Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-02-03

lO save your INV oSoNoC0 iosS 49, 49,
tined yCu for great things. l have q
favor 10 ask of you in return"
Name itw be exclaimed, gratefully.
sit is granted. Whether / can rejoice
that existence is yet mine or not, your
noble kindness Is the same"
Taking her slender hand. he pressed
1t to his lips.
"Fnsl, / want you to lend me one Of
these statuettes as q remembrance oil
tlis day."
alt is yours-I give it."
"Nay' take 1t as loan only. Now,
want YOU to carry 1t down stairs your
self and join me 1t tea"
He would have refused, but was pow
erless before her gentle authority. Be-
lectirg his very best statuette-ay youth
full group classically posed, representing
Spring banishiDg Winter he followed
Pauline Maurier to her sitting room.
When, an hour later, he returned TO
his studio, Cyril Harry cave was already
a changed man. His heart was lighter,
his mind more hopeful; as Prometheus
caught fire from heaven he had caught
energy from Pauline Maurier. She had
read him eorrectly-agenius, he lacked,
owing to physical weakness, the power
Of application and will to struggle to
fame.
"For all that" she commented when
alone, "his talents shall not be lost"
Pauline Maurier felt the one prayer OF
her life had been answered. AT last she
had some one to work for, to help, to
spend that energy upon she could not
exert for herself. The difference In
their ages enabled her, she thought, to
90 this without improperly even III the
orld's eyes.
That evening Cyril heard light step
outside his door; opening 1t, he found
small basket full Unnecessary provisions,
but the person who had left 1t had van
ished. A moment after, much moved,
he stood in Pauline's apartment.
81 cannot take this. Indeed 1 can.
mo-" he siad, blushing painfully.
"You must,n said Pauline firmly.
"There is no disgrace in q loan. You
win find the bill inside. 1 would not
hurt your feelipgs for the world. When
you sell your statuettes you shall pay
mer
"When ~ he smited family.
"Hush! You promised me not to de-
spairm she interrupted. Now CO.
good night. ! have work to do"
Next morning Pauline Maurier went
out early. Under her shawl she carried
Cyril Hargreave's statuette.
Some while previous to this episode In
her life she had become acquainted with
-, one Of the princes among the
American seulptors, as unselfish as he
was clever and generous:
Itw was to his atelier that Pauline was
bound. Reaching it, in q brief space
she bad told her story and shown the
slatueIte.
ut is beautiful! 1t is the work Of q
genius The conception Of q poet" re-
piled the sculptor.
"And the genius, the poet, Is stsrv-
iDgm said Pauline, with a sneering
mOue at the word. Can you do any
thing for him?n
"1The old thing, Miss Maurier,"
smiled the sculptor. Ever rsking fol
Others, never for yourseliw
Il only plead for those who are
worthy" she laughed.
We'll, l will do what I can" and
writing on . slip of paper, he gave it to
her. Take this" he proceeded, "to
the gentleman living at this address.
Say you come from me. II any one
will buy the group he will, and at an
honest price"
Pauline, thanking him warmly, de-
parted.
That evening Cyril Hargresve, after
q temporary absence, on entering his
. udio, found pile OF gold standing on
bapk-note on his table. Coloring
crimson, seizing them, he darted to
Pauline's room.
What is the meaning Of this?" he
gasped, in agitation.
Meaning? There, do not look dis
tressed; the money is your own" re-
PoDded Pauline, In very matter of-facs
ones. And please, l shall be obliged,
Mr.. Hargreave, il you would now settle
my little account of yesterday"
mine! Thism he exclaimed.
"Gou.s. Look around. Where is
your statuette? Gone! There" and
she pointed to the gold, "is its repre-
sentative. You see L have been more
fortunate than you. Sit down and
listen"
When she had told her recital Cyril
Hargreave's eyes were fall OF tears. He
pressed Pauline's hand to his lips.
my preserverm he murmured, with
emotion. "How can l repay you"
by becoming the genius have pre-
dicted," she replied.
So matters went on. Cyril had found
. friend, Pauline field for her energy.
Naturally astrong liking grew up be-
tween them. When that fatal dreamy
languor seized the sculptor, or he revolt
ed from some commonplace work neces-
sary for bread and cheese, Pauline
NIaurier reused and saved him.
He owed all to her. He felt without
yer he should be nothing. Intensely
rateful, he saw In her his only friend.
One day he asked her t. come and
zee statue he had just finished. As
he admired it, he said, taking hel
hands:
"In praisiDg it you praise yourself,
Miss Maurier, for it is more your work
than mine; but for you 1 should have
been nothing. Miss Misunderstanding
may dare ask you to be ever by
my side? 1t is selfish wish, for you
are my genius"
what do you mesn?" asked Paul,
lnG,
"Will you be my wifew
"Your wifep
There was silence. Pauline had turn
I'd deathly pale. There was one vic
ent struggle. Then looking up smiling
he said:
al thank you much, Mr.. Hsrgreave
and fully appreciate the kind generos
ity of such an offer, but 1t cannot be
ur ages forbid 1t. / am too old"
Nay, what are years when two lives
are bound in one-when they are neces
airy to each otherw cried the sculptor
You are my preserver. L cannot live
without you. i was dying and you
saved me. was penniless, you gave
me work. i was unknown, you gave
me fame; my fame rests In your hands
without you | am nothing"
Earnestly he pleaded. Long, agsins
the urging Of her own heart, for sht
loved him with self-sscrificing deyo
ton, Pauline Maurier resisted. She
placed everything in the worst light
He would not listen.
Finally she yielded, making this pro
viso-that if his mind should changt
before their wedding day he would tel
her and all should be over between
them.
al love you too vel, >" she smiled, "tt
see you, for any selfish qualification o
my own, made miserable
He promised, and kiss that rar
through Psullne'severy nerve sealed the
compact
Time passed by. Pauline Msurier wa,
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