Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1891-02-21
HIS PICTURE OR HERS?

Well" Trevor Winton remarked.
rs 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 had not been going away"
he remarked, with mans usual
aversion to having his picture taken.
But Hello! what's ti1is?'
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 young lady
head and shoulders, with iillet and
bordered robe that well became the
delicate Greek features of one of the
most beautiful girls Trevor Winton
had ever laid eyes upon.
Well he said, after q moments
contemplation, that is an odd mis-
take. iwonder If she has one of my
pictures in exchange for this ono Of
hers? never saw anything so love-
Tyr
He looked at it again and again. It
was a face that grew upon one--the
eyes were 90 soft and speaking, the
beautiful lips so tender aud sweet.
Trevor put the photograph on his
dressing-case. He looked at it doz-
en- times.
What fool l amr' he exclaimed.
II 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 woman whom |
shall worship if | ever meet her"
lie was TO sail for Europe the next
..lay. aud tine picture went with himssi
He called it his Greek princess"
The beautiful photograph had certain
ly taken his heart by storm.
Trevor Winton travelled everyw here.
but somehow he found pleasure in
nothing. Palace and hovel alike fail
ed TO interest him.
Il was fool 10 come away" he
said, restlessly. Who knows? |
nav have lost nv only chance of ever
finding her. If | had gone back to
the gallery | might have learned who
she was. But now--I may eat my
heart out with longing for the sight OF
a face that is known TO me onIy in
semblaucc."
He called himself fool. but his
feelings were too strong for him. In
six weeks he was back in London, de-
termincd 10 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.
lie 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 | ever see her?' he said.
"Where is she tonight, wonder? All,
if had only the power to follow where
my heart would go how soon would
fiRd her?'
He took book aud read awhile.
but the wind without disturbed him.
There was wild storm in the air.
Rain sputtered down the chimney aud
the windows ratified.
Il am more restless than ever to-
night" he said. Il wonder what ails
mep | 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 are
certainly fool, or you are stark, star.
ing madI
The clock struck one. He walked
over and opened the door OF his bed
room. which led out into the main cor
ridor.
The house was wrapped in slumber,
and still as death.
Il suppose the clerk is sound asleep
Trevor observed. stepping out into the
hail. IL should like above all things
to have some cigars"
He walked softly down the corridor,
where dim light shone.
He looked over the stairway. There
was no one astir but suddenly as he
turned about he became conscious that
some one was coming toward him.
1t was the figure of a woman. clad
In loose robe of some pale-biue ma
terial. Her golden hair was hoating
down her back in beautiful profusion.
Her face
Trevor uttered low cry; his very
heart seemed to cease beating. Ii was
his Greek princess who was coming
toward him--a woman walking in the
strange preoccupation OF one who
sleeps.
Trevor held out his arms impulsive-
ly. She could not see him. Her
slumbering brain was conscious OF
nothing, aud yet some strange at
traction seemed to draw her toward
him.
Eat lastr' he cried. rapturousG.
my beautiful one, have found your'
For the moment he forgot every
thing. The whole scene faded from
his attention. He saw only her. and
as she came straight to his side he
caught her in his armA
The fcrvor Of that embrace aroused
her. She opened her eyes. and they
rested for moment on Trevor's hand
soms face.
us Il you?" she whispered. "Ah.
feared we should never meetT
my darling" he said. If you
knew how Iloyed You aud longed for
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