The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1891-03-04
HIS PICTURE OR HERS?

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Well" Trevor Winton remarked,
as he tore off the end of an envelope
in which his photographs had been
sent home from the gallery, Il hope
Edith will like them!'
His sister would have been hard to
please if she had not liked them. They
were handsome pictures of hand
some man.
Nothing could have induced me to
do it if l had not been going away"
he remarked, with a mans usual
aversion to having his picture taken.
But Hello! what's this?"
He puffed away the cloud of tobacco
smoke that obscured his vision, and
stared in astonishment at one of the
dozen photographs that had Just been
sent home to him.
1t was the picture of a young lady
head and shoulders, with a fillet and
bordered robe that well became the
delicate Greek features of one of the
most beautiful girls Trevor Winton
had ever laid eyes upon.
We'll" he said, after a moments
contemplation, ''that is an odd mis-
take. l wonder if she has one of my
pictures in exchange for this one of
hers? l never saw anything so love-
lyw
He looked at it again and again. 1t
was face that grew upon one-the
eyes were so soft and speaking, the
beautiful lips so tender and sweet.
Trevor put the photograph on his
dressing-case. He looked at it doz-
en- times.
''What fool 1 ami" he exclaimed.
Il am certainly infatuated with that
face; and what do / know of her? She
may be dead-or she may be some
body's wife,
He sighed.
Perhaps it would have been proper
for Trevor Winton to 90 back to the
gallery and return the picture; but he
did no such thing.
Il will never give it up" he said.
'1t is the face of a woman whom I
shall worship if l ever meet her,"
He was to sail for Europe the next
day, and the picture went with him.
side of his vest pocket.
lie called it his Greek princess. p"
The beautiful photograph had certain
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Trevor Winton travelled everywhere
but somehow he found pleasure in
nothing. Palace and hovel alike fail
ed to interest him.
Il was a fool to come away" he
said, restlessly 'Who knows? [
may have lost my only chance of ever
finding her. If I had gone back to
the gallery I might have learned who
she was. But now-I may eat my
heart out with longing for the sight of
face that is known to me only in
semblance."
He called himself fool, but his
feelings were too strong for him. In
six weeks he was back in London, de-
termined to return home.
He stopped at the Devonshire inn, a
quiet little hotel which Americans fire.
quent. His room was delightful
one. with an open fire which shed a
cosy glow over everything.
Trevor had formed habit of Sleep
ing badly. 1t was late when he went
to his room, but he hadn't the slight
est desire to close his eyes.
He sat there with his gaze fixed on
the fantastic embers glowing on the
hearth.
1t seemed to him that he could see
the face of his Greek princess there
framed in an aureole of flame.
Shall l ever see her?" he said
"Where is she tonight, wonderP All
if l had only the power to follow where
my heart would go how soon woulo
find her?"
He took a book and read awhile
but the wind without disturbed him.
There was wild storm in the air
Rain sputtered down the chimney anc
the windows ratified.
II am more restless than ever to
night" he said. Il wonder what all
me? 1 cannot settle myself to any
thing"
The face of the Greek princess smil
ed up at him from the table.
He turned away.
Trevor Winton," he said, ''you ar,
certainly fool, or you are stark, star
ing mad!''
The clock struck one. He walked
over and opened the door of his bed
room, which led out into the main cor
rider.
The house was wrapped in slumber
and still as death.
Il suppose the clerk is sound asleep,
Trevor observed, stepping out into tn
hall. 81 should like above all thing
to have some cigars"
He walked softly down the corridor
where dim light shone.
He looked over the stairway. Their
was no one astir, but suddenly as h
turned about he became conscious tina
some one was coming toward him.
1t was the figure of a woman, cla'
in loose robe of some pale-blue ma
terial. Her golden hair was floatin:
down her back in beautiful profusion
Trevor uttered a low cry; his yer.
heart seemed to cease beating. 1t wa
his Greek princess who was coming
toward him-a woman walking in tn
strange preoccupation of one VIII
sleeps.
Trevor held out his arms impulsive
: ". She could not see him. He
slumbering brain was conscious @
nothing, and yet some strange a
traction seemed to draw her towar
him.
..At lastr' he cried. rapturously
MY beautiful one, have found you!
For the moment he forgot every
thing. The whole scene faded fron
his attention. He saw only her, an
as she came straight to his side h
caught her in his arms.
The fervor of that embrace arouse
her. She opened her eyes, and the