The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-09-08

complete her cousins cducation, and leave
him to starvc Once moro, self sacrifice;
though all her life had been a self sacri-
fee, she must so ON with It; she must
love and suffer and be silent. And so the
mischief proceeded at terrible rate. fol-
every day added to its magnitude. What
made things worse was that Ernst was
nobly conscious of his obligations, and
profuse in thanks. in praises. in the most
delicate and charming attentions. If he
met her on the street hctook his hat en-
tirely off his comedy head and saluted her
as school ma ans are not always saluted.
If he walked with her he had the air OF
escorting duchess. He would leave his
beautiful labor at any moment to greet
her return to the house with a smile OF
to run ON her errands. His whole deport-
ment toward her was continual burning
! of incense
She had never before known such fin
ished gentleman; more than that, she had
never met sweeter and finer nature.
She comprehended at last that even his
attempted suicide was proof of his high
self respect and sense of honor, inasmuch
as it was an effort to escape from the
degradation of living by mourning debts
which he could not discharge. That stoi-
cal declaration, IF / could haf bald my
room rent / would haf como on another
month";" seemed to her now something
like patent of nobility. Unaware
of her own grandeur of character,
she worshiped 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 WE'LL she was desperately in love
with him, and she could not help 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
blush run through her whole face, al
| though his praises and the touch of his
hand made her trernble from head to foot,
she trusted that she was keeping her fiery
secret. And SO she was: a young man
does not easily suspect that woman thir-
teen years his senior has a 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
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, stehdily at work, did not
think of her at all, or only thought of her
as his s'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 a portrait painter
in high fashion, who made $4,000 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
frstspare 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
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