Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1885-04-11

A great. sunny, dust flecked studio
In cool white villa on the banks of
the Arnc. Lee Warrington was no
longer struggling artist; he had
advanced TO u position among the very
first painters of the day. And in his
heart he said that he owed his eventual
success to Ivy Glenn's refusal of him,
Otherwise, he might not have done az
he had-gone to Italy, and settled
himself down to his profession, working
early and late at IL, with the one con-
Stunning ambition-to find fame and
fortune And he hal found both.
The brush in his artist land had
proven q magician's wand, which turn.
ed all that he touched into Kold-like a
second Midas. He gazsd into his friend's
face now, with very little Interest In
his eyes, 40 he repeated the question
g." Who 10 she, Stockbridge Old or
young, or in that half light which lies
ust bet ween ?"
StOckbridge smiled half pttyingly.
Dear. dear So you have never
met la belle Americana. who Is turn
ing the heads of all the world, one may
say. But. then, Warrington, you are
so abs urdly happy here, and 60 persis-
tent In keeping out of the world, no
wonder you are not au fait TO outside
gossip. The lady Is young-not over
thi rty-and heauti:ul az Il dream Of the
tro pics. You may have kncwa her
once upon time, lou9i, Warning.
ton; she used 10 II We W your native city,
and was Miss Ivy G 'ena. She is now
the widow of Geree Hurstleigh, one of
ths merchant princes of Boston,
Ivy Glenn The name made Lee
Wnrrtrt Inn oto bat Ia
gether q pleasurable emotion 1t was
more like coming face to face with
something which We have consid cred
dead and out Of our way forever, and 10
its ghost suddenly cOnfronts us
This is Mr.. Warrin2ton's studio,
Mrs. Hurtsleigh," raid Stockbridge, az
he led the way into the pretty den,
hung with rare pictures, and sire vn with
bits of brio a brac, worth n small for.
tune, and there is Warrington him
self"
For moment she stood t1ers, the
loveliest creature the artist had ever
beheld In his life, in robe of black
velvet, with rubies at her throat. Her
sweet face had grown quite white, and
10 her eyes there was a look-what was
IL ?-love?
She came forward with both hands
Outstretched.
Some warning instinct made Stock.
bridge slip from the studio and leave
the two alone.
sob, Lee Lee % she cried, eagerly,
regret the past--I have always re
GREETED 1t. Let me come back to your
heart as Of old Lee Lee in all these
years have missed you SOL have suf-
fered 30. Tell me-"
The door Of the studio was pushed
open from without, aud a lovely, golden
haired girl OF six or seven years danced
into the room and bounded to Lees
side.
Papa pspa!" she cried, gayly,
may come, mayn't I? Mamma says
l must not"
Lee stopped and kissed the flower
like face.
"You must obey mamma always,
darling" he said, gently. "You and
mamma are dearer to ME than anything
else on earth. All, Bessie |" as sweet.
faced lady with soft brown eyes like q
doves, and golden brown hair, and q
delicate, high-bred face appeared upon
the threshold, "you are In search of
Birdie. Come In here, dear wish to
present an old friepd-Mrs. Hurtsleigh,
of New York"
And Ivy Hurtsleigh had her answer.
And she knew that her repentance, her
long cherished love, and this last hu.
initiation had all been in vain.