Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1888-06-02

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proncr nance. and 20 admit 20 himself thsA
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was only out OF regard for what he supposed
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and vhen dnlv framed had hsen A. Ravtor,s
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Rsrter He proceeded 70 introt,ucs ~ hi. M ,r;.nS - %
to his two companions, the younger Of whom
Lennox recognized as the artists betrothed.
The other, her sister, was q plain, pale
woman, with the look of i'll health, who had
been provided with q seat and made no at
tempt to talk. Baxter explained that these
ladies had arrived from Europe but the day
before, and that his first care had been to
show them his masterpiece.
"Sarah," said he, "has been praising the
model very much to the prejudice Of the
copy"
Sarah was a tall, black haired girl Of 90,
with irregular features, q pair Of luminous
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teeth-evidently an excellent person. She
turned to Lsnnox with look Of frank sym
pathy, and said in deep, rich voice:
'She must be very beautiful
"Yes, she's very beautiful" said Lennox,
with his eyes lingering on her own pleasant
face. "You must know her-she must know
you"
I'm sure should ike very much to SEQ
her said Sarah.
Inns s very nearly as good" said Len
nox. my Baxter Is great genius"
u know MI. Baxter is genius. But what
sa picture, at the besti I've seen nothing
put pictures tor the last two years, and
haven't seen single pretty gilr."
The young girl stood looking at the portrait
In very evident admiration, and while Baxter
talked to the elder lady Lennon bestowed a
loLv, covert glance upon his fiapcee. She
had brought her head into almost Immediate
juxtaposition with tbat of Marian's image.
and for a moment the freshness and the
strong animation which bloomed upon her
features seemed TO obliterate the lines and
colors on the canvas. But the next moment,
as Lennon looked. the roseate circle Of Mari.
ans face blazed into remorseless distinct.
ness, and her careless blue eve looked with
cynical familiarity into his own.
He bade an abrupt good morning 70 his
companions, and went toward the door But
beside it he STONED, Suspended on the wall
was Baxter's picture, "My Last Duchess,n He
stood amaze,l Was this the face and figure
that a month ago. had reminded him of his
mistress1 Where was the likeness nowl Il
was as utterly absent as it tt had never
existed. Tho picture. moreover was a yery
inferior work to the new portrait Helooked
hack at Baxter. half tempted to demand An
EXPLANATION, or at least to express his per-
plexity. But Baxter and his sweetheart had
STONED down to examine q minute sketch
near the floor, with their heads in delicious
contiguity,
How the week elapsed. IL were hard TO say.
There were moments when Lennon felt as jf
death wers preferable to the beartless union
which now stared him in the face and AZ il
the only possible course was to transfer his
nrODertv MQrlQQ
existence. There were others. again. when
he was fairly reconciled to his fate, He had
but to gather his old dreams and faucies into
a faggot and break them across his knee, and
the thing were done, Could he not collect
in their stead a comeIy cluster of moderate
and rational expectations, and bind them
about with wedding favorl His love was
dead, his youth was dead; that was all.
There was no need Of making O tragedy Of
it. His loves vitality had been but small,
and since it was to be but short lived it was
better that 1t should expire before marriage
than after. As for marriage, that should
stand, for that was not Of necessity q matter
| of love. He lacked the brutal consistency
| necessary for taking away Marian's future.
| II he had mistaken her and overrated her,
| the fault was his own, and 1t was hard
| thing that she should pay the penalty.
Whatever were her failings, they were pro-
| foundly Involuntary, and it was plain that
| with regard to himself her intentions were
| good. She would be no companion, but she
would be at least faithful wife.
With the help Of this grim logic Lennox
reached tho eve Of his wedding day. His
manner toward Miss Everett during the pre-
ceding week had been inveterately tender and
kind He felt that in losing his love she had
L lOSL u QeaVy huu no OueTeu neE
instead the most unfailing devotion. Marian
had questioned him about his lassitude and
his preoccupied air, and he had replied that
he was not very well. On the Wednesday
afternoon he mounted his horse and took a
long ride. He came home toward sunset,
and was met in the hall by his old house
keeper.
"Miss Everett's portrait, sir" she said,
"has Just been sent home in the most beau
tiful frame. You gave no directions, and
took the liberty Of having it carried into the
library. l thought" and the old woman
smiled deferentially, you'd like best to have
| 1t in your own room.n
Lennox went into the library. The picture
/ was standing on the floor, back to back with