Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-10-15
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"In another year you viii be as ar
tistlcally ruined as that glass"
Not dreaming Of the selfish motive
prompting this violent objection and
listening 20 words that were a passion
less prophecy, Tom could not resist the
shudder that Ominously passed over
him.
zone would think talked Of COM
hitting crime" And the words were
breathieSS.
''And so you are. Isn't &c 4 crime TO
throw away your chance? Life doesn't
offer too many Of them. Let me tell
you, too, my dear fellow, that you do
not strike me as one who would culti-
vate the virtues Of patience and humili-
" under the stress Of failure aud pow
erty. Marry now, when you have just
crossed the line, before your strength
has had a fair test, and you'll not only
fail, 5sa probably break your Wlie's
heart IL , year. You remember what
said 70 YOU last night. ] did not dream
then that YOU were thinking or the
madness OF an early marriage; that you
stood on the verge Of the abyss strewn
with the ruins OF good beginnings"
AS Tom listened bis face grew stern,
bis eyes searching.
'Why should fail because keep my
word 70 3 woman, better, truer, hun
dred times, than / am-nOt woman 70
reJard any mans progress? She naS
been NV inspiration. You don't know
Virginia. She is more TO me than any
thing 10 the world. / need not fail. i
will not fail.
He looked very stalwart, very deter
mined, as be lowered above Delatoie,
his blue eyes flashing a his intense face.
''What interest can have but FOR
your goOd?" asked his new friend, and
the silken voice held a soothing gentle
ness after Toms hot strained tones.
''Let US look az this matter disposition
ately. You are young. You have writ
ten one play Of startling strength and
charm. IL will bring YOU so much
money. Alone, independent you
would have a good income, be able 90
mix with the world, travel little and
feed your brain until 10 tsemed with
digested impressions gathered from
bOudOir and barrOOm. The same
money will not support
homo and q wife except ia a crsmpsd,
obscure way. Your love for her will be
another drawback 20 earnest work.
The treadmill OF your dull, loving, re-
spectacle existence day n and day out
ia some little Fat will afford no fever
ish impetus 80 your imagination. You
will never write a play worth having
typeWriLten on the inspiration offered
By baby's fists. All, have 1 not
watched the mental paralysis set In De-
fore? Love is bad enough, but love
and poverty"
Tom turned away aud faced the win
dow. he did not seek the park. For
Just one moment the gray picture Della
tole stretched rose before him, and an
acute. unmeasured despair took hold Of
him.
He beat it back fercelv. he would
not believe. But the resistance was no
longer buoyant; 10 was forced.
Then there is the other siie-iree-
dom knowing no limit, continued Del
tole In q sOliloQuizing tone as be walked
up and down smoking, never once CLAN
cling OF the silent, erect figure In
the window. Freedom. Only those
who have surrendered it know the
full sweetness Of that word. Every
door would be open to you.
You need not only be o BOhe-
milan. A fellow like YOU, Of undOuoted
talent, well looking, clever, indepeR-
dent and with some money, would not
have to knock az societv's golden door
for admission. IL would fly open 70
II 60
but 10 Is always well for an artist 20
become acquainted with every sort OF
human. Under conditions Of this sort
your artistic vein would warm and eX-
Dand, your nature vbrate GO change
after change. The man who enters a
race fettered is a fool. When l have
said this, have said ALL"
There was silence after these words
and then the ruStling OF paper. Tom
hastily turned aud saw Dalato.e leaning
against the table, looking ScOrnfuily
over each OF the pages whereon the
criticism was written thar had so de-
lighted him. A painful promoDition
made him cold, 5ut be said nothing.
"Ah, well, I wish 7 had known that
you contemplated this idiOCy before /
wasted time and money on you, Murray.
You didn't tell me, OF course. No rea-
son why you should. But ( assure you,
had / guessed what manner of man you
were, 1 wouldn't have plunged into
such a bewildering prophecy about
your future greatness. I'm not usually
so impulsive," aud be rent the sheets
half across before TOMS voice made
him pause.
lis this fair? II you really Ike The
Worlds Way, why don't you say SOP
The mysterious violet gray OF twi-
light stealing through the high win
dows behind him touched his young
face with shadows. IL was piuched,
eager, watchiul.
ooh. I'll do that, of course. a few
lines, a paragraph, will suffice, out not
mis- psalm OF victory, this heraidug OF
a new voice that is not 20 be stiIled, but
will rise agsin and sEain-nOt that.
You'll have 20 prove aIl I've said false
before I write you To that strain Aud
he was the incarnation Of bland imper-
sonal regret as the papers once more
iuttered in his hands.
He looked them over half reEretiully.
ats one OF the best things " ever
written, but in submission 70 my honest
opinion I must destroy it,"
In a few strides Tom was beside him.
They looked intentlY at each other.
Toms eyes wavered and fell.
"Don't-don't," he said, and his voice
was half cbOked. "Give me time. Let
me think"
Half an hour later they were walking
M University place. They dined at a
choUhouse freQuented by Bohemia,
where tables we're bare aud beer was