The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1892-06-12

remember this and understand what
mean, perhaps, though on the whole we
had far better forget it all l shall proba-
bly, not see you again. Shall we say good
by now2v
mot" she cried, 81 shall never forget
nor will you, however hard you try. AS u
saying good by, cannot say IT,"
she turned and laid her head against tht
wall behind her. When she looked VI
again she was alone, and was it her imagin-
alton or was some one really singing VIII
all its mockiug beauty fully emphasized
81 tn ne N Anne pas, je t'aime?'
ut is all over" said Miss Methuen, half
aloud, there is nothing left OF 1t but {
hateful ghost;'' and the wierd music fol.
lowed her down the stars, fitting re
QUEEN for the burial Of her shattered
dream.
1t was the month of May, the merry
month of May in Paris. The gay world
was all agog in that pleasure-lovlng capl-
tai, and the salon-an unusually good salon,
too, every one said--was crowded with Wis
itors every afternoon.
MY dear Dora you don't know how
proud | am of myself and OF you. Ii Is the
next most important thing TO being an ex-
hibitor oue's self, to be ciceroned through
the galleries by one of the most successful
artists of the year"
1t was Nine Van der Hayden who said
this, as she and Miss Methuen made their
way slowly through the tnrong in the
Palais de pIndustrie.
Ppm glad you appreciate the honor" re-
piled Miss Methuen "To think that have
studied here for two years now, and how
absurd the idea sounded to me when Wau-
tiers first suggested IL at the tusalns'
soiree''
81 remember that soree," said Nine.
Van der Heyden, with sharp glance at
her companion. II was extremely disRp-
pointed that De Lastrin never appeaaed at
it. BY the way, dear, you might tell me
how it was your tame bear turned wild
again and rushed off to the jungles. Did
you really refuse him!'
81 told you before,'' replied Miss Me-
thuen, "that l did not refuse him"
And you have heard nothing OF him
since ne vents"
"Nothing.n
HE didn't stay in his senses long, dear, !"
Her companion made no reply
land your picture" began Madame Van
der Heyden again, your Jason Yoking,
the Fiery Oxen, where does that come"
"We are just reaching it-there 1t IS"
"Dear me, aud what crowd around 1t!
1t will take US half an hour to work our
way through. Iw0nder,n she added slyly
''wnat De Lastrin will say of your sue
cessH'
ne Wall LOl uSdT VI H.
but, dear it is in all the art journals. I"
"Art journals do not get so far as the
Congo" SAID Miss Methuen.
mot often, perhaps replied Simonne,
"but chance one might; in fact [ may as
well make clean breast of it. You know
that paragraph which appeared i'll the
BedltG Arts few weeks before the salon
opened, speaking of your picture and Du-
rams appreciation of it. Well, l took the
liberty Of marking the paragraph and send
ing the paper to your cousin"
"My dear Simonne, you didn't"
My dear Dora, l did. l thought It
would cheer his heart to see that his lucid
interval had borne such excellent fruit"
BY this time the two friends had SO far
penetrated the throng in front of the pic
ture as to be able to see it. Lifting her
glasses to her eyes, Madame Van der Hey
den looked long and carefully at what, by
universal consent, was pronounced one OF
the pictures of the year.
Dora" she said at length, ''of course
you know Pm no judge of how it's done.
If your master is charmed, what is left for
me TO say. But one remark l must make,
and that is: Where did you find that face
for your Jason?"
From my Imagination. was Miss Me-
thuen's somewhat curt reply.
prom your imagination" repeated her
friend MY dear, l should rather call IL
from memory"
Miss Methuen's color rose slightly.
81 don't understand you," she said.
''Yes, you do, my dear. OF course it is
not patent 10 the general public; but l can
see distinctly that in your Jason's face you
have been painting De Lastrin; not as he
really looks, but as he ought to look If you
had succeeded in carrying out your benevo
lent idea of bringing him TO his senses.
Now, Dora, confess"
There Is nothing to confess" replied
the girl stiffly.
And Madame Van der Hayden saw that
there was an end of the subject.
''I3y the way. dear" she went on, sis it
true that you have refused 10000 francs
for this picturen'
81 did not paintit to sell, answered Miss
Methuen. Then she looked hastily at her
watch. Il had almost forgotten" she
said, shat have an appointment at the
studio The man who offered 10000 francs
insists on giving me commission. / don't
want commissions, but have consented to
the interview"
"Some pertinacious American, no
doubt" said Nine. Van der Heyden.
''Shall | come and give you my supportW
'If you please,n replied Dora; ana they
left the gallery together.
YES, the concierge said, there was q
gentleman in the studio. He had given no
name; he was waiting for Mademoiselle
Dora hurried up stairs, framing polite re-
joinders to the probable per tinacity of her
visitor. AS she opened the studio door,
however, she stood still on the threshold
The color mounted to her face and then
left her pale and trembling. 1t was Nine.
Van der Heyden who came to her rescue.
''Well, Marquis" she cried effusively,
this is a delightful surprise. We have
just been talking Of you as of a remote
exile. Have you given up the jungles and
savages altogether, or have you only come
back to give commissions TO popular ar
tists2n
Il came back to see the salon." replied
De Lastrin, looking not at the speaker but
at her cousin.
''You didn't" cried Nine. Van der Hey
den, trlumphsntly. NOW l know my
newspaper was at the bottom of this
Well Dora. suspect you can dispense with
my support, as the troublesome American
Is only myth l bid you both good for
the present. BY the way Marquis, ! hope
you are not returning to the Congo again
Immediately"
Il cannot say" replied De Lastrin; sit
all depends"
Then Nine. Van der Heyden laid her
hands on Dora's shoulders, and kissing
her on either cheek. whispered:
''My dear, it all depends on how you put
the last touch on your masterpiece"
Dora, said De Lastrin, as her footsteps
died away on the stairs, II know | have
no claim to be heard, but please let me
speak The new life l tried TO live has
been total failure. From the first felt
l had left something behind which I should
never find again, and which l was I'M
worthy to return to seek. Itried in vain to
master the regret to prove to myself that
l had acted for the best l have thought
OF you night and day. When 1 heard of
your success / felt that l must share it by
coming to look at your picture. Imeant to
see it and then 20 back; but having seen it
having understood tor am | mistaken