River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1886-11-25
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gradually his name was growing in
favor with the public.
| Suddenly, however, Pauline observed
a change in him the ewes OF love were
not TO be deceived. He spoke less; his
smiles were constrained. as if his
thoughts were absent; and frequently
she found him lost in deep, sad reverv
! What was the reason? She feared she
OWNED 1t, but trembled to have it con-
/ firmed
One morning. CHANGING to turn over
some papers on Cyrils table while he
was away, she came upon photo
| graph of a girl about nineteen. She
was charmugly pretty with large
brown eyes, light hair, nd petulant.
provoking mouth.
| 1t is shel' exclaimed Pauline
Maurier, with a gasp. and an awful
/ chill about the heart. cit is this girl
he loves heri ! do not like the
face; it bespeaks vanity and selfish
ness"
! 1t was the criticism of rival.
Replacing the photograph she went
with her great grief to her own room.
Ga hearing Cyrii Hargreave return she
assembled, having TO see him on bust
ness; that done, standing at his side by
the table, she found the likeness aud
said
"Who is this. Cyril? She has a
/ pretty countenance.
She spoke indiiferently but painfully
was she interested. She saw The blood
| fly to his cheek, she heard his confused,
stammering voice as he replied,
"That?-how came it there? lit
| is nothing Only Miss Rose Arm
royd, whose father gave me my last
commission.
Cyril. said Pauline. quietly, why
have you broken your promise to me?
| 1t IS unfair"
What do you mean, dearest?'' he
asked. not looking at her.
That this young lady has arisen be-
tween you and me. You love her?
Lover he repeated. "No-no not
that. / admire. Her father has been
very kind Pauline, he added
/ passiona ely, dear Pauline, you mis-
take; do YOU think could be untrue to
one to whom | owe evervthing?"
No she said. but you give to
me, gratitude-tn her. love. 1t is
natural aud no fault of yours
! In vain he protested, pleaded; she
had read the truth. though his earnest
ness forced her to conceal it.
Very well. she remarked. Let US
say no more now dear Cyril. We Will
speak of it another time.
/ He would vet have argued Kindly
she checked him and he believed at
| last he had convinced her.
| The next morning. on coming rather
| late into his studio, his eye rested up
on letter lying on the table. 1t was
| from Pauline Maurier and addressed to
! him, He tore it open, then with Il cry
| dropped into a chair. The letter ram
| DEAREST CYRIL:-1ou find that |
was correct-you the reverse. The
| barrier which pointed on; as existing
/ to oar union are too strong for you to
/ beat down. | give no blame to YOU.
as | love you too truly to demand such
a sacrifice. Ny happiness consists in
I yours. though may not share it at
your side. Wed her whom YOU love;
! but may not remain near to witness
| her happiness. Nav her at
lection equal mine! Nav your fame
/ be as dear to her as il Is TO mel May
I oAlC SUIT NOu III Jul US pBeAAtph hOCNo
encouragement and support! | i'm
4 plore Heaven sac may give il, for you
I are at that point when the next few
years will make or mar YOU, dearest.
/ Oh! if you care for me. let it be the for
mer! On my knees pray you for my
/ sake To work and become the great
sculptor | have propheSied! FAREWELL
/ Heaven bless YOU, my darling, and do
not think blame you.
/ Yours, in fond memory.
! PAULINE MAURIER.
1 Cyril flew to the writer's sitting
room The door stood opeu-a small
card was in the window. Pauline had
gone. He sought the landlady; she
confirmed his surmise. She had de-
parted early that morning-thc woman
| did not know whittier
Returning to his studio. Cyril give
way to passionate self-upbraiding the
very fierceness of which proved its du-
ration. Soon a jog crept into his heart
| that Pauline owned herself that he
was not to blame, and Rose Armroyd
might be his.
Nevertheless. he strove to discover
the runaway, during which his work
fell behind.
This will never do. Why did she
leave me?' he exclaimed. returning TO
his occupation.
A twelvemonth later he had married
Rose Armroyd.
-Four years passed. During the first
Cyril 5 name appeared frequently in
the newspaper articles. Next year
they occurred less. The next and next
they were entirely absent.
Painfully the truth fell upon Pau
line Maurier.
He must be savcd!' she exclaimed
one day
This woman he has welded does
not understand him. He is dear, T
than kin to me. He must be aroused. =
The next morning Pauline Maurier
was in London; hut to find Cvrii Har-
greave was difficult. At the places
where he had previously obtained
commissions they knew nothing OF
him He had either dropped them, or
they him, owing TO work being never
completed to time, or executed in
sloveulv manner.
Finally Pauline Maurier applied 10
her friend the sculptor, where she got
some news. Cyril IIargreave had
made one or two failures, owing ap-
parently to care'essuess. The sculp-
tor feared he had not been making
much lately. He knew he lived some
where in N street.
Pauline Maurier. with that clew de-
parted. The street W 5 poor aud
mean. After applying at numberlcss
doors. she was successful. \ slattern-
" servant said the gentleman lived
there on the third floor, but made no
offer to show the visitor up, so she
assembled alone and knocked.
A voice babe her enter. She did so
and found herself in the sculptor stu
do. But how different from the one
she had made for him! Poor. neglect
ed; was this the fame she had predict
ed for her love?
Tears were in her eyes, her heart.
when She heard a voice from e inner
room demanding who was there: She 4
approached the open door. and a cry /
escaped her lips as she beheld, stretch /
ed on wrctched pallet, Cyril Har- I
greave. his handsome face worn. hag-
gard, attenuated it seemed to death.
Cyril she cried, and unable TO re- /
sist the impulse, rushed forward. fall /
ing on her knees by the bed. iu which 4
she buried her face. and bursting into (
passionate sobs-"Oh. Cyril. my dear.
She wept, do | find you thus?'
Her name, uttered in joyful surprise, /