The Penn's Grove record., 1888-12-15

But his work lives after him. II
may stlll win Tho price,
Roy felt e. II tbs voice came frou
without, and turned and looked about
him. He NV the rollsd up Dicsur,
lying on the table, and thought thert
could b. no harm In taxing q mort
look. He stretched it upon the easel
and gazed at It with envy and delight.
After Ill. it would harm no one hi
thought. 4 would have done anythini
for hlm-livin2. ! would not have
deserted HIM on Q barren Island Of
thrown him to wolvesi l. would mol
save myself In any way ct his expense
But now, IL Lean save myself without
inluring HIM, why not7,
And then commenced one OF thost
unseen battles on the battle ground ol
tho human heart, where no banner
WAVE nor trumpet sounds tell Of victorl
mo muflad drum Of defeat, but where
tks destlnics Of souls are Outlines de.
OF ID. and all ID lost or won for time
and etornityl
So thrse days passed, and mi day
impeiled By an irresistable force, RoJ
turned Into the street where Lang had
his humble room. But as he reached
the corner be saw . coffin borne ont,
and turned shudderingly away. It wa
all over, then. He could do his friend
no harm, oven II be won the prize
through hfmi
Roy painted no more his Ineffective
pictures. Each day he gloated instead
over the magical i8Iand, with It's wind
swept ferns, its lambens skies and
luminous air. Each day he looked
Into the blue eyes Of the island queen,
and felt assured OF has own triumph.
n was q timerof fever and unsost till
the u whep. e.6d In z
fra icaS lie very last frame,
be sem. picture to the judges and
sat do wait. He pawned his
watch ~ lived upon the proceeds
while waited. He did not sleep
well al more, his old buoyancy had
He took q step forward. There was
time, and be would AVE himself yet.
WHAT matter IL chaos came afterWardy
He would have done his duty. But
how could he face those ranks q spec
tators and tell his crimap He fsItered
and fell back-it r- too lata. He
heard q hum Of voices. Some one was
speaking, but he could not distinguish
the words he did not know till some
one ppsh9lt him farward. and : voice
said In bid {
Look We, old fellowi It is your
name thl5 ere calling. Your picture
has taken me prize, and no wonder.
How you have Hlossomed out. It's no
more your old seyle-'
Roy felt hfmsal IL pushed over toward
The platform. Was there no help?
He inxds8 4rong effort to speak as
he met the smiIi pg faces on every hand.
1T Is not mia he managed to say
There Is q N sts} Ike
a great burden seemed to roll away
from him ut these words. He could
lift his Ne among his
fellow longer q per
"a mur.. - sIuo. What
did it all ml r~ofessors stared
ut him and er.
What dol hen? Why are
you hereY ter of Miranda
come f0rwal the price,
YOU'RE Eng Hou my boy one
of his felloM House, ali sild, on meeting
him the morrer at the houidecislon. Anu
Whist has bel all that farItur chumP He
was always Nof Isaac II Has he sailed
away like thisang to PERI on q puff OF
sind d. / th0asssF s9fRas painting f0'
80 he was, stammereI r ~, with a
iush on his face, but sickness
and
s%Y0ur place, messieurs.' cried q 8 ern
Voice, and Roy felt relieved.
\ He was trembling, nevertheless. He
telt giddy, - o who stands on tie
verge OF . precipice. He stood by a
window and could catch q glimpse of a
blue sky, and ono 1eecy, wind swep
cloud. Could any one look down from
those shining battlementsY he wondered
with . vague shiver. Could one know
tho griets and Joys, the temptations
and tIinmphs Of those left behIndf His
head seemed In q whirl, IS II y hundred
wheels were turning there. He longed
to stop 1t all for Q moment that he
might think.
Roy shnddered. From what pale
ranks Of disemDodied spirits would they
back the artist o. The prizef
IL VIII explain. ne began.
lips, for before him, pale. gaunter than
ever, hollow eyed, purple Tipped, With
slow and waverIng steps, he saw his
friend appear.
II am herer a hollow voice said near
\ was Ill, % my friend sent
the picture Tor me.
Roy heard no more. The excitement