The Sully County watchman. (Clifton, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1894, 1893-02-10
ter the temple of fame.

with success and put few pounds
in Edith's slender purse.
Edith had the languid Italian tenn
permanent, inherited from her mother,
| but she also had the Italian vengeful-
ness, and the insult she had received
| was a spur to her ambition.
The path was much less thorny than
she had expected. She found herself,
| she scarcely knew how, put in the
way of good models and works of in
struction. Then one or two celebrated
artists began to notice the pictures
with "E. G." tucked away in one COR
ner, and the quiet little studio often
held many an "R. A."
Edith had long since removed to a
real studio, as Mrs. Grierson called
it, and reveled in the good light and
abundance of room, her pictures gain
ing color and strength like plants.
The years pass quickly by some
times. and yet work wondrous changes,
and when five had been counted from
that May day when Macbeth was
turned out of the exhibition "E. G."
found herself really famous and nearly
rich.
Time cannot accomplish all things,
however, and he had failed to quench
Edlth's bitter hatred toward Strettcn.
that burned as tiercely as when, so
long ago she had first heard that
he had reviled her picture out of
spite.
Inc tables were turned; she was
rich and he was poor; she was famous
and his name was scarcely known; yet
it seemed as if her triumph lacked
the triumph of revenge.
One evening at little dinner party
given i'll her honor Edith heard that
Stretton was very i'll and in really des-
tltute circumstances.
She sat perfectly silent, while a
small fire Of ejaculation ran round the
table. Nearly every one knew and
liked Stretton, and were all lawfully
sorry or very much distressed" as
their inclinations were toward slang
or pure English.
The fact was that Stretton was too
true an artist to become tradesman
in his profession. He studied nature
and scorned all tricks s-those tricks
that make money in this world.
Yet he was by no means failure
and people were beginning dimly to
appreciate his wonderful ability when
this illness came and "knpcked his la
Dor all endways," as little Boggs would
phrase it.
Edith merely looked grim and asked
for his address, which she took down
carefully in her note book.
The following day she had the whole
thing fought out in her mind. She
would 90 and visit him in all the glory
Of her prosperity; she would let him
see that the artist whose picture he
had treated with much open scorn had
found success, but she checked her.
self; it was not right to give away to
such feelings.
The poor fellow was sick and help
less. She could not 90 to see him Just
from revenge. She began to think
that cherishing hatred had warped
one side of her nature.
So that afternoon, with what are
called "miXed motives" believe, she
stepped into her little brougham,
dressed in the richest of black silks, to
express a long bank account and car
rying basket of peaches and white
grapes to express the Christian charity
part
She stopped at a careworn-looking
house, where neat. faded old woman
opened the door and upon Mr.. STREET
ton being inquired for directed her
to the second floor, front"
She was lame, or she would 60 up
herself, and her sister was out who
usually answered the bell"
So Miss Grierson mounted the stairs
alone and tapped at the second floor,
'front.'" In a moment little Boggs ap-
peared with very red eyes and rather
sternly ushered her in without a word
of greeting.
Edith began eracioasly: "How do
you do, Mr.. Boggs? l came-" but
stopped short, petritied. Was that
her Scene from Macbeth" hanging
over the mantelpiece?
AS surely as it was the 21st of Nav
and that she was alive and breathing.
Aud what were those smaller ones on
either side? Two studies from Shak-
speare, with Il. g." in the corner.
She slowly surveyed the walls
They were covered with her earlier
pictures - those she had carried to
Smells with her own hands.
well, you've found it opt at last"
said little Boggs, watching her with
folded arms.
What does it mean?" she gasped.
"Mean" cried little Boggs, reckless
ly. We'll, he can't live more than
two hours, and you might as well
know all. 1t means that he has sac
riticed his whole life"
And there, in that little second
floor, 'front.'" that warm May after
noon, Edith Grierson heard the whole
story--how Stletton had bought her
pictures and praised them to other
people; how he had neglected oppor-
tunities that she might profit by them;
how he had helped her in secret and
served her like slave; wasted his life,
his time, his talents to atone for a few
very hasty words that he had spoken
and she had overheard.
Miss Grierson just sat down on the
hardest chair in the room and began
to cry, with her face hidden in her
hands. But thought he had spite
a gainst me.' she said, at length"
"Spite!" snorted little Boggs, with
lierceness, considering