San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-06-23

artist for good and all from her mind
Had she not plenty Of other things to busy
the capricious little omnium gatherum
that she called her mindf
els It really true that he Is so famousa'
Olive Clermont was the speaker, but
oh. how changed Pink checked and
T cherry Tipped still, with the roses and
cherries one buys In perfumer's shop at
so much per ounce, while blue circles out
lined the heavy eyes. and the lines of the
face were rigid and inelastic. Moreover,
her dress was no longer rich and fresh
and studded over with jeweled sparkles,
for the wealthy Moses Clerm mt Of old
was little better now than an impover'
ished gambler. and Olives fast fading
hopes of matrimony were on the wane.
Yet she still strove to smile and look
prettily artless-what other hope was
there for hers
Really true" Mr.. Almond answered.
with smile; land not that only, but for
tunate in pecuniary view, having inner
tied the large fortune of an uncle in the
West Indies Art is now a mere pastime
with him."
How delightfully."- romanticl" sighed
Olive. remembering, with a pang of self
reproach, the old Irritation in the warm
lights Of the studio. 1--WE used to be
great friends once. shall be so charmed
to meet him once again.
Rupert Cecil rich, Rupert Cecil at the
Top Of flames pinnacle, and she Miss Cler-
mont still Things had not worn pre-
cisely this aspect ten years ago.
Her heart gave little nervous pulsa-
ton as the stately, web remembered head
lowered high above the shifting throng
that filled Lady Castleton's rooms Would
he remember herr Olive Clermont be.
lieved in the duration of sentimental
fancies, and she knew that Mr.. Cecil had
once loved her as men seldom love twice
in their lives
Surely it was worth the effort.
She put out her little hand, clad In the
twice cleaned kid glove. as Mr. Cecil ad
vanced. the unconscious center of every
glance.
Mr. Cecil-Rupert.
His gaze of genuine lack of recognition
rather discounted her.
Surely you have not forgotten Olive
Clermont?" she faltered. trying hard for
q careless smile.
Miss Clermont. Certainly have not
forgotten you. But pardon me; it is such
a long time since we met"
olive sighed sentimentally.
ITO me it has seemed long time, Mr.
Cecil, but you have been growing famous
the while
Il have been in Italy" he answered
calmly, ignoring the implied compliment
81 suppose you have quite forgotten the
old days?'
"By no means - there are some pas.
sages in mans life he cannot easily for.
get"
Olives heart beat high with renewed
hope,
Miss Clermont, he answered, looking
full into her eyes, Il did think OF you
once, years ago, but your own voice de-
stroyed the illusion"
Miner"
Eyes. yours. heard you say you never
should condescend to think twice of a
poor artist-that l might think myself
highly honored If you amused yourself
one day in week with the portrait
painter In that hour, Miss Clermont,
your image was hurled down from It's
home in my heart. No man can endure to
be despised."
Olive had grown pale beneath her arti-
fetal roses.
Il was but foolish child then" she
faltered. MY thoughts and my senti-
ments have undergone thorough change
since then"
80 have NINE" he answered, cruelty
distinct. Miss Clermont, when you
come to Rome, if ever, shall be happy
to introduce you to the young lady who is
to be my wife-Bady Isabel Varney."
Thank YOU" faltered Olive, her heart
sinking like lead in her bosom; but 1
do not think shall ever visit Rome"
She sank down in low chair as he
passed on. her face haggard beyond It's
usual won't. The now and then Of life
were facing each other with hooking dis
tinctness. and Olive Clermont could see
the future plainly. as if reflected in a
mirror. loveless life, dreary. down
Hill path to the grave.
IF she could but have recalled those
die words"
But Of whatsvaA was the half breathed
wish2 Olive Clermont went slowly back
so*ler dreary home, and that was the last
time she ever looked upon the man who
was engaged to marry Lady Isabel Var.
ny.-Exchange.
THE SHARKS HABITS.