Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-04-06


rier between them which his five years
: had meant to break down, and she
wondering if that old crest and happi-
ness" was never to be realized again.
Then Aunt Christine claimed War
rington's attention, and they parted.
| Warrington's success during the next
six months made him often question
whether it would not have been better
had he remained ut his studio instead
of dropping five years of his life across
the seas. The world needs but little
start to send it worshiping, and good
Mr.. Alison put it in motion towards
Warrington-that is, the part OF it rep
resented by the city in which he had
established his studio.
One day party OF friends visited
him, Helen and Lord Richland were
among the number, and the latter had
determined to know his fate before he
left the studio Tho answer he received
was the same that Penelope gave to all
her suitors, but he was so thoroughly
in earnest that Helen was sorry
for him and gave him her
hand. He stopped to kiss it, and
then Helen saw that Warrington was
standing in the entrance to the room.
He turned away Immediately, but Helen
called to him.
"Mr. Warrington, will you show lis
the picture you have just completed?"
Certainly" he answered. ut is in
this room;" and drawing aside a cur
tain displayed picture still resting
upon the easel.
cit is called Penelope" he said,
quietly.
Helen gave one look at the canvas
and her face turned crimson.
Not the Queen herself could have
been more lovely than the face por-
trayed upon the canvas, and yet, ideal
lied through it all, she saw herself.
Once, long ago, Warrington bad spoken
of her knitting as perfect penelope s
Web" and had begun the picture which
was unfinished when she received her
fortune and lie departed for Australia.
The painting came to her like a
revelation, and as the party was about
to leave she went ND to Warrington
and said:
"Mr. Warrington, will you please
make no disposal of your last picture
until you see me again? Will you call
tomorrow
He looked surprised, but asscnted.
Was it to tell him of her engagement,
he wondered.
| Helen was sitting in the library when
he came the next afternoon, and he no.
ticed that her work was in her hands,
She was too deeply in earnest to talk
OF common topics, but went directly to
her subject.
"AIr. Warrington, do you remember
a little sketch you made nearly fifteen
years ago? You gave it to me, and
now I want your Penelope to-"
| "What picture?" he asked; mot the
one drew of you upon the beach?"
She handed it to him. ~
"And you have kept this all these
years. Do yor really care for it, little
Helen? Do you ever think of those
days. now? You We're but child then,
but would give all my life to live that
summer over again. 1 never thought
should be so mad as to say this. I
have loved you ever since that happy
summer when I brought you back to
life. Then when this fortune came to
you, being proud, 1 went away. l
could not bear the name of having
been fortune-hunter, and was afraid
you would think, as others would
should I, a poor, penniless artist, ask
you to be my wife-and would not
stand that! I went away hoping to be
able to come to you without shadow
of doubt. l came back as poor as 1
went. I finished my picture, thinking
it would be my remuneration, and when
l saw you and Richland in the studio
L knew it was so. But now I cannot
help telling you l have loved you, and
you will believe me now, will you not,
little Helen?"
"You told me once to be happy, and
I oheyed you, because you were with
me-; why have you not trusted me long
ago."
"Trust you? You do not mean,
Helen, that you have loved me all
these years L dare not believe it!
Others have wooed you-others far
better than l."
eyes, dear, but Penelope waited for
Ulysses!" v
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DREAMS,
There are some very remarkable
things about dreams. In the first