The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1885-07-25

hours OF idle dreaming on the banks
of the river; no more dallying with
brush or pencils; no more bold sketch
ing OF this or that picturesque spot.
The artist in Grant Clayton slept; the
man was wooing with all his powers,
the dark. eyed heiress of Leighton.
Once, as she allowed him to row her
down the river, he pointed out the
spot on which he lay and listened to
her song.
81 thought of all the old legends-of
the sirens that sung men to death, and
the German Lorelei," he said; ''but the
chain fell on me in that hour, too. |
have been under spell of enchant-
ment since. Is it one which will end in
death for me, | wonder?"
The girls eyes softened, as they went
dreamily over the waters, and her lips
became tremulous.
ooh, do not say such things to men'
she pleaded; they are so hard to
bear. When you-you joined in my
song that day-you remember it u
thought you were-were another. All,
heaven, how We have drifted, you and
l."
'FInto something new and strange,
but sweet as a dream of the Lotus
eater" he said softly, laying his hand
on hers.
She drew her hand from him, with a
shiver.
"Let me tell YOU" she said. II
called you Rex that day. You have
never asked for whom mistook you. +"
81 did not think to ask. Was it not
a friend ?"
ga friend? All, no! "a lover-the
man who-who is to be-my hus-
band :"
Startled and white he sat there,
looking at her fixedly, half-despairing-
ly. She gave him one swift glance,
then shrank back, look of keenest
sufferingon her face. At last he broke
the silence.
at WAS the song of the Lorelei,
them!" he said, bitterly.
But that was all.
A wave of color burned transiently
in her face; her hands trembled.
81 can say nothing to YOU" she
faltered. 'lDo not think me weak or
or wicked. Only-only it is some
times too late when we learn to read
our own hearts"
"Wasit so with you?" he questioned,
his lips very white.
She bent her head and a sob broke
from her.
ooh, do not remain here" she cried.
go away; 60 back to your world-to
your work He is noble and true, and
and he loves me'
"God help us bothw the young man
prayed, reading the full meaning OF her
words.
Then he lifted the oars, and shot
the boat shoreward. As it touched
the bank, he sprang from it.
Farewell, Inez," he said, simply.
And in a moment the trees had hid
den him from her.
Five years later, a party of strang-
galleries of st. Petersburg, and halted
before one picture.
"Inez," somebody called, "come
here! This is surely your face on the
canvas. Who can have painted it ?"
A stately, dark-eyed woman obeyed
the summons, and turned deadly pale
as she gazed.
at is masterpiece" somebody
cried.
But she did not heed, did not hear.
She had gone back to that sunset
hour, which hand she knew had por-
trayed here. Her own voice echoed
about her as it had that day, until an
other took up the strain, and mingled
with its sweetness a stronger melody.
She almost felt the last red touch of
sunshine on her face, as it lay in the
picture; for, as she had gone idly
through it that summer day, so he had
painted her-the man who had loved
her, whom she had sent from her.
Drifting" he had called it.
And the dark eyes OF Inez filled as
she looked at the calm face of the girl,
who, she told herself, had died long
since, leaving a woman, sad and sor-
rOw-wOrn, in her place.
She found his name-Grant Clayton
and with hand that trembled,
penned him line.
II remain week in thecity If you have
not forgotten an old friend, | will be glad to
see you at"
Here followed the address.
An hour after he received her note
he stood before her with outstretched
hand, and face which the years had
hardly touched in passing.
81 knew how great folly | COM
mltted III coming here and looking on
your face again" he said to her; "but
| could not help it came. In an
hour we will again bid each other fare
|
sight OF yourface, sound OF your voice,
touch of your hand did not mean
to say this to you," he broke off, sud
denly; "but for five years have been
as the starving, as one dying of thirst
The draught may have much bitter
ness in it, but twill cool my fevered
lips. As for that other, to whom you
belong"
She lifted her shakinghand to silence
him.
"My husband has been dead two
years" she said softly.
Grant uttered low cry.
and for two years you have been
free! Why did | not know Why
did You not send me word to come to
you? Did you forget? Did you not
want me?"
Her eyes fell, and the laces rose
hurriedly over her heart.
81 did not know you would care to
come"
ooh, Inez! Butnow-now that fate
has brought us together? VIII we
part again, my beloved ?"
Not unless you will it So" she
whispered. Il loved you them |
strove against it, God knows But |
have loved you ever sincel"
Cheating Bees.
from the Detroit Free Press
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ceeded in earning place in history