The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1885-11-07

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For a second she hesitated; then,
slowly came the answer:
Il accepted Mr.. Hovey's offer this
morning. | am to sail in a week
Spuruiug her hand from him, Edwin
Bennett cried out, passionately:
God forgive you | cannot :"
Then. without another word, he
turned and lett her
4 faint cry OF edwin" escaped her
lips, as 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 Ii he had looked
back and seen those Outstretched
armshOw different their life might have
been; but no, he plodded angrily along
the shore, glancing neither to the right
nor to 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.
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 become an artist Of renoWn.
Even royalty had been pleased to
compliment her upon her art.
For the last month one of Helen
Armstrong; paintings had been on ex-
hibitiCn at the Academy OF Design,
and crowds had been drawn thither
to see this last work OF the celebrated
artist The subject was simple, moth
ing new, yet visitors returned again
and again to gaze at.
1t was the last day OF its exhibition,
when a lady and gentleman, the gen
tleman leading a little girl OF perhaps
three years by the hand, passed into
the room where the painting hung.
cob isn't too bad there Is such a
crowd; ! wanted so to see it" ex-
claimed the lady; to which the gentle
man replied:
eve viii look at the other pictures
first and come back again; perhaps
there will not be such a crowd then
An hour or two later the gentleman
and lady returned; then the room was
almost deserted, except for few
stragglers here and there. 1t was lust
about time to close the gallery.
For a few moments they stood in
silence before the painting; then a. little
voice said:
"Baby wants 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
us gay mad, papa"
u 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
painting.
4 stretch OF yellow sands, dotted
here and there by huge boulders and
piles OF snowy pebbles, against which
the over-hanging cliffs looked almost
black. Gentle little baby waves rip
pling in toward theshore, while males
tic, purple-hued silver-ed clouds
seemed floating en- nlasse toward the
golden, crimsOn-barred sun that flood
ed the sky and water with its warm
light.
In the center of the picture, where
the beach formed a curve resembling a
horseshoe, was an old boat, turned
bottom upward; some few feet
off, the figure of q young man, apps ar
emily walking hurriedIy away. Al
though 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 hands, the veins OF
which stood out like great cords, or,
maybe, IN the mans apparent total
disregard of his surroundings.
To the right OF the picture was the
figure OF a young girl, trailing a para
sol IN the sand, as she appeared to
move slowly in the opposite direction
from her companion. Only a little
bit OF a 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 attract
i've face
About halfway between them,
traced upon the sands, were the words,
"Fame versus Love"
rs it not lovely, Edwin ," and Mrs.
Bennett laid her hand upon her hus-
bands arm as she added:
Yet how sad it somehow seems.
can't help feeling sorry for them; l
wish | could see their faces: [ feel as if
| wanted to turn them around"
Claspng the little hand that rested
so confdingly upon his arm, Edwin
Bennett lnwardly thanked God for the
gift OF his fair young wife, as he SAID:
Come, dear, they are commencing
to close up. Baby's tired, too"
"Ess, mes tired. Babywants to tiss
Mamma, lisped the child, holding out
her tiny arms.
Husband and wife failed TO notice q
lady who stOodnear, gazing at apaint-
ing. As the pretty young mother
stopped down to receive her baby 5
kisses, which the little one lavished on
cheeks, lips and brow, a deep, yearning
look gathered in the strange ladv's
eyes, and she turned hastily away.
% Edwin !" exclaimed his wife, as
they passed the silent figure IN black.
Wouldn't it be nice if baby should
grow up to be great artist like this
Miss Armstrong ?"
God forbid. Annie, " came the earn
est reply, followed by, Let her grow
up TO be a true. loving woman. that
Is all | ask" The lady's hand tight
ened shold upon the back OF a seTtee
as the words reached her ears. but she
did not move until they were out OF
sight. Then, lifting her veil, she went
and stood before the painting that had
won such fame Tears gathered in her
eyes as she gazed, and with the words
Il will never look at It again, - she.
too, passed ont Of the building. and in
her own handsomecarriage was driven
home.
Neorn shone in her dark eyes as they