The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-01

old library. eve have not had such a
storm this summer
Il am glad you came" she said, sink
ing down into a warm leather chair
~ hough / am not afraid of thunder
storms, 1 have been out on the porch
watching it, and l suppose it was very
wicked, but I've been wishing the light
ming would strike me, that is if would
Kill me outwright.
~ ou should not say that, he said, re
provingly.
Il can't help wishing it so. ] thought
might as well say it, ] am so miserable -
You are not we'll" he said, gently /.
you have been looking pale for a week
You are worried about your father. DO
you think he would ob. ect to an inter
viewt l would like to see if could do
anything for him}'
Then you think he is sicll" she asked
eagerly. come, / will take you to the
studio now, but forgot he told me not to
come to him for an hour. / turned the
no -r-gIass before you came in; the sand
has MOI run down. We will have to wait. :"
Let me ask you something" he said,
staining before her in front of the empty
fireplace. 1t is about something / want
TO take with me to Germany l have been
here week longer than | expected, and
now my patients need me"
And you want me to give YOU some
thing TO take TO them9 Oh, you can have
anything. Are you going away so soon9'
she asked, looking respectfully up at him.
Il have stayed to ask you for this some
thing that value more than anything on
earth. ! love my profession better than
my life, but love the something you can
give me more Perhaps | have been too
abrupt / am not eloquent. l cannot
plead my own cause. ] can never repay
you except by cneerishing it in my heart,
protecting it with my life and loving it
better than | do myself
Il am sure | do not know what have, y
she said in amaZement.
You can give me your love" he said,
passionately
Why reckon gave you that long ago,
but | never thought about your loving ne.
Why, think OF all the wealthy, beautiful,
talented women in the world. They
would all love YOU if you would let them.
on wish did not love you. prayed
that might not"
Prayed that you might not, Eliza
beth9"
Il reckon it was because YOU were GO
ing away so far and because / did not
think you cared for me. | found myself
crying the other night when ! thought
about it,
Now we can go far away together"
"Oh, mo- she interrupted. II love
you. and | don't mind telling you so, but
cannot marry SeI, for who would take
care of father"
I'VE will take your father with us; he
can study art in Germany, and the sea
voyage will bring back his health"
Let us 60 ask him. You are so good,
let us go ask him now"
Together they assembled the rickety oak
stairway. The old painter sat in. low
canvas chair before his easel, his back
toward them
Father" she said, timidly. 81 have
brought DIR. Harcourt to see you" Going
up TO him, she laid her hand caressingly
upon his gray head. Father is the pic
ture finished Sh!" She held her finger
warningly to her lips "He has fallen
asleep. Look at the picture. Is it not
wonderful Father has created the at
mosphere for which he has striven SO
long"
Bolenbroke had created a wonderful
atmosphere, dark, murky, impenetrable;
one ar. its light stiiled in clouds, illum-
ined the weird twilight scene.
Elizabeth stopped to pick up her
fathers palette which had fallen to the
floor; rising, she saw his face
'Oh, God T. she cried, in terror, "his
eyes are open-his hands are so cold.
What can it be- What can it be-"
Harcourt hurried 10 the painters side
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life spark which his skill had kindIed
into flame so many times before. One
moment and he knew it was useless. The
picture, his life work, was finished the
artists soul had sped to the world of
shadows where all he loved had gone so
long before.
Father" cried Elizabeth, covering at
his feet, father, look at me Now you
can love me, father, now you can love
me-"
Elizabeth" Harcourt took her
trembling form in his arms, Elizabeth,
my darling, it is death. Remember | am