The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1890-11-28

lla Houl. he helu authority In the
house,-authority limited, indeed, /
one.half Of one afternoon In seven, b,
very real while 1t lasted. Alaisie ha,
learned to appeal 10 him on many sub
jects, from the proper packing Of pic
lures 10 tho condition OF smoky chin
ney. The rel.haired girl never con
suited him about anything. On tn,
other hand, she accepted his appear
ances without protest, and watche,
him always. He discovered tina
tho meals Of tho establishment
were irregular and fragmentary. They
depended chiefly on tea, pickles, anc
biscuit, rs lie had suspected from the
beginning The girls were supposed L
market week and week about, but the,
lived, with the help OF n charwoman, NJ
casually ms the young ravens. Dfaisie
spent most OF her income on models
and the other girl reyeled In apparatu.
as refined as her work was rough. Arm
ed with knowledge dear-bought from
tho Docks, Dick warned Maisie that the
end Of Hemi.starvaton meant tho Grin.
pling Of power to work, which was con.
siderably worse thun dsath. Maisie
took the warning, and gave moro
thought to what she ate and drank.
When his trouble returned upon him,
as It generally did in the long winter
twilights, the remembrance OF that little
act OF domestic authority and his coer.
cion with hearth.brush Of the smoky
drawing.room chimney sturg Dick like
a whip.iash. Il
lie conceived that this memory would
be the extreme Of his sufIerings iii, one
Sunday the rcd-headed girl announced
that she would make study Of Dicks
head, and that he would be good enough
to sitstiil, and-quite rs IN atter.thouvlt
look at Maisie. He sat, because he
could not well refuse, and for the space
OF hnlf an hour he reelected on all the
people In the past whom he had laid
open Tor the purposes OF his own craft,
He remembered Dinat most distinctly
that Binat who bad once been IN artist
and talked about degradation.
1t was the merest monochrome rough
Ing in OF a head, but it presented the
dumb waiting, the longing, and above
all tho hopeless onslavement of the man.
in spiri: OF bitter mockery.
I'M buy IT, said Dick promptly, "st
your own price"
My price Is too high, but dare say
you'll DO as grateful if"
The wet weather sketch iluttered from
the girls hand and fell into the ashes of
the studio stove. When she picked it
up it was hopelessly smudged.
"Oh, it's all spoiled" said slaisie.
land | never saw 1t. Was it like?"
"Thank you," said Dick under his
breath to the red.haired girl. And lie
removed himself swiftly,
"How that nun hates mel" said the
girl. "And how he loyes you, Naisie %
"What nonsense! l know Dicks
very fond OF me, but he has bis work to
do, and have mine."
"ies, be is fond Of you, and I think
he knows there is something in i'm
preesionism, after all. Maisie, can't YOU
see2"
"See? See WHAT"
Nothing; only, ! know that ii I could
get any man to look ut me- as that man
looks at you, Id don't know what
I'd do. Bat he hates me. Oh, how he
hates mew
She was not altogether correct. Dicks
hatred was tempered with gratitude for
a few moments, and then he forgot the
girl entirely. Only the sense Of shame
remained, and he was nureing it across
the Park in the iog. "There'll be an
explosion one OF these days." he said
wrathfully. "But it isn't Maisie's fault:
she's hight, quite right, Us far IS she
knows, and ! can't blame her. This
business has been going on for three |
months nearly. Three months land it |
cost me ten years knocking about to get
at the notion, the merest raw notion, of |
my work. That's true; but then I |
didn't have pins, drawing-pius and pal
elte'knives, stuck into me every Sunday. |
Oh, my little darling, il ever break
you, somebody will have very bad |
time OF it. No, she won't. I'd be as bic
a fool about her as ! am now. I'll poi.
son that red.hsired girl on my wedding
lay,-she's unwholesome,-and now I'll |
pass on these present bad times to
rorr."
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