The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-11-12

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ed on the glittering yellow sands,
eFame versus 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 that stood
out, he said, hoarsely:
"Choosem
For a second she hesitated; then,
slowly, came. the answer:
81 accepted Mr.. Hovey's offer.
this morning. am to sail in
week"
Spurning her hand from him, Ed
win Bennett cried out, hoarsely:
"God forgive you! l cannotp
Then, without another word, he
turned and left her.
A faint cry of edwin" escaped
her lips as her arms were held out
imploringly toward him. Then
they fell to her side, and she, too,
turned and went slowl y across the
sands in the opposite direction. II
he had looked back and seen those
outstretched arms how different
their life might have been; but no,
he plodded augrily along the shore,
glancing neither to the right nor
the left. Little by little the waves
crept up and Love was drowned,
while Fame still stood out bold and
clear upon the yellow sands.
X
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 be-
come an artist of renown. Even
royalty had been pleased to com
pliment her upon her art.
For the last month one of Helen
Armstrong; paintings had been on
exhibition at the Academy of De
sign, and crowds had been drawn
thither to see this last work of the
celebrated artist. The subject was
simple, nothing new, and yet visi
tors returned again and again TO
look at it.
1t was the last day of it's exhibit
ton, when a lady and a gentleman,
the gentleman leading little girl
of perhaps three years by the hand,
passed into the room where the
painting hung.
ooh! isn't it too bad there is such
a crowd; 1 wanted to see it," ex-
claimed the lady, to which the gen
tleman replied:
"We will lock at the other pic
lures first and come back again;
perhaps there will not be such
crowd then"
An hour or so later the lady and
gentleman returned; then the room
was almost deserted, except for a
few strangers here and there. 1t
was just about time to close the
gallery.
For a few moments they stood in
silence before the painting; then q
little voice said:
"Baby want to see too, papa"
STOPPING down the gentleman
raised the pretty, daintily dressed
child in his arms. After gravely
regarding the picture for a second,
the little one asked:
''Iz gay mad papa?"
81 am afraid one was pet" came
the low answer, as Edwin Bennett
softly kissed the fair cheek of his
little girl. Then his gaze returned
to the picture.
A stretch of yellow sands, dotted
here and there by huge boHlders
and piles of snowy pebbles, against
which the overhanging cliffs looked
almost black. Gentle little baby
waves ripping in toward the shore,
while majestic purple-hued, silver
edged clouds seemed floating en-
masse toward the crimson barred
sun that flooded the sky and water
with it's warm light.
In the centre of the picture, where
the beach formed curve resem-
bling a horseshoe, was an old boat,
turned bottom upward; some few
feet of, the figure of a young man,
apparently walking hurriedly away.
Although the face was not visible,
the gazer felt that the man suffered;
that the glorious sunset was this
day as naught to him. Perhaps it
was in the tightly-clasped hand,
the veins of which stood out like
great COZ DIS; or, maybe, in the man
apparent total disregard OF the sur
roundings.
To the right of the picture was a
figure of a 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 delicately shaped
ear and a mass of glossy braids
showed from beneath the shade hat,
but one could readily believe that
the pretty girlIsh figure belonged to
an equally attractive face.
About half way between them,
traced upon the sands were the
words, "Fame versus Love-"
''Is it not lovely, Edwin" and
Mrs. Bennett laid her hand upon
her husbands arm as she added:
Yet how sad it somehow seems.
L can't help feeling sorry for them.
1 wish 1 could see their faces. l
feel as if wanted to turn them
round"
Clasping the little hand that rest
ed so confidingly upon his arm, Ed.
win Bennett inwardly thanked God
for the gift of his fair young wife,
as he said:
/ Come, dear, they are comm enc
ing to close up. Baby's tired. too,
"Ess, mes tired. Baby wants to
tiss mamma" lisped the child, hold
ing out his tiny arms.
/ Husband and wife failed to no
tice lady who stood near gazing
at painting. As the pretty young
mother stopped down to receive her
baby's kisses, which the little one
lavished on cheeks, lips and brow
q daaD vaarninU look gathered in