The Dillon tribune., 1886-01-23

Tha. evening she dinad out. AT the table
were several persons who worshipped art, and
Eucenias cheek burned as she heard the
nraise bestowed ON the new sculptor
and the great future prophesied for him.
Had she, after all, been wrong: Would it
not have been better to have followed the
mandates Of her heart: Had sh. not been
weak and mercenary: No matter; 1t was
| too late now to repent. Poor Gerald! Sh,
must Sc, this wonderful image Of herself.
| EARLY the next morning, quietly dressed
ami veilei, she Went alon, to Burlington
| House. Like many Others. she stood trans
fixed by the beauty and grace Of her proc.
! type; but, unlike others, she knew the mean
ing OF the staSu,, knew the mute reproach
| it con nveyed, knew whv the marble foot
trod upon those particular flowers. She
had never told him til, fate Of his bOyish
gift. bus Gerald had often and often re-
called the first meeting with her. Eugenia's
hear swcliei as she remembered his brave
words and confidence in tinlsclf-how sure
be felt of success He had, indeed, sue
ceeded, but th, iirst great work from his
hands was a merlento OF his love for
faithless wOman-herself.
Sir Ralph Norgate. her impending mar
| riage, her brothers disdain and the worlds
sneers were forgotten as she gazed on that
reproaching figure wrought by the man she
loved, but did not love enough. Tears were
in her eyes. Shs might have stool for an
hour bee Less of all save her sad thoughts
hal not the mention of Gerald Leigb's name
brought her lack to the fact that she was
rrounded by people,
Two gentlemen were a. her side. They
were talking Of the work and the sculptor.
One of them sne Hnew. He was q lord, fa.
nous fer his love OF art and encouragement
Of rising ARTISTS
"1tried to buy it, ne sald, ''but found II
was not for SALE"
Commercially spsaking," said his COM
panion, ''it is as we'll you cannot buy it."
''Whv: The man must go to the top OF
his profession"
Il think not. Indeed, my belief Is he viii
do little more. / have inquired about him.
He does ! ,S live the life genius must live.
in these days, If he wants to succeed"
II am sorry to hear 1t" said Lord --,
moving away.
Miss Herbsrt left the Academy with ar
echo OF Gerald's ext:avagant ,atement that
life cr death hung upon her love sounding
in her ears. The conversation she had over
heard distres sed her greatly. The thought
that her treachery had ruined a ill.,
| full o. promise would not Le dismissed
She spent a most miserable day, and it,
misery was not dimin.sael by the truth,
which sho could no lon r,r conceal from he,.
ssif, that she still loved Gerald. She loved
him more than ever. Too late! Too late!
And Eugenia Herbert wept, as many others
have wept, that the past could not be un-
| done.
| Sir RALPH Norsate anl James Herbert
dinet that day at Mrs. Cathcarts. Tteir
society was little comfort To Eugenia. She
felt now that she hat,l her lover-hatsd
his petite, hollow soceoy ways AMI exprss.
sions-ha.cl that bias, loox which 50 often
settled on his face She hal never carel
for him. Their lovs making had been OF q
frigid kind-not, be it said, by Sir Rslph's
wish. He was proud of, and perhaps really
fond of the beautiful girl he had bought: so
It was scarcely fair that Eugenia should
compare hls polite wooing with that Of the
impassioned boys, which rocked no obsta.
cles-heeded no consequences Oh, if Cor
aid were q baronet and rich!
| Miss Herbert at that moment hated her
brother. Bitterly rs she blamed herself,
| she felt that some: hing he had said, done or
designed had induced her to refrain from
answering Gerald's letter. If only sh, had
to decide again.
| Her bitter thoughts made it impossible for
hor to sit out the dinner. Very soon she
| pleaded headache ani went to her own room
to resume her sell-revilings Shs made no
further attempt to Danish Gerald from her
thoughts. She lived again every moment
she had spent in his company--heard again
every word OF Wild love--felt his hand close
ON hers-his lips press her own--and shud.
dered as the dismal words Life or DEATH"
seemed echoing through her ears. If SHE
could undo the past!
| 1Vhs. ~Dtl ll>
her. What hindered her to, save the false
gods to whom she hal bent! She was still
le rally FRYE. Gerald was in the same town.
Why should she heed her friends. Why
trouble as to what p,oplc would think or
say! BY one bold step she could right
everything. II o-morrow-nay, this very
hour-she weat to q rald AID bade him tax !,
her and hold her agalus; all she knew he
would do 81. He would forgive. 10 HIM
her action would not sesm bold or unmalti-
enly. In his eye' she woul rank as high as
ever; and what matter; the rest! To-mor-
row they might bc miles away, and the
bliss of icing G,rald's wife might we'll COM
pensate for what people wouil say about
her conduct. She h,rsc.f could forget all.
save that she was now boun forever to the
man she loved.
She would do ii. With feverisa imua-
tience She th'w or hr rich dre;s an
wrapped h"r=elt in Il rlain coax She put
on the .l',ts,c'; hat she coud find. stole
down stairs, an was oua of the house be-
fore second thoughts had time to brin. ir.
resolution. Her neat beat wildly. She
hailed cab AMI wa, driven t. Nelson
ssulioA On tle wa; she remembered j.
was All unlikely hour to till an artist in his
studio, but. nevertheless. now she hal set
out, resolved to complete her journey.
She walked quicklr to Ge-ald's door
She knocked softly. bu5 met with no rc-
sconse She dare( D,t wait longer outside
The pictured con sequences of her rash act