New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-09-22

she answered, recovering herself. "a
sudden faintness, the room Is close
perhaps. am better now
And what do you thing of Queen
Eleanor and Fair Rosamond?" he
asked, thinking only Of what she
would say.
''What do l think" with an elo-
quent gesture. '1Why, that it is grand.
1t will make you famous. / am so
glad for your sake, Ralph, for love
YOU
my God! What are you saying?"
cried the astonished artist. Miss
Wllnot-Cathie, are you mad?"
mo; but shall be if I go longer
without telling you my feelings" she
answered, sinking into chair. "Wait,
do not speak; hear me out. I have
loved you from the first; you did not
know it, but l tell it to you nov; and
I feared lest you might think my
wealth should stand between us. But
tell me truly, Ralph, now that you
know love you, are you glad,"
She raised her Cleopatra-like eyes to
his, and stretched out her white hands
entreatingly. And there was a great
anguish in his face as he took one of
the talr hands in his, and his voice
trembled and shook as if he had stood
at the grave OF a friend, as he said:
"Cathie, dear Miss Wilmot, would
to God you had never told me this.
| shall never be happy again. -"
She grasped his shoulders with both
hands, and gave him glance that he
never forgot. "Then you cannot love
me. You are not free. have spoken
too late. Oh, God, that Iwere dead!"
and she buried her face in her hands
while her form shook like sobbing
child's.
"Cathie, forgive me. would rather
have died than wounded you," said
Ralph, feeling that he must say some
thing to comfort her, and deeply hurt,
for her sorrow. "You are dear
friend. 1 prize you highly. Forget
this folly, and let us be friends as of
DID,"
ooh, Ralph. Hove you too deeply
for that. It cannot, cannot be-.
She staggered to her feet, and went
across the room to the picture. Her
face was pale as death, but the rigid
lines about her mouth were firm as
iron.
SIS it true Ralph, can it be that she
won your heart? Yet | need not ask.
You have painted your heart into the
canvas. The light Of victory shines in
that soft, tair face. And she could
win you, when L"
At this moment the door opened,
and into the sunlit room, making it
seem still brighter, came the golden
haired model-Fair Rosamond.
"My wife!" exclaimed Ralph sey.
mour proudly, introducing her.
Miss Wilmot grasped her hand and
kissed her. "You are very sweet and
l think you are worthy OF him. He is
noble and good, may you both be
very happy"
Without another word, without
even saying good-by, she went from
the room.
"Why. how stra nge she isl" exclaim-
ed Barbara. "Did you notice how
queenly she acted, Ralph"
"She was always strange," answered
the husband, who was busy just then
sorting some other prints. "All these
rich ladies have queer manners, but
she has been a good friend to me"
They never saw her again. She was
too proud to remain in the city, and
soon they learned that she had made
Paris her home. By and by there
came letter from her to Barbara, a
letter full of love and tenderness, ask
ing kindly after her husbands success
and fame. So she did not forget
them. And they spoke often Of her
and the old time, and one twilight
evening Ralph told his wife ofwhat had
passed between them at that time.
II cannot blame her; how can I,
Ralph" murmured Barbara, kissing
dim fondly on the lips. "And can
hardly believe that you did not love
her just q little" with roguish look
in her eyes. II do hope she is not un-
happy. 1t would hardly seem right
for us to be so happy if she were mis-
cradle"
And ever after from that night there
went up prayer from the heart of
the wife for the welfare of the imperial
beauty whose heart was so sad among
the gayeties and splendors of the city OF
the world. There was no jealousy in
that innocent, happy heart, and when,
few months later, a littlegolden- haired
daughter came to bless the married
pair, it was Barbara who named the
little one Cathie.
The Money-Malxing Passion.