Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1886-02-06

itely dear to my heart. shall pray for YOU
success There are plenty Of women meeker
make happy, and who in their turn would
make you happier than ever could have done
tosesse lonely
! part In bitternessr'
She moved towards him, but he turned from
| her. saying bitterly:
You could bear with my moods well enough
III this rich fool of a cousin came back from
went on:
III you marry him, may you be as miserable
| as would nave made you happy!
There was pause. beauty IN his cage ran
sacked ,s his seed TIN for hemp Reginaid gazed
| eyes; then he said brokenly:
"Good-bye-and goodbye for ever!'
And no morSe" She asked, her voice tremb
NO morer' he answered, tearing his eyes
away from her and moving to the door. He
opened it, and then turning back quickly
dashed something violently on the table. The
next moment, not only the room door but the
/ deed.
Miss Beilward opened the small case he had
hung with such violence upon the table, and
saw there. repOsing on a bed OF white satin, q
cross to wear at the neck-a cross of roses carved
In ivory. About it was strip OF paper on which
| was written "ROses to the Rose!' She knew
that he was skiIlful in carving, and that this
gift had been the loving labor of his lands
taken cut of time that be could i'll afford to
spared and as she gaZed the hot tears crowded
| into her eyes, and her life to come looked gray
and empty as winter sea, without sail upon 1t
| or gull above it. The birds song seemed to
lacerate her brain; and she did what every
woman in trouble does: she went to her bed
room, cast herself upon her bed, and cried as if
her heart would break.
IL Is u curious habit that women have OF taxi
ing their troubles at once to bed. 1t seems to be
their one aDd only resource. A woman takes
her trouble lying, while a man, If he can, al-
ways takes 1t walking. But take it how we may,
that is bitter hour when We seem to be clos
ing, to open 1t never again, the thrilling book
romance-for, after ali. youth means only the
power to enjoy dramatically.
should closer
May sunshine. 1t is what may be called the
trivialties of grief which makes the pathos OF it.
The heart of the trouble is tragic, and tragedy
is never pathetic.
As Reginald was storming ON through the
London streets, toward the quarter of the town
In winch he had his rooms, he was encountered
by bohemian acquaintance, pipe in month
a clever fellow, destined one day to make his
mark, though now clad in clothes decidedly the
worse for wear. He gripped Reginald By the
hand and thus accosted him:
ot Heart alive, man! What swell you are!
YES" replied Reginald "and only Just in
time to catch the train!' and he hurried on, in
no mood tor talk.
When I'm going spreeing," meditated the
other, 81 hope shall look more like it!'
III was true that, Tor him, LOnghurst was quite
swell. For the occasion which was to have
uccu sO ltSUNe, the OIQ rusty velvet shooting
jacket was replaced by carefully brushed,
tightly-htting trOck coat. The disrepusable
and comfortable wide-awake had given place
to the uncomfortable but respectable chimney
pot. The truest humOr has just a suspicion of
pathOS, the truest pathOS has Just a SUSPICION
of humOr in it; and there was something surely,
very sad and just a little funny in the idea OF q
man putting on his most respectable clothes to
receive such a blow as this man had-thOush in
way it was one which he himself had seemed
to court.
Arrived at his quarters he assumed his old
work-a-day coat; and turning to his pipe, as a
began to smoke and to walk up and down.
He had lost her! lost her through his own
violent jealousy! and the thought wrung his
heaft so that he grOaned and Swore.
AS the day wore on Reginald tried to work:
but 1t was no good; he even forgot what the
thing was he meant to do. In those days life
was a hard fight with Longhurst; he did the
Illustrating for some of the cheap papers; also
he did the reviewing for some of the weeklies;
and by these means just managed to get along
in the present, and hoped for better THINKS in
the future. The apartment which served him
for study, studio, and bedroom was a veritable
This room was in a tall, shabby house standing
in \ shabby street. Feet tramped up and down
stairs; bells rang; somewhere baby squalled
prolOngedly and painfully; all these things he
noticed, and they all seemed to him fraught
with special significance. AT length he cook
up his hat and set his lace westward. Alter
walking some distance he stopped before a
handsome house, the door of which was opened
by stately footman, of whom Reginald in
lie
"Mr. Fullerton was at home" the man re-
Piled but be was at work in the studio"
know. Just tell him that Mr. Longhurst
wishes to see him.
The man disappeared, and swiftly returning.
workshop this! The walls of it were hung
with cOstliest tapestries, the floor strewn with
Persian rugs. In different corners stood won
0erful antique vases, from some of which great
lilies bloomed. The room was peryaded with
the scents of latakia and coffee; and moving
the spirit of the place, Edward Fullerton,
very dear to the heart of esthetic London
He was tall and slight, with long fair hair,
brown eyes, yet he was known to be q sharp
hand at a bargain. Between these two men
who were close friends, there could hardly
nave been a greater contrast, the one every
inch OF him the practical workman, the other
ever inch the useless esthetic. Still they
ested Longhurst, whose strong manliness in
turn stimulated the other.
whats the matter?' asked Fullerton, in the
softest of voices. when the door had closed
1" You look even wilder than usual! Besides I
thought you were going to take holiday With
your young woman, as you cali hero
Broken off?' asked Fullerton with genuine
Yes, that's it. We quarreled about some
thing, and l told her to GO Then after a
pause, and something like gulp, 'she went;
There was silence for some time Then Full
shoulder:
You must live for art?''
In reply to which Reginald id art and
got up, saying, Nv ell, I'll be off now! / thoupht
l q just look in to let you have the news. I'm
not company yet for any man. Good bye. Look
you up soon again." and with pressure OF
hands they parted.
Getting in every body's way, Reginald wan
oereo almiessIy about the London streets.
hen IL was evening q sudden faintness re-
minded him that he had eaten nothing all .iay
long, SO he went into the bar parl0rs OF a
bread and cheese and beer. This simple meal
over, he hlled his pipe and called for whisky
aud water, and there he sat smoking and
again and yet again having his glass re-
a lover as this, is there? None at ali: he is as
unromantic as the pipe in his mouth, as the
glass OF spirits at his elbow as unron,antic as
any OF the horsey gentlemen who share the
room Wild mime and who look sometimes,
without being noticed by him. at the man
situng there with the dark scowling brotws
smoking hafd and drinking steadily with
out TN process seeming in any way to lessen
his gloom.
The floor Of the parlor was strewn with fine
shav1ngs, and hencefOrth their smell will
always recall TO him the desolation of thaf
night. From out the clouds of tobacco raised
from many pipes. her fair face seemed to float
ana look at MIN; and he heard again aer
voice, SO apPallinSly quiet passing sentence
alter his mad outbreak of Jealous rage AT
the same time hi. ear registered all the Sounds
going on around him, the hammering of
glasses on the table by customers desirine In
nave them reflled-the frequent demands at,
the bar TOR ''fOurs OF Scotch whisky" .gf,es
OF GIN" and such like. and the eternal query
OF, well, old man, what shall it be?'' hen
the tavern boosted club, and IL happened to
be club-night, and from an adjoining room
came many q shout aud many q music-haII
duty, the chorus being given with true British