrong; paintings had been on ex
hibiti.n at the Academy of Design
and crowds had been drawn thither tt
see this last work Of the celebrated Ar
fist. The subject was simple, nothin'
new, yet visitors returned again an,
again to gaze at it.
IT was the last day OF its exhibition
, when lady and gentleman, the gen
tleman leading little girl of perhap
three years by the hand, passed int
the room where the painting hung
"Oh! isn't it too bad there is such
crowd; l wanted to see it" exclaim %
> the lady, to which the gentleman re
piled:
Eve will look at the other picture
: and come back again perhaps Their
will not be such & crowd then"
An hour or so later the gentlemal
, and lady returned; then the room wa
! almost deserted, except for few strae
elers here and there. 1t just abou
time to close the gallery.
For few moments they stood i
silence before the painting; then lii
! tie voice said:
"Baby wants to see, too, papa"
Stooping down the gentleman raise
> the pretty, daintly-dressed child in hi
arms. After gravely regarding tn
picture for second, the little on
asked.
'Iszay mad ,papa?'
, 81 am afraid one was, pet, cam
the low answer, rs Edwin Bennett softl
, kissed the fair cheek of his little CIR
! Then his gaze returned to the painting
A stretch Of yellow sands, dotte
> here and there by huge boulders an
piles of snowy pebbles, against whic
the overhanging peaks looked almos
bleak. Gentle little baby waves riI
= ping in toward the shore, while ma
l iestic nurpla-hnp1 silver edged clOud