The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1890-12-20

as atimulant,-that WA rudc,-gahl
. hair brushea ,-ho Ind given her tn
best in her stock She used thGn daily
he had given her advice that sho profit
cd by, andlow aud then-a look. SnCl
a look. The look OF beaten houuI
waiting for tho word to crawl to hi
mistress's feet. In return she had givei
him nothing whatever, except-herc
she brushed her mouth against the open
work sleeve OF her night.gown-thC
privilege OF kissing her once. And or
the mouth, too. Dipgraceful Was thai
not enough, and more than enough
and II 1t was not, had he not cancelled
the debt by not writing, and-probably
kissing other girls?
"Nlaisie, you'll catch chill. Do &C
and lie down." said the wGarled voice Of
her companion. ~ can't sleep q wink
with you at tho window"
Maisio shrugged her shoulders sand did
not auBwer. She WINS rejecting on the
meanness Of Dick aud other msannesses
with which he had nothing 10 do. The
remorselc6s moonlight would not let her
aleep. 1t lay on tho skylieht OF the
studio across the road in cold silver, and
she stared at 1t intently and her thoughts
began to slide one into the other. Tho
shadow Of the big bell handle in the wall
grew short, heightened again, and faded
out MS the moon went down behind the
pasture and hare came !imping home
across tho road. Then the dawn wind
washed through the upland grasses, and
brought cOolness with it, and the cattle
lowed by the drought shrunk river.
Maisie's head fell forward OH the win.
dow sill, and the tangle OF black hair
covered the arms.
"Maisie, wake up. You'll catch a
chillw
"ies. dear. yea, dear" She staggered
to her bed like n wearied child, and as
che buried he faCe in the pillows she
muttered, ~ Think think. :.
But he ought to have written"
Day brought the routine OF the studio.
tho smell OF paint and turpen.ine, and
the monotonous wisdom Of kami, who
was n leaden artist, but golden teacher
II the pupil were only In sympathy with
him. Maiaio was not in sympathy that
day, and she waited impatiOntly for the
end OF the work. She knew when it was
coming for Kami would gather his
black alpaca coat into bunch behind
him. and, with faded blue eyes that saw
neither pupils nor canvaa, look back
into the past TO recall the history OF one
Binat. You have all done not so bad.
ly," he would say. "But You shall re.
member that it is not enough to have
the method, and the art, and the power
nor even that which 10 touch, but you
shall have also the conviction that nails
the wo!k to the wall. OF the so many
| have taught,"-herc the students
would begin TO unix drawing.pins or
get their tubes together,-";he very 20
many that | have taught, the best was
Binar. All that comes oi the study and
the work and the knowledge was 10 him
even when he came. After he left me
no should have done all that could be
done with the color, the form and the
knowledge. Only, he had not the con.
riction. So to-day l hear no more OF
Binat,-thc best OF my pupils ,-and
that is long ago. So TO day, too, you
will be glad to hear TO more OF me.
Continues, mcs,'emoisclitS, and, above all,
with conviction"
He went into the garden to smoke and
mourn over the lost Biuat rs the pupils
dispersed 10 their several cottages or
iolierGd i'll the studio to make plans for
the cool OF the afternoon.
Malsle looked at her very unhappy
Afelancolia, restrained n desire 10 crinSce
before it, and was hurrying across the
road to write to Dick, when she was
aware OF q large man on white troop.
horse. How Torpenhow had managed,
III the course OF twerty.forr hours, to
find his way to the hearLa OF the cavalry
stlicers in quarters at Fitry-sur- Marine,
10 discuss with them the certainty OF a |
glorious revsrcho for France, TO reduce
10 tears OF pure atiubility, aud to borrow
the best horae il the squadron for the
journey to Kami's studio is mystery
that only special correspondents can un-
ravel.
II beg your pardon" said he. sit
seems an absurd question TO ask, but
the fact is l don't know her by any other
name. lS there any young lady here
that is called Maisie?"
u am MSisie," was The answer from
the depths OF great sun.hat.
u ought to introduce myself" he
said, DIS the horse cnpered in the blind
Ing white dust. "My name is Torpen-
how. Dick Helder is my best friend
nnd-and-the fact is that he has gone
blind"
"B,indr' said Maisie, stupidity. "He
can't be blind"
HE hns been stone.blind Tor nearly
two months"
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