The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-03-11
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chance or Delng lOVeoE ue1lanueu ue,
repressing his anger.
aNone whatever, my fine fellow, as
thou dost not have purse In thy hand
and that full of sounding pieces"
Then, with another ringing laugh of
contempt, she entered the house.
Charmide remained an instant unde-
cided. after all, this insolent slave
does not perhaps truly represent the ideas
of her mistress. Who knows, but if only
I pleaded my cause in person, with the
enthusiasm of an ardent lover, that I
might touch her hearth" He resolved to
make the attempt at the first oppor-
tunity. So on his return to his house he
left the door ajar, so as to be able to hear
any movement on the other side OF the
street. 1t was not long before the sound
of a mans voice came from the street,
and the silvery ripple Of womans
laugh. He ran to the door just as the
rich woolen merchant was entering the
house opposite, and Chrysis was about
to follow him. The potter called. her by
name.
"What dost thou want? ?" said she.
Charmide was but an artisan, but he
was noble looking, and one could listen
to what he had to say.
II wish thee to love me-" responded
the young man, with boldness that sur
prised himself. II am not rich, and l
can not load thee down with rich orna-
ments such as that ridiculous parsonage
who lust entered the house has furnished
thee; but I am master Of my art, and
can model thy beautiful form so ex-
quisitely that it will be handed down to
posterity." "
Chrysis, who had at first listened with
indifference, now regarded him with
astonishment, and throwing back her
pretty head. without brains, broke into
loud laugh.
"Posterity!" said she, 4posterity! Those
who come when we are dead; the fine
affair. And who bothers themselves
with those who are not born?"
She laughed, showing her beautiful
teeth; the flower of her twenty years
bloomed on her amber checks, and all
her being expressed a simple abandon.
Charmide extended his arms; she re-
pulsed him with a sudden seriousness
and regard as hard as iron.
"Stop," said she, "do not dare to touch
me. Thou pretend to love me, and yet
expose me to the danger of losing the
benefits from this generous man."
ut is not for money that 1 wished thy
love- said Charmide with a somher air.
He went back and stood on the sill of
the door.
aThou art beautiful, Chrysis. I would
have nodded thy supple form, like a
sculptor, and preserved to those who
come after us the souvenir of thy Won
derful but heeting beauty. Thou refuse'
It is we'll. AS for me, l would be
ashamed to give thee gold when l had
something richer and nobler to offer. 1
dreamed of consecrating thy person to I'M
mortality, but since thou preferrest
gold"
"Gold! it is everything, since it brings
everything" exclaimed the young beauty,
assuming an air Of railery. Her Ian
guage was now like that of her servant.
aBring purse of gold this evening, and
will send away Giton for thee
Charmide made a gesture of disdain.
II do not want thee at any price, said
he, thee who prefers gold to everything
worth living for. Thou shalt live here
after in thy true character, and for thy
cupidity shall be punished in the eyes of
the world, everybody shall know that
thou lowest nothing but gold"
well, potter, what harm is there in
that" said the insolent beauty, angrily
closing the door.
Charmide returned to his court, took
another clay statuette of Chrysis, crush
ing the two arms in his hands trembling
with choler. Under his fingers the clay
soon took new form. An arm was bent
up under the bust, the other hand shak-
ing q wcll-filled purse, and the express
sion of the face changed from modesty
to audacity. There, now she is in her
true character" said Charmide, aloud.
"the woman who accepts the attentions
of the most ill-favored person if he only
possesses wealth. This brazen-faced
Chrysis shall live long after the rest of
us have crossed the StyX."
He spent the afternoon in remodeling
the figure, so absorbed in his labor that
he forgot to eat anything.
The rays of the declining sun began to
cover the walls of his house with cherry
red, when Nais stood before him with
foanning porringer.
What dost thou wish"
any mother sends thee dish of vege-
tables from our garden. Thou hast not
been out during the day, and must be
hungry. I have watched for thee. I
wished to know the success of thy Offer
ing to Chrysis."
"Thc result? there it is" said Char
mide, indicating the statuette.
ut is Chrysis," said the girl, "she is
very beautiful, but thou hast made her
very bold"
WSho l0yns nothing b1t 5rOld. she told