Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-08-16
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as co frightened l could not speak.
n was l to do? To scream would
/ have availed me in that attic, and
+ wonder now ! did not try to
- I tore my hands away from
and sprang from my seat, he not
ing 10 restrain me, but still kneeling
4 gozipg up at me with wild but peni-
eyes.
IOnen the door, sir, and let me go!
y, is the least return you can make
,onr rudeneSS," / said.
No. no, no." he cried, with a wall Of
N al have insulted my goddess. 1
i broken her heart. She will not
1 n, 20 me. But look, look, he said,
t,inq again toward the canvass and
living aside the drapery. "She is
L. have her here forever. No one
rob me OF her now.
sncv NY emotions. 1t was portrait
myself.
Shall never forget the tipsy cunning
haul Bars expression as he watched
effect OF his legerdemain. The pOr-
. was excellent; IL was, indeed, a
I.rerpiece. / was sufficiently In my
,es 10 appreciate that, though my
rbing thought was how to get out OF
/ room. For some moments we each
, our pose, l standing surveying the
Iure. and he with his eyes bent upon
leaning against the easel which was
be- pathway to the door.
saddenly, and TO my intense surprise,
pronounced my name;
|.Virginiar'
was a whisper almost, and spoken
'one might breathe the name Of a
nt.
|.Virginia!"
Then with low cry be stepped for
ri a pace or two and dropped on his
ees again.
i love you, / adore you. / have orok-
your heart, my angel, but il was love
forced me 10 it. Forgive me, and
me il you can that there is hOpe-a
,dow is enough. Hope that l may
e day press you to this bosom and
YOU mine-mine for eternity! Vir-
La. hear me- do not look so cold and
lei. YOU are a stone, while l am burn
4. I have loved you since the first
,ment I saw you. l wish my heart
be- dust for you to trample on II it
N not beat forever close to yours.
kh you as my bride l could conquer
bids. could become an Angelo,
hbens. Without you l shall die"
Be seized my hands again and COW
NJ them with kisses.
mir. Barr, Mr.. Barr! ! cannot listen
you further. Let me go-you are
6
.Nes, am mad-mad with love for
d, sweet Virginia"
tried to speak calmly, yet decisively,
nigh from fear aud pity 1 was trem-
M like a leaf. l told him that l
LA not grant what he asked. 1 loved
u as a friend, as a brother almost,
4 would do anything TO serve alm out
sent 10 become his wife. His studio
& no place for such a conversation, l
=. Let him come TO my house after
had thought it over. He would agree
N that he had been carried away by
|, impulse Of the moment, by the ten
p of his OverStrained nerves, and that
marriage between US would be an alb
div. Were not our tastes ana nab
totally unlikeP
Perhaps these were no words TO ad-
IS to an overweight soul, mastered
Dasison. But, as l have said, l was
rifed and bewildered. The strong
ira I felt TO treat him with all the
.tleness and tender consideration l
~ muster must have been to some
Hat neutralized by anxiety TO put
ea 10 the interview. As spoke his
Is eemed to grow darker and TO glow
th Ire, and the cunning, satyriike
preston l had noticed before 70 In
nsif1
'.Parion me" I said, "for the pain l
'lse YOU. My presence can only IN
base YOUR suffering. I will leave you,
n If you wish, we will talk OF this TO-
brow
ssPo-morrowY' he answered, "there
NJ. be no tomorrow. It's still to-day
n to-day!' he repeated with sort Of
uckle. II will live to-day, though l
NJ die tomorrow. My goddess, my
.een is here, and love-lOve-lOve"
ith bound be folded me in his huge
and pressed my face against his
q three Dimes in a mad embrace.
howard! wretch" l screamed; but 1
IS powerless as q babe.
he let me go.
II will not hurt you, my own true
ve. A kiss can do no harm. Once
,reP' and he threw his arms wide open
a fresh embrace.
Rpt another voice interrupted his pur-
~ Coward you shall not touch .
II OF her head"
h was Mr.. Spence who spoke; we had
< noticed the door open. He strobe
.eard and placed himself between me
I'M artist. On the threshold stood
.s Kingsley, and 1 felt the blood rush
mn cheeks as luE eyes hiCe.
.div have given half my fortune TO
81 ont the past few minutes; -.
IL this the courtesy Of Bohemia
"a Mr.. Spence, breaking the silence
AZ followed. He was pale, and MS
8 were set, and there had never
med to me so little difference In stat
1 between him and Mr.. Barr.
ia is love" was the answer. Ihe
sture of those kisses will be on my
:. 10 my dying day. The artist be,
4 no troll the words Of a mad song OF
f. own composition 1 had heard be-
paul Barr, though we have long al
q on many subjects, we have been
shds. But after what l have nearu
q seen to-day we must meet hence
IN as strangers" said Mr.. Spence,
ID a fire I had never known MIN 10
Iplay before.
j adore her, and 1 am human. See
rel' he pointed 70 the portrait when
berto had escanpd their attention.