The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1894-08-08

which she bad such a goodly store, but
it was too late to draw back, 50 she con-
tented herself with shaking her head
at the young man who stood waiting
for her at the front door.
ITS a very poor showing you have
VIII, and very little can say to en-
courage you,r she began in answer to
his eager, questioning face. "Rosalie
is silent as one of her clay figures, and
the other girls unusually retieent. They
are simply unapproaehabIe through
any ordinary channel
II do not intend ever again to ask RO-
sale Norton TO be my wife," returned
Everett proudly. II shall force her to
love me. My will is strong enough.
This time ! shall WOO her through no
spoken word-and then when am
sure-well, l cannot tell. / could scarce
ly answer for myself"
81 think il is her art-her desire to
be famous-that stands in your way"
said Flora.
'But her course is a mistaken one
the very fire that love kindled would
light her genius"
"A very practical way of stating the
ease, bat not up to the standard of those
practical girls. You are too idle. VIII
ifyou will excuse my eandOr, some pur-
pose in your life, however, lowly, would
irresistible appeal to them. Would
you gain Rosalie's love you must work
up 10 her notion of what man should
be. You are a natural musician. Then
why do you not stretch out those skill
full fingers of yours and draw some Of
your wandering brothers into the path
Of harmony? You have never known
a want Give to them that instruction
the want (which has barred the world
from some most perfect music ; but
there, | am mOralizing, and you, no
doubt, are wishing me out of the way
with my tiresome chatter. Well, then
goodbye" and with smile and nod
Miss Flora Westbrooke went rapidly
down the street
"Aha !, my fine young woman" solil-
oquized DOrothea from an upper win
dow, ''yOu tarried long enough Ia but
ton a dozen gloves at the front door.
The plot thiekens, heigho. They'll be
too much fire without the steam heat
in seven rooms and bath"
But life went on apparently unehang-
ed though a close e observer might have
been aware Of an intense undereurrent
that stirred through the every day
homeiy cares. ROsalie spent long hours
in her tiny work room, when she was
not busted with the simple housekeep-
ing. She had now before her the most
puzZling and the most Interesting Of ar
tistic studies-the modelling Of a head
that should portray her conception Of
physical and mental pOwer-ccmbined
with that high moral beauty which
would he strong, yet feminine firm
yet gentle, generous, noble, loving, all
in one.
Day after day she labored, untiring
in her earnestness, and with unfiag-
ing energy. Yet she was never salts
fled. There was something lacking
certain sOftness, an indescrihable
touch, the want Of which her quick
eve at once detected, but she dreaded
lest her hand should ruthlessly mar
some salient point. She could not tell,
with all her skill, just where the trou-
BILE lay, and after much perturbation
she called in her sister for criticism.
"Your face needs color announced
Evelyn after a careful scrutiny ''Of
course | do not mean the real applica-
tion of pigments, but a certain life quail
ity which makes you forget that you
are looking at clay. | think now this
is clever work of yours, executed with
an accuracy of no common order, but |
would rather recognize in this woman's
head divine inspiration, which must
say cannot find here. Were il put
into marble il would still and forever
remain marble, it would never appeal
to me n flesh and blood"
Bravo Evelyn, you argue well,
from your eolorist's standpoint" cried
Dorothe,, approvingly "You are right
and wrong, however. True, the color
may he lacking, but it Is rather soul
tint than a flesh tint Rosalie's wo-
man has never loved ; when she does,
mono voyono. You see I study faces,
too, quite A. keenly and as critically a
you do, and know the symptoms, "
with a slrewd glance at her sister.
''Now, Evelyn has given you the guide
and the goal, but, remember, il must
be love crowned with fulfillment which
shall irrldiate that face. Cupid must
not not be defrauded of his lawful
spoils," and Dorothea escaped with a
laugh from the reproachful gaze the
young sculptor sent after her, only to
enjoy with redoubled zest the pretty
she was weaving out Of her real life.
"A ''true and true" romance grew
under her ready pen-thOugh the eli
max Of the tale was withheld through
force of ofeircumstances, and "a she watch
ed the silent bit of lOve-making her inn
patient spirit waxed wrOth at what she
deemed a needless delay.
Will Everett kept his word and be-
tween these two househOlsls, once On
terms Of intimacy, only the most for
NAL calls were now exchanged His
sister Mary did most Of the visiting for
the girls held aloof aud the young man
devoted himself with great arior to his
IN Isle.
DOrothea, ever on the alert, soon dis
covered that the sound Of his piano
Travelled up through the pipes Of the
steam register, and she also observed
that while Resale still eraved air at
odd minutes, she often uneOnseiOusly
fingered by the heater, drinking in the