The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1890-11-29

sitting on n throne OF rejected pic
lures? No, shan't, dear. Tho notion
in itself has fascinated me.-Of course
you don't care for fancy heads, Dick. !
don't think you could do them. You
like blood and bonea.
"That's direct challenge. 1fyou can
do n Mclancolia that isn't merely sor-
rowful female head, can do q bettcr
one; and l will, too: What you know
about Melancolias?" Dick firmly believ-
ed that he WIS even then tasting three.
quarters OF all tho sorrow In the world.
"She was d woman" said Maisie, "and
she suffered a great deal, till she could
suffer no more. Then she began to laugh
at 1t all, and then l painted her and sent
her to the Salon"
The red.haired girl rose up and left the
room, laughing.
CHATTER VII.
'fl have taken the common clay
Aud wrought 1t cunnIGgy
III The sllhpe oil god that was diggcd cod,
| The greater honor 10 me-"
''lt thou hast taken tho common cay,
And thy hands be not free
From the Mlnt OF the soil, thou hast made thy
The greater shame TO thee"
Tho Ttro Pott,s.
Dick looked at Maisie humbly and
hopelessly.
Never mind about the picture" he
said. "Are you really going back to
kami's month before your time?"
Il must go, II ! want TO get the pic.
ture DONE"
And that's all you want?"
"'Of course. Don't bestupid, Dick"
You haven't the power. You have
only the ideas,-the ideas and the little
cheap impulses. How you could have
kept at your work for ten years steadily
is 4 mystery to me. So you arc really
going,-a month before you need?"
VI must do my work."
"Your work-bah!. No, I didn't
mean that. Its all right, dear. OF course
you must do your work, and--I think
PIl say goodbye for this week"
Wont you even stay Tor tea?'
No, thank you. Have l your leave
ogo dear? There's nothing more you
particularly want me to do, and the
line.work doesn't matter"
~ wish you could stay, and then we
could talk over my picture. II only one
single pictures success it draws atteu.
| ton to the others. l know some OF my
! work is good, il only people could see.
and you needn't have been 80 rude
about it."
ppm sorry. Wen talk the sfelsnco.
LA over some one OF the other Sundaye.
There are four more-yes, one, two,
three, four-beiore you 90. Good.by,
Maisie. Naisic stood by the studio win
dow, thinking, till the red-headed eirl
returned, a little white at the corn ers of
her lips.
"Dick's gone off," said Maisie. Gust
when l wanted 10 talk about the picture.
Isn't it selfish OF him?"
Her companion opened her lips as il
to speak, shut them again, and went on
reading "The City of Dreadful Night"
Dick was in the Park, walking round
and round tree that he had chosen as
his coniidante for many Sundays past.
He was swearing audibly, and when he
found that the iufrmities Of the English
tongue hemned his rage he sought con.
ISOLATION in Arabic, which is expressly
Designed for the uee OF the afflicted.
He was not pleased with the reward OF
his patient service; nor was he pleased
with himself; and it was long before he
arrived ut the proposition that the queen
could do no wrong.
'lts losing game" be said. "I'm
worth nothing when q whim OF hers is
in question. But in losing game at
Pert Said We used to double the stakes
and 90 on. She do Meiancoliat She
hasn't the power, Or the insight, or the
training. Only the desire. She's cursed
with the curse OF Reuben. She won't
do line work because it means real
work; and yet She's stronger than AIN.
III make her understand that | can beat
her on her own Melancolia. Even then
she wouldn't care. She says can only
do blood and bones. I don't believe
she has blood in her veins. All the
same l love her; and must 20 on low.
ing her; and il l csn humble her inor-
dinate vanity will. III do Melan-
cola that shall be something like Mel
ancolia-the Melaucolia that tran.
sends all w.t. I'll do it at once, CON
bless her."
He discovered that the notion would
not come to order, and that he could not
free his mind for an hour from the
thought OF Alaisle's departure. He took
very small interest in her rough studies
for the Melancolia when she showed
them next week. The SUNDAYS we're
racing past and the time was at hand
when all the church bells in London
could not ring Maisie back to him.
Once or twice he said something to
Binkie about "hermaphroditic fulfill
ties" but the little dog received 50 many
condolences both from Torpenhow and
Dick that he did not trouble his tulip.
ears to listen.
Dick was permitted to see the girls OF.
They were going by the Dover night
boat; andthey hoped to rcturnin August.
1t was then February, aud Dick felt that
he was being hardly used. Maisie was
so busy stripping the small house across
the park and packing her canvases, that
she had no time for thought. Dick went
down to Dover and wasted a day there
fretting over u wonderful possibility.
Would Maisie at the very last allow him
one small kiss? He. reflected that he
might capture her by the strong arm, as
. he had seen women captured in the
Southern Soudan, and lead her away;
but Maisie would never be led. She
, would turn her gray eyea upon him and
say, "Dick, how selfish you are!" Then
his courage would fail him. It would
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