Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-10-08
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CHAPTER VI.

across Madison square. I'm going 20 /
have Won meet some other fellows |
friends Of mine, Ii will be we'll for you /
70 know them"
And he ran over list Of namess, all |
familiar to Tom and young, like himself /
artists, writer's, painters and wealthy /
dilettantL His heart grew large with /
pride. he tingled with anticipation /
aud tremors Of ecstacy passed over him I
,,ss N he had drunk the distilled witch |
raft OF the moonlight. The artistic
world was his 70 enter, and Delatoie, /
leader, was holding the door open Ior
him. Like o companion picture In
shadow rose the memory or tho nlght
when he walked alone tn the rain In the /
sore travail of spirit out OF which this
FIRST success was born. Was be that
man? Was the illuminated blue ABOVE
him the same sky he had looked ~
then?
"Irs so awiully good Of you to give
me this opportunity he SAID, ana
Delatole understood all that the Joyous
infection in his voice expressed.
There was not much about the ingen-
nous Young fellows beside him Delatole
did not shrewdly understand. 1t was
his custom to study the people he met
and adapt them il possible 70 his re-
oulrements OF the moment lie USED
his friends. When they tired OF serving
him. be turned his secret enmity 70 &C
count whenever opportunity offered Oy
making them the subjects Of Scintilla-
ting scathing attacks ln the press that
added 10 his fame. How Murray could
serve him be had not Jet determined,
hut his gratitude was what he wanted.
Such fresh aud promising material.
which would easily receive whatever
impress be might place upon IT, was not
met with every day.
"Oh, you needn't thank me, Murray,
he said, with his acid smile and shlVer-
ing even In the depths OF his cumOer-
soma coat as an icy wind swept across
the square: I'm little bit proud OF
this chance to take you up. You
mustn't be too modest. You are sue
cess. You've written play that caught
the town. play that will live. How
Won did 40 is q mystery 20 me. You
haven't lived long enough 90 know the
awful truth OF all you've said. Once
or twice there was pain 10 the place
nv heart used 20 be- Read what I've
said Of you 20 The Challenge tomorrow
l went out during the act aud dashed
of criticism in beer saloon. In a
few days TT 60 into toe subject az some
length, and-Well, you'll, Seei But tel
me now how your inspiration came.
You're something Of problem TO me.
al haven't known mucn life, SAID
Tom. land I suppose Im unSophlstlca-
ted and credulOus. But somehow i
understand this game In which as yet
I've scarcely taken a hand. Somehow
seem 10 know how I would suffer IN
der the stress OF the temptation de-
scribed. Some Of the words burned me
as wrote them. l lived To the scene.
Within nv own consciousness loved,
struggled, fell and repented with my
hero"
60 on. like 70 hear YOU. You
sounded the depths OF YOUR emotional
possibilities before the water was trou-
bled. / understand. The plummet
went 10 a dark depth 90 have given you
even a shadowv Insight into such inten-
selv human mistakes and pain. Think
of II. by Jovel You whO've hardly
known sorrow made the women weep.
And that small, pale ray Of promise at
the end was maSter,y.'
Tom feft nearuess to this stranger
almost an affection, as he listened. by
degrees his uueveutiful history was Won
from him. He felt little abaShed at
its nothngness the narrative OF days
flowing quietly 10 an questionable
neirhborhood and his almost trlendleSs
condition.
cot course there are Mr.. Kent and
Virginia" be said more brightly, "0ut
j know few people in New York. l
didn't care for the fellows In college.
NY father died four months ago. That
was my first grief, as l don't remember
nv mother az alI. I would often have
felt desperately lonely it had not been
for Virginia
The girl met tonight? All, Yes.
Pretty eyes Rather a dangerous sort
OF friend, l should think, for fellow
like you
You don't know what she's been TO
me" said Tom. And then, mOr0idly
fearful Of appearing sentimental, be re-
lapsed into silence.
Ds.atoIe asked no question. There
was no need oiOne.
,Isn't 10 strange, said Tom after 8
pause flied only with the crunch OF
their footsteps ca the frost hardened
snow. al used 10 think myself awiully
wrecked and fOrsaken sometimes? i
had and arrogant idea that / was the
most abused fellow 10 New York. But
after had grouped my characters and
grew 70 know their imagined races
afrer had kuotted the tragic thread
that belg them. then / knew the diuer-
ence. Poverty and the small perpie&i-
ties of my life lost their sting when
faced the picture OF q stricken soul OF
INV own creating. No, / can never be
hitter or disconnected again. / have
learned a new and sweet philosophy
IN accept the uttleresses Of life gladly,
II only peace 90 with them"
Dslatola's eyes we're fixed upon him
,ow The burning end Of the cigar be
tween Toms lips threw a red CLEAN
noon his darkly handsome face sc every
risrIratloD. The dresmlnesS sOfteniug
A. the lingering tenderness with which
- s,olre tho Iast slow words, told his
oor,ranion that what he had half divin-
al before was true-if Murray had not
loved AZ least love had uot passed him
by. ,,., NJ.
tojs's alert attention. He thought Of
His exhausted sensi0lities and Of the
faded commonplace which even the best
and brightest in lie had become to him.
TVbat would he not give 20 have back
the youth Of heart he saw In Toms
"Fresh for the feast with spurs val
family won in the fray and under the
domioation OF q romantic passlOa-per-
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