Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1884-02-13
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well, yes, it would. Ihave been great.
ly DELAYED: there is no time to lose. But
never mind, presume you will be faith
! full"
The next morning she was little late,
and he waited restIessly- Il am sorry,
/ she said, coming in breathless- He IS
not so we'll; l could not come earlier
The work was commenced and now and
then word exchanged
! Have YOU no friends who could take
your place in the sick room? cannot al
/ ford TO lose time"
Friends? No, none; l have no faith
/ in friends
So frequently the words seemed to come
without her bidding. as though they es-
capped and would not be controlled. ~ on
are Young to have lost faith" but she
said nothing and the work continued. Di-
rectlv he looked up. drawn by the inten-
! si,y of expression upon her countenance.
I There was question in his eve, and as
/ If in answer, she said sharply:
I'VE have no friends at all, and l do
not want them. Sometimes there comes
/ to me an overwhelming disgust for all
humanity"
The words grated so harshly and fell
so strangely from the delicate young lips
/ that he looked long and earnestly into her
face, until, coloring perceptibly, she muir
INJURED:
! IL did not mean to speak; the words
came of themselves; they shall not offend
again"
| ..Offende No, but may ask where you
/ learned such cynicism? How have you
Z cd m snah hprasv Dc
/ She gave low. hooking laugh. the
/ first he had seen curve her lips, and an
swered. evasively,
Surely the world IS full of schools"
There was a scornful light in the eyes,
a dewy weight to their long lashes and a
deeper glow on either cheek, that drove
away the cold apathy which was the
great fault of her face, and transformed
IT.
keep that expression" he exclaimed.
1T is what have been wishing for. So
can you do ?"
The face did not change nor the color
die out.
ut holds WE'LL" he added directly.
II need only hold one thought, and no
other expression will come" she replied.
Unconsciouslv he was becoming inter
ested in the girl. Models he had had be-
fore. some profes sional, some like her
amateurs. unframed and ignorant-but not
like her III any other particular. Others
had come and gone with scarcely word
between them, but here was case which,
without his violation was working its way
into his deepest sympathies. Who was
she ? What was her life? What her
troubles?
One day, in an interval of rest, he left
the room, and returning suddenly and
noiselesslv, saw her standing at the open
window. her hands clasped upon the raised
sash. her forehead resting upon them, and
the wistful golden eyes turned with the
most intense longing to the faraway blue
above. She did not see for second that
he stood at her side, then starting. said
very softly. as if replying:
"Oh, so homesick for Heaven ~ There
were sudden, unconscious tears, then a
vivid flush overspreading cheek and brow
as she turned back to the work.
The world is not good enough" he
said, lightly; lis that it?''
oh" she answered with a long drawn
sigh. there are times when this mortal
coil chokes and stiles one then long
for escape"
He looked, as SO often of late, verv
kindly, but with world of inquiry into
the fathomless eyes, but she did not, as
so frequently, answer with involuntary
speech their silent query.
| His fanciful brain had woven about the
reserved young model a web of sad but
delicate romance. and though their con-
versations had been frequent and her i'm
pulsive remarks had often surprised and
interested him. never one word of her
history had been disclosed. He did not
even know her name. tor that second day,
when he had asked in careless. bust
ness way, she had hesitated and colsred
evidently she did not wish to give her
own and had no substitute ready: prob
ably had never thought of it, and he with
instructive delicacy. had added quickly:
''Oh. well, it makes little difference
will call you in my register. 'Ariadne,
the first picture for which you posed
"She is some poor young creature who
has left home. and married against the
wishes of her people," he often said to
is her invalid. and she finds her idol clay"
Why this fancy should have possessed
him it was impossible to say, but once he
hitusciA WdAiuR ONcE tue
brute" and thinking how lilly he mus,
use her.
One beautiful spring morning, three
weeks after her first appearance at the
studio. she did not come, and he waited
nervously. impatiently. through all the
three hours, not leaving for one moment
lest she should come and 90 away. In
quite bad humor he went out for awhile
at noon, but returned sooner than usual
with that curious sensation of anticipation
and expectancy that, with some. Away.
precedes an unusual event. He could moi
settle to work; he was restless. excitable
his ears seemed to be strained to catch
some approaching sound. About O'Clock
! a quick. shutting step was heard near the
door. and without waiting. he sprang ut
and threw it wide; it seemed to be wha
; he had listened for.
.'She-she-yer model, say he mighty
bad off. She can't come"
''She? who is she?''
Eyer model"
"Where does she live?"
30 long with u.s.
, "And who is sick?'
Him she taks care Nv"
. Ashleigh Carr locked uncertain mo
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