Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-07-16

terrupted, laughing. II am sure you
nnst not leave out that item. To most
men. I suppose, the ideal woman - tne
one who most devotedly supplies them
with all they want.
"PerhaDs so. And isn't that the true
ldeal?"
81 do not think so. A woman must
be something more than the servant or
plaything, or even companion OF man.
She must be an individual, and have q
real life OF her own, independent OF
him" :,
mo, no, you are wrong" he said,
smiling. "You, of all women, cannot
believe In the perfection OF any lie leo
by a woman apart from the man she
loves. and who loves her. l am sure
whatever reason may have kept
You q single woman-that you feel the
ideal life TO be the married life. You
show it. l have noticed that you forget
YOUR own individuality even when you
are with me. Your sympathies are all
given 10 me. You think OF my like and
dislikes; you remember all l have said
and done better than l remember my
self. If / were thu man you loved-if l
had been lucky enough TO be your nus
band-you could not, / fancy, more
completely merge your own idiosyncra-
sizes in Difference TO his-to mine, mean
Is not this true, Patience?"
She did not speak for moment; and
he saw, with curious satisfaction, the
warm blush mount to her forehead.
When her eyes met his they were won
derfully sweet, and young in their lustre
and softness.
~ was not thinking Of myself" she
said, "but Of the general question In the
abstract. 1 know it makes me very
happy to forget my own self In the
presence Of friend"
"Friend is cold title, Patince.
Friends may separate and not meet for
ive-and. twenty years. There is another
relationship"
He was bending toward her and had
put out his hands as though TO clasp
hers; In another minute the fates OF
these people would have been sealed.
If the farmers little daughter had been
a fashionable parlormaid and deliberate
In her movements Mr.. Roscoe would
have finished his sentence and asked
Patience TO be his wife. But with
rush and bounce Of excitement the door
was flung open at that critical instant,
and the unconscious instrument Of des-
tiny exclaimed:
"The coach is stopping here, Miss,
with an awful lot Of boxes and lady"
Patience and Mr.. Roscoe went to the
window.
"Cecllial had quite forgotten her!"
isn't it one OF George Bonds daugh-
ters?" they said in a breath.
"Yes. Do you know her?" said Pa
thence.
"He is a neighbor of mine, and I
have seen the three girls, one prettier
than another. This the prettiest, l
should say"
For Miss Cecilia Bond, tripping up
the walk, suddenly stood still with a
start; then a smile flashed across her
charming face. She waved her hand
toward the window.
Patience met her with double warmth
TO make up for her iorgetfuiness.
Cecilia would hear no apologies.
"Oi course you forgot me in this heav-
ealy place! How could you think OF me?
1t was sweet Of you to say l might come
II I liked, you dearest godmotherl So l
Just came you see! But-you are not
alone?"
''No, dear. An old friend Of mine is
staying near, and we have been on the
together. Come and warm
You must be tired and cold"
The girl did not look either tired or
cold. She was radiant with the bloom
Of He0e as she came into the fire
lighted room-her arm lovingly entwin-
ed in that of the elder woman-and
with exquisite grace, half shy and half
claimed acquaintance with
Mr.. Roscoe.
"Ah, no! It isn't likely you could
recognize me; but, of course, l know
you. We have not many great artists
ia our circle Of friends, and when my
father said he knew you we quite felt
that an honor was conferred upon US,
and we had something to boast Of. On!
| dare say you don't understand"
If ne did not understand, 1t was at
least agreeable TO receive the homage
Of this brilliant young beauty.
This is, indeed, reward or fame
worth tolling for" he said, with mock
earnestness. This is full compensa-
ton for the GOODNESS OF the captious
critics and the meauness of purchasers.
Miss Bond, that you and your sisters
should consider me "a great artist Is a
which | must henceforth
struggle to deserve.
Oh! but everyone knows you are
great artist" the young girl said with
"Don't they, Patience? l
am not silly to think so, am l? 1t isn't
ny ignorance? The world scknowl-
edges Mr.. Roscoe in the first rank-the
very first rank Of artists? Don't you
think SOP"
Her face was full Of esgerness, and
ovely flush covered her dimpled checks.
The artist turned his eyes for an in
slant TO the woman appealed TO, but
luicly let them rest again on Cecilia,
Patience looked very old and plain be-
,ide this perfect picture OF youthful
beauty, and her words sounded cold.
II have admired most Of MIR. Roscoe's
pictures very much" she said, "0ut l
10 not know what the world says about
hem, and do not care"
"Ohw Cecilia cried impatiently, "but
1ne must care. You want your friend
% be thought more of than any one else,
urely?"
Il want my friend to do better than
NV one else"
"You dear, high toned godmoteer"
aughed the girl. That exaulted attl-
ude is beyond me. want plenty Of
praise, and pudding, too, for
nv friends. Which of US is right, Mr..
2oscoe?"
II fear have most personal sympa-
nv with your view of things" he said,
but in the long run, the man who does
be best work will get the praise and
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