Wichita eagle., 1888-09-09

never met q sweeter and finer nature
She comprehended at last that even his
attempted suicide was a proof of his high
self respect and sense of honor, inasmuch
as 1t was an effort to escape from the
degradation of living by mourning debts
which he could not discharge. That stoi-
cal declaration, eff l could hat bald my
room rent would hat gone on another
month" seemed to her now something
like patent of nobility. Unaware
of her own grandeur of character,
she worshlped his grandeur of character.
Finally, she worshiped his genius, which
had begun to show her the universe Of
glory that there is in art. and which was
able to seize ideas scarcely perceptible to
her Impractical aesthetic vision, and place
them before her IN the resurrection robes
of drawing and color.
All well! she was desperately in love
with him, and she could not he'll admit
ting it to her accusing conscience, and
could not put aside the scornful finger of
her sense of womanly shame. But did he
know it? AS yet she was sufficiently her
self to hope that he did not. Although
she could not meet him without feeling a
blush run through her whole face, al
though his praises and the touch Of his
hand made her tremble from head to foot,
she trusted that she was keeping her fiery
secret. And SO she was: young man
does not easily suspect that a woman thir-
teen years his senior has passion for
him; and if Ernst noticed her tremors
and changes Of color, he imputed them to
woman delicacy and Puritan shyness.
While Janet, locked in her own room, was
looking in the glass at her pale face, high
| cheek bones, square jaws, straight mouth,
and incipient wrinkles, while she was
wishing with both tears and shame that
all that supportable plainness were beauty
and youth, he, steadily at work, did not
think of her at all, or only thought of her
as his 'goot vriend.' His handsome
countenance, now pink and white in color
as well as classic in outline, was not shad-
owed by the slightest cloud from the fires
of love, unless indeed he remembered now
and then his lost jungfrau in faderland.
About the time that The Rescue" las
Janet christened the scene from Philips
war; reached its finishing point, Ernst
encountered an American artist named
Stanley. Stanley was portrait painter
in high fashion, who made Sc, 600 year
and spent it all on himself and some poor
relations. Too generous and soft hearted
to save money, he wanted to study in the
galleries Of Europe without ever having the
first spare dollar for the voyage, and talked
OF launching into genre pictures or "high
art" without ever being able to give up
his pot boiling labor in kit-kats. The re-
suit of this existence, acting upon this
kindly spirit, was that while Stanley
envied the chances Of more famous art
lists, he honestly admired their produc-
tons.
Meeting Ernst at the Academy, be fell
into chance conversation with him, liked
his naive and badly pronounced but judi
cious criticisms, went with him to his
lodgings and fell in love with The Res
cue" His ford face flushed crimson
with enthusiasm as lie exclaimed: by
Jovel you are on the road to fame. You
needn't have apologized fer your room.
This picture furnishes it like palace. |
wish | was poor devil. | wish | could
live in this style and try to do something
good. But l can't. | must dress in Il
certain way and go to certain parties and
live in a certain quarter. If l didn't |
should lose my run among certain people.
And then" he added, as he thought of his
mother and aunt, then there would be
trouble"
Thenceforward Stanley came often to
Ernsts room to watch the progress of
1.-THE Rescue" and to tell him that it was
sure Of success. 1t was not long, either,
before he gave the young German another
startling piece of information.
That old girl down stairs is in love with
no