The morning call., 1893-09-10


name will become familiar to them. Is
not that celebrity? 1t Is almost powerH
No thought of the man whose work was
to make her famous entered into her mind
there was no room there for any other
image than her own.
II did not think you were so ambitious"
he said.
'Ah, you don't know me-" she an
swered. when | was child / used 10
dream of becoming great actress aud of
crOwding big houses with my name. Then,
as l moved before vast and silent audi
ence, all eyes were fixed on me, ali ears
were filled with my voice, all hearts were
thrilled by my power. l triumDhed above
my rivals and somewhat disdainfully ac-
cepted the thunders of applause which
were my due"
She laughed aloud at the picture.
II suppose your mother wouldn't hear of
you going on the boards" he suggested.
"Oh, mamma never had much influence
over me. She has been an invalid as long
as remember, and she has no will Of her
own. | have always acted on my own
judgments. ] abandoned the idea of be.
coming an actress on consideration, though
| know | can act.
"And what is the dream that now fills
your life% the artist asked.
'Ah, mustn't tell y0u," she answered,
smiling at him.
Don't you think" be asked in that low.
earnest tone that always Impressed her.
that true happiness lies. not In fulfilled
ambition, but in loving and in being
loved ?''
You are romantic" she said, evading
his question.
mo matter what ] am, l love you," he
replied, beginning to quver from excite
ment.
on have told me that BEFORE" she re-
marked, watching the pallor of his face
and the glowing brightness of his eyes with
an Interest such a an anatOmist might feel
in examining a fresh subject.
81 know l have; forgive me. ! cannot
help repeating 1t again and again. [
love you" he said in grave and earnest
voice.
She made no answer and he continued.
Think how happy we might be in the
future"
''Or how miserable"
He felt chilled, but overcoming the feel
ing he replied:
Miserable we snail never be for 1 shall
love you always"
She with emotion scarcely stirred Looked
on passlvely, analyZing her own feelings.
His aTdOr fiattered her. but she credited
herself wit h the power of inspiring his at
fectlon. 10 be loved was pleasure she
appreciated, but to love as lie did was an
impOssibilty to her nature. She pitied
him and almost experienced a faint sense
of gratitude.
DO you love me?" he asked breath
lessly.
She hesitated second, and then seeing
his anxiety and being unwilling to pain
him, she answered In so low voice that it
was almost whisper:
"Yes."
Then be my wife," he cried ont jubi-
lantlv.
NO" she answered quickly. "at least,
not yet"
She reflected that she was still young
and all the world lay before her. She must
not bind herself, some great event might
happen in her life. Why was she given
these ambitious longin2s if it were not to
toreshadow and prepare her for high
destiny? Then she thought of Lord Edge
hill, who had danced with her three times
on Monday night. and she knew he
admired her; his eyes assured her Of
that.
You don't know how love you; you
don't know how | suffer" Oliver Ormand
continued: when you are absent / long
for you, even though your presence is a
torture, my love is SO great and you are SO
cold"
People who have loved as you have be-
fore marriage become miserable after
ward. NY father once loved my mother
passionately, and now they have been
separated for years. Marriage is binding
takes" she said, speaking deliberately.
do you trust me ?" she asked
''1mplicitly-but l don't trust myself"
Perfect love casteth out fear" lie
quoted.
Then don't know what true love is"
she replied.
mo, your heart is not yet awake, but If
you love me little will be satisfied" he
exclaimed.
He was sitting on the dais at her feet;
her left hand dropped by her side; he
seized and covered it with kisses.
ave must wait, | cannot bind myself"
she remarked.
waiting means torture" he said.
''Consenting might mean greater misery
He got up and walked to the other end
of the room.
Il shall love you always; you alone"
he murmured.
do you wish me to sit longer to-day ?"
she asked. glancing at the portrait.
mo. How can Iwork? lam all upset;
my mind is confused"
Then tomorrow" she suggested
mo. l must have time 10 recover and
master myself 80 that this may not occur
again. / plead in vain, L am miserable !'
But you will finish it, even though /
may seem unkind?"
Finish it? Certainly. No matter what
happens. snail always love you. cannot
help that, even il l would"
She went to the window and called
Billy, who was rushing about the tennis
court. Then turning to the artist she
said:
shall you 90 to the Moncrlefs' ball to-
night?"
''If you will be there-yes.
"Ob, yes. 1 am going"
You will keep ne some dances? 2"
"Of course; come early and secure
them"
AS she followed her brother into the hall
Oliver Ormand once more raised her hand
TO his lips.
When they had gone he returned to the
studio and walked about restlessly. He
knew that such affection as he gave
Philis CrOmartie could never be returned
by her, and with his love was mingled
despair. Yet to become Indifferent to her
would be an imr ossi biiiy. His nature
was sensitive, his temperament more
highly strung than his fellows, by reason
of which he had suffered much through
life, but never had he known such pain as
this, where, stretched upon the rack of
suspense, he was torn by doubt. He put
away her portrait with its face to the wall.
but he could not shut her image from his
sight. He " ent into the garden and stroye
TO read a magazine, but the words lie read
oWVA1wa tn Ia 1