The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1885-10-14

! edged clouds seemed floating Ell masse to
ward the golden, crimson-barred SUN tina
| flooded the sky and water with its warn
light.
In the center OF the picture, where tn
beach formed a curve, resembling a horse
F! shoe, was an old boat, turned bottom up
ward: some few feet of. the figure o {
young man. apparently walking hurried!
away. Although the face was not visible
!: the azer felt that the nan suffered; tina
the glorious sunset was this day as naugh'
to lin. Perhaps it was in the tightly
clasped hand, the veins of which stood out
like great cords; or, maybe. in the man.
apparent total disregard OF his surround
ings.
To the right Of the picture was the figure
of a young girl, trailing q para'ol IN tn
| sand. as she appeared to move slowly il
the opposite direction from her companion
Only a little bit OF a delicat ely-shaped cal
and a mass of glossy braids showed o
beneath the shade hat, but one could
readily believe that the pretty girlish figure
belonged to an equally attractive lace.
About half way between them, traced
upon the sands, were the words, Fan
versus Love-"
sis it not lovely, Edwin" and Mrs
Bennett laid her hand upon her g
arm, as she added: =.
Yet how sad it somehow seems. l can
help feeling sorry for them. wish cou'o
see their faces. l feel 6 il | wanted TO 1urn
them round"
Casping the little hand that rested so
%confidingly upon his arm, Edward Benhett
inwardly thanked God for the gift OF his
fair young wife, as he said:
ssCnmo 6nar fhav are commencing 10
close up. Baby's tired, too"
"Ess, mes tired. Baby wants to tlss NAM
ma" lisped the child, holding out her tiny
arms.
Husband and wife failed to notice a lady
who stood near, gazing at a painting. Astne
pretty young mother stopped down to re-
ceive her baby's kisses, which the little one
lavished on cheeks, lips and brow. a deep,
yearning look gathered in the strange iadys
eyes and she turned hastily away.
"Oh, Edwin exclaimed his wife as they
passed the silent figure in black. "Wouidnt
it be nice if baby should grow up to be q
great artist like this Miss Armstrong"
God forbid, Annie" came the earnest re-
DIV. followed by 'let her grow up to be a
true loving woman, that is all | ask" The
lady's hand frightened its hold 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 az
she gazed, and with the words, 81 will never
look at it again." she, too, passed out Of
the building, and in her own handsome car
riage was driven home.
Scorn shone in her dark eyes as they fell
upon the costly works OF art scattered in
a Wish rroiusion about her luxuriously FUR
nished apartments. Hastily throwing aside
aer wraps, she crossed over to the mirror.
A very handsome face it reflected. Not
cooking the thirty years it had known.
Helen Armstrong-for it raj she-had
Of Edwin Benefits marriage. heard
hat he had succeeded in business beyond
his most sanguine expectations; heard that
1is wife was one of the 10 veliest and gentlest
Of women, and that Edwin Bennett dol
zed both wife and child. This day she had
'een them.
Then came the thought that she might
nave stood in hat wife's place; she, too.
night have had those baby lips pressed as
ovingly t. hers; but she had put it from
1.r. She had chosen Fame versus Love.
If she could only 60 back to that day on
the sands, how differently she would o
act.
Turning YEARLY away from the mirror,
she exclaimed:
"Too late. Helen Armstrong;. AS you
sown, 30 you must reap.