The morning call., 1890-08-03

woiE-sooIn and sIeeping-room, and very small
garden l mustn't forget that. for father used TO
laugh and say:
:@6Dtn your dlnlng-room door and lei some air
into your garden"
: l worked hard in those days, not only with a
desperate resolve not 10 let that great name
cru 81 me. but also 10 keen her out OF my mind.
DO you think that /, ! The son Of the illustIiOus
Saint Armand should have been willing TO love
:: her, worship her. immurtaliZe her another Dante
and Beatrice, Petrareh and Laura, Swift and
Stella; and yet for her 10 slip from me and throw
hetSelf into the arms OF rich tobaeeonlst!
All. il was hard. very. hard I'd sit and laugh
'atAbours drolleres, but that pertidleUs maiden
:; had set seton in my hearts hber and every
smile cost me pane. II was the best thing for
and l was a well man.
" Thanks, thanks, dear nature" ] cried;
"bencelOrth l shall be a wiser man! AS thy
prophet and interpreter, abstract beauty shall
inspire me only with a sense OF admiration:
From now on desire shall be annlhilated In my
soul NeTeImOre shall longing to possess what
al least must prove pertshable, evaneseent,
wearyrug aud oppressive veX my belDgl l shall
-. ackDoyIedre The sovereignty OF beauty and tile
I. glorious TeaiZatiOns OF art, either by means OF
The pHinlers brush or the sculptors chisel, shall
constitute the sacred BELL DOCK ana candle OF
my shrine"
=. AND then, mere yOungster that was, threw
myself into my chaise-loDgue and talked big 10
the following style:
. II i had lived at the time of Nine. Recamer
shouldn't have been smtten with her. There
are people who seem TO be made expressly Tor
artist GiraTd any rest until had gotall wanted
out OF nim if IL bad only been drawing OF her
mead and bust as he had represented them in
that rare painting Which he made OF this wonder
full creature. And after that she could have
gone her way for all L would have cared, fasei-
mated all the princes OF Prussia, all the Benja
min Constants, all the Chateaubriands In tie
world. been above or under suspicion, gone blind,
become wrInked or died. Itwoud have affected
me no more than it would have the Grand Pasha-
shouldn't even have looked at her. She would
; already have done for me all that could have
asked-been Deautiful-and l should have had
: her mpeTishable image. 1 should have realized
the impossible, should have rendered eternal
o. sensation.
The great triumph Of beauty. above all other
gifts Of chance, is that II exists In and OF IL
self without any exlrinsic aid or assistance
whatever. In order to burst effulgent upon
the eyes OF the world it need make no
effort, perform 10 task, possess no no
billy, talent, no fortune, virtue; not
eve mind IL only needs to show Itself some
where, no matter where. All men VIII admire 1t;
all women Will envy IL. How simple 1t is Made,
TOO, for everyone and not for anyone TO ex-
pect an exceptionally beautiful woman 10 love
you. and you only-or, 10 fact, anyone-is TO ask
fOrthe moon; provided, always, that this beauti-
ful creature be not 81 or 30 years of age.
Well: 10 90 back TO my little apartment. Work
over. Il was my custom 10 sit down at the win
dow ana study the people as they passed by. un-
conscious OF my gaze. mean the men, for the
wOm-n, having been created TO be looked at, are
always on lie watch 10 see il anyone is looking
at them.
One beautiful day in April saw an old woman,
dressed In black, with gray hair, missal in her
hand, making her way toward Ia rue Blanche,
accompanied by a very pretty young girl-nOt in
mourning ltEe her-attired Ia a very simple and
refined manner. She was probably about Is
years old, and had rich growth OF golden hair.
IL those days II was almost disgrace to have
euch hair. People scOfIed at red hair as they did
at huucbbacks. Nowadays every woman is
golden haired or wants TO be; but the men do
not all want TO be humpblcked, sill people do
not scot at those who are. l am half Inclined to
Think however that theihuuchbacks ieer at the
har elk cafa
al their little eyes ana The crafty smile which
plays about ths thin lips OF their wide mouths.
The young girl, daughter or granddaughter OF
the old lady by whose side she was walking In
silence, wore hair a Ia Verge, parted in the
center OF her forehead and brought down plainly
OH each side,
CaIs.sometImes are so marked between their
eyes and ears as to give them genuine look
OF woman metamorphOsed into cat. Her
cheeks were as white milk, her lips pale
rose. couldn't see her eyes at that distance;
bar in her easel there was the look OF the woman
metanOrphosed into cat. Her thick braldS
hung down below her waist and as she passed
several men which told plainly now they longed
TO reach out and lay hold OF her golden halr and
follow her. Suddenly she paused, looked toward
ne, aud smiled. / certainly had never seen her
before. She VS. not person to forget easily.
Ireturned the recognition with friendly nod,
which any member OF her SEX with minimum
OF experience or Instinct would take to mean:
IF we are 10 see each other again, why not at
once, for we are.all mortal"
She seemed TO understand 1t so anyway for
dropping behind the old lady who disappeared
in Ia rue Blanche quite unconscious OF this
flank movement, the young glrl turned her steps
toward my door. / met her with look OF in
gentOus surprise.
Whom do you wish to see, Miss?"
"YOu"
is there not some mistaken"
''NOfe"
"Yon know me, then?"
so II seems. pass quite frequently through
your.stTeet."
Aud the old lady ?"
What old lady?'
Inc one you were walking with ?'
'DOht Know her"
you seemed TO be IN her eompany.U
81 meant to-"
"Why?"
whenever leave the house look about me
Tor some respectable lady who is going fhe same
way as l. walk alongside OF her with down
cast eyes It's the way 10 make friends Won
were caught lnat way and you are not stupid
man" P
This was a strange being that stood before ma
My curiosity was strongly piqued. / asked her
10 be seated, Tor / wanted to study her | now
had good look at her eyes, They were large
round green, shaded with long lasnes OF
darker hue than her hair.
Mhen you meet young girl with hair the
color OF gold, eyes the color OF absinlhe cheeks
the color OF dawn and lips OF pale roses, II 1 am
not there TO warn you, look out for yourself.
She was subtle, radiant, naive. Not a grain Of
powder on her face. After more thorough con-
temptation OF this strange creature, one nigh;
experience desire to take her up, stroke her,
pet her. caress her, and then throw her out of
The window 10 see her land on her feet and make
OF with low laugh.
IVe been wanting 10 come in here for long
WHILE" she murmured purfiDgly; I" wanted TO
see what there WAS here. Why didn't come