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

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Tho excitement OF the talk had die
n away. Dick waG sitting by the sLudi
table, with his head OH his arms, whe
the men came in. lie did not chang
n his position.
at hurts" lie moaned. "God iorgiv
me, but Il hurts cruelty ,andHet y'know
the world has knaCk OF spinning rOun
all by itself. Shall see Torp before b
goes2"
r "oh, yes. You'll see him." said tn
u Nilehai.
CHAPTER II.
hut shall no, understand
Il Shall not see thCfHcC Of my love
shall not know her for whom sitovc-
TIL she reach me- forth her hand.
Saying, "WhO but have the rIghtc'
q And out Of n troubled night
Shall draw me safe TO the land,
-The II'idortr.
"Mtaisie, come 10 bed"
TITS SO hot l can't sleep. Don
worry"
Music put her elbows on the window
sill and looked 1.-THE moonlight on The
straight, poplNr.lanked road. Summer
had come upon Nirty.sur.Alarne anG
parched 1t to the bone. Tho grass wa:
dry.burnt in tho meadows, the clay by
bank OF the river WAS cakcd TO brick
| the roadside flowers were long since
dead, and the roses in tho garden hung
withGred on the stalks. The heat in the
little low bedroom under tho caves was
almost intoerable. The very moonlight
on the wall Of Kami's studio across the
road seemed to make the night hotter,
and the shadow oi.he big bell handle by
the closed gate cast bar OF inky black
that caught Maisies eye and annoyed
her.
"lIorrid thing! 1t should DO all
white" she murmured. And the gate
isn't in the middle Of the wall, eitlier.
never noticed that before"
M0isie was hard to please a. that hour
First, the heat OF the past few weeks
had won her down; secondly, her
work, and particularly the study OF o
female head Intended to represent the
aieiancolfa and not finished In time for
the Salon, was unsatisfactory thirdly,
kami had said as much two days before |;
fonrlhly, but so completely iour.hly that
it was hardly worth thinking about,
Dick, her property, had not written TO
her for more than six weeks. She was
angry with the heat, with kami, and
with her work. bnt abe was exceedingly
angry with Dick.
She had written to him three times
each time proposing fresh treatment Of
her McIGnco!ia. Dick had taken no no.
tlce OF these communications. She had
resolved to write no more. When she
returned to England in the autumn
for her pride's sake she could not return
earlier-she would speak to him. She
missed the Sunday afternoon confer.
ences more than she cared to admit. All
that kami said was, "C0Htinue:, md1emo.
Eelte, continue: touourS," and he had been
repeating his wearisoms COUNSEL
| through the hot summer, exactly like
clcala-an old gray cicala in black al.
paca coat, white trousers and huge
felt hat. But Dick had trsmpad master.
fully up and down her little studio north
OF the cool green London park, ald had
said things ten times worse than "c0n.
!mus-," before he snatched the brush
out OF her hand aud showed her where.
her error lay. His last letter. Maisie re.
membered, contained some trivia! advice
about not sketching i'll the sun or drink.
Ing water Mt wayside farn.honses; and
he had said that not once, but three
times-as j! he did not know iha. Msisie
could take care OF herself.
But what was be dong, that he could
not trouble to write? A murup- OF
voices in the road made her lean from
the Window. A cavalryman Of the little
garrison in the town was talking TO
kami's cook. The moonlight glistered
on the scabbard OF his sabre, which he
was holding in hts hand lest it should
clank inoppoItureiy. The cooks cap
cast deep shadows on her idce, which
was close to tho conecript's. lie slid
his arm round her waist, and there !ol.
lowed the sound OF kiss.
"Faugh !" said Nlaisie, stepping back.
whats that % eaid the red.haircd
eIil, who was tossing uneasily outsidc
her bed.
only couscript kissing the cook"
said Maisie. They've gone away now"
She leaned out Of the window again, and
put a shawl over her nightgownt to guard
against chills. There was very small
night-breeze abroad, and a sun-baked
rose below nodded its head as one who
knew unuttcrable secrets. Vas it posi-
bic that Dick should turn his thought
from her work and his own and descend
to the degradation OF Suzanne and the
conscript? He could not! The rose
nodded its head and one leaf Herewith.
1t looked like q naughty little devil
scratching its ear. Dick could not, "be-
cause" thought Maisie, "he is mine,
mine, mine. Re said he was. Pm sure
don't care what he Goes. 1t will only
spoil his work il he does; and it will
spoil mine, too"
The roae continued to nod in the
futile way peculiar to flowers. There
was no earthly reason why Dick should
not disport himself as he chose, except
that he was called by Providence, which
vas Maisie, 10 assist Maisie in her work.
And her work was the preparation OF
pictures thai gent sometimes to English
provincial exhibitions, as the notices in
the scrap.book proved, and that were ia.
varia5ly rejected by the Salon when
kami was plagued into allowing her to
seud them up. Her WORT in the future,
it seemed, would be the preparation o;
pictures on exactly similar lines which
would be rejected in exactly the same
way.
The reA,haired girl threshed distress.
fully across the sheets. ats too hot 10
sleep" she moaned; and the iatorrup
ton Jared.
| Exactly tho same way. Then phe
would divide her years betwa.n the lit
tie studio in England and Kami'o big
studio at Vitry.sur-Marnc. No, shf
would go to another master, who should
; iorcs her into the success that vas hel
right, il pstisEt toll and desperate en-
| dCaror gave one right to anything
Dick had told her That ho had worked
ten years to understand his craft. Oh;
, had worked tea years, and ten year
, were nothing. Dick had said that tel
years were nothiEg-brt that Was in re
, gard to herseli only, lie had said-thi
, very man who could not EEd time t,
write-that he would wait ten Yeas 10
!: her, and that she WAS bound to com,
. back to him sooner or later. He ha(