The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-09-21


t'But have tried so often and failed"
'And what does that fact amount to?
Discouragement is food and drink to
genius. 1t was misfortune, not fault,
that your last picture was refused. How
were you to know that your work was
identical in subject and treatment
to one presented and accepted
tri1e ahead of youl Great minds run
in the same channel, it is said.
All, Do, have such faith in you. can
not tell how great is the faith l have in
you You will succeed. l know you will
succeed"
The beautiful and loving woman drew
oloaer to him in the fervor of her trust and
affection, and he put his arms about her and
kissed her upturned lips passionately.
Then for many moments he stood silent,
thoughtful, gazing moodilv at the green
frontage of the picturesque trees in the little
moonlit garden, and she did not interrupt
his reflections.
"Success means money, Frances" he
said, suddenly, turning his eyes again upon
her face. According to your theory of my
future, little woman, l should be able to
make you mine sEdstly. Think of it. How
good. Mine shortly. 1t takes money. Not
necessarily great deal, but still money, to
live happily with wife. o, if your theory
would only come true! But 1 fear it is
founded on hope and not belief"
81 feel in my heart that your success is
nigh" was the response. 'Your indefati-
gable labor is sure to bring crown to your
genius And why not soonG'
Dio Luders was not common artist, in
deed. But fate seemed to have been against
him. For some unusual reason or another
his pictures had always failed or met with
L,.k
pensed labor had driven him to reduced cir
cumstances, and this may have had some
thing to do with his non-success. 1t is a.
most as hard for a camel to go through the
Eye of a needle as for a poor man to attain
the heights of worldly victory.
His sole friend was the trusting woman
who now stood at his side She loved him
for the troubles he had passed, and he wor-
SHIPPED her in return more than existence
itself. To her he was the prince of men,
and her devotion was his one inspiration
and Joy.
The hope of reaching a position whereby
he could sustain her comfortably as his
wife had kept his brush very busy for many
long months. He had come to regard fame
as but u means to this end of marriage.
She was unQualiredly the object of his
future-the one coviced possession OF his
life. Failure to secure her meant the de-
struction of every ambition and every care
for continued being.
He was quite too close an approach to the
soul of honor to yield to his love and wed
her without first being prepared to main
tain her properly. He was one of the scru-
pulous sort whose rewards, it seems, are al
ways tardy-sometimes too tardy to avail,
at any rate in this world.
To-day he had failed again-hls picture
seemed plagiarism of the one that had
preceded it but a few hours. Yet never had
be been within miles of the atelier of his
successful contemporary. The painting
represented sublime sunrise effect at
certain romantic spot on one of the boule-
wards a short distance from Paris. The
work had required many visits to the loca-
ton, and much skill and unremitting toll
And he had had great hopes-yea, conf
dence-only to carry his picture back to his
home feeling as though it were milestone
about his neck.
He fourd consolation as usual, in Frances,
the loved one. She cheered him and en-
couraged him, the failure causing her to
lose not one iota of faith in his ultimate sue
cess, and ere he left her he had resolved on
an attempt far more ambitious than any
thing he had yet tried.
st shall be my masterpiece" heinformed
her. "Daring-masterful- More
! am not prepared to tell you now-only