The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-05-21
CHATTER VII.

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CHAPTER wa.
sIf have taken the common clay
And wrought it cunningly
In the shape of god that was digged q GIod,
The greater honor to me.
eff thou hast taken the common clay,
And thy hands be not free
From the faint of the SOIL thou hast made thy
The greater ST anne to thee
Dick looked at Maisie humbly and hope
iessly.
.'Never mind about the picture" he said.
s'Are you really going back to Kami's a
month before your time2"
II must go, if / want to get the picture
done"
''And that's all you want?"
tfOf course. Don't be stupid Dick"
ssYou haven't the power. You have only
the ideas-the ideas and the little cheap i'm
pulses. How you could have kept at your
work for ten years steadily is a mystery to
me- So you are really going, a month be-
fore you need!"
81 must do my works"
seYour work-bahl No, ] don't mean
that It's all right, dear. OF course you
must do your work, and-f think Ill say
good-by for this week"
"Won't you even stay for teaa"
'sNo, thank you. Have your leave to GO,
dear: There's nothing nore you Paztic;i-
larly want me to do, and the line work
doesn't matter"
Il wish you could stay, ana Jnen we couId
talk over my picture, If only ono SINGLE
pictures success it draws attention to all
the Others know some of my work is
good, if only people could see. And you
needn't nave been SO fnde about II"
I'm sorry. Well talk the Melancolia
over some of the other Sundays. There are
four more-yes, one, two three four-be-
fore you go. Good-by, Maisie."
Maisie stood by the studio window, think
ing. little white at the corners of her
lips. till the red-haired girl returned.
sDicks gone off" said Maisie, -'just
when want to talk about the picture.
Isn't it selfish of him!"
Her companion opened her lips as if to
speak, shut them again, and went on read
ing The City of Dreadful Night"
Dick was in the park, walking round and
round a tree that he had chosen as his con-
fidant for many Sundays past. He was
swearing audibly, and when he found that
the infirmitics of the English tongue hem
med his rage. he sought consolation in
Arabic which is expressly designed for the
use 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 at the proposition
that the queen could do no wrong.
'4It's a losing game, he said. 'sIm worth
nothing when a Whim Of hers is in question.
But in a losing game at Port Said we used
to double the stakes and go on. She do .
Melancolia 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 linework because it means real
work, and yet she's stronger than | am, III
mako her understand that I can beat her on
her own AIelancolia Even then she wouldn't
care. She says l car only do blood and
bones, dQn't believe she has blood IN her
Yeins. Al the same love her; and must
go on loving her; and if I can humble her
inordinate vanity will. I'll do o Melancolia
that shall be something like s Nle!aneQ!!3-.
the Melancolia that transcends all wit
~. 70 It st once, con-bless her" lsA~@Ssa~>"~'-
y He discovered that tae notion would not
come to order and thot he could not free his
mind for IN hour from the thought Of
Maisie's departure He took very snail
interest in her rough studies for the Mel
anc0lia when she showed them next week,
The Sundays were 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 utilities" but the
little dog received SO many condolences both
from Torpenhow and Dick that he did not
trouble his tulip ears to listen.
Dick was permitted to see the girls off.
They were going by the Dover night boat;
and they hoped to return in August It was
then February, and 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 day there fretting over Won
derful possibility. Would Maisie at the
very last allow him one small kiss? He re-
flected that he might capture her by the
strong arm, as he had seen women cap
tured in the Southern Soudan, and lead
her away; but Maisie would never be led.
She would turn her gray eyes upon him and
say: Dick how selfish you are!" Then
his courage would fail him. 1t would be
better after all to beg for that kiss.
Maisie looked more than usually kissable
as she stepped from the night mail on to the
windy pier, in waterproof and little gray
cloth travelling cap. The red-haired girl
was not so lovely. Her green eyes were
hollow and her lips were dry. Dick saw
the trunks aboard, and went to Maisie's
side in the darkness under the bridge. The
mail bags were laundering into the fore
hold and the red-haired girl was watching
them.
you'll have a rough passage tonight,
said Dick. Its blowing outside. / sup
pose may come over and see you if Tn
good?"
You mustn't. / shall be busy At least
if I want you I'll send for you. But / shall
write from Vitry-sur-Marne. l shall have
heaps of things to consult you about. Oh
Dick you have been SO good to me $50 good
to mel"
''Thank you for that, dear. 1t hasn'tmadt
any difference, has it!"
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