The Dickinson press., 1894-12-08

there-it is out OF the SUM-"
She obeyed. His quiet, courteous |
speech, so unlike anything she had
ever heard before. subdued and i'm
pressed her. 1t was like a revelation,
this handsome man, with his Difference
and his refinement: for Rufo, by ming
ling much with scholars and artists, |
and by reason Of a certain adaptability
and readiness to initiate. in his own
nature, might have passed into any So
ciety with credit and success, none
dreaming that he was not well born.
The girl took up her position where
he had desired her, and he wont on
with his work rapidly, and with zest.
He sketched her face only, and that,
with a gnickness which amazed her.
Then he went further to that rich por-
traiture which color alone gives, and
dashed in the lovely glow Of the face
with its carnation bloom on cheek and
lips; the great lustrious eyes, SO soft
and shadowy, with that look. half
pleased. half startled, that had first
attracted his attention and lived in his
memory then as on his canvas now.
The sup was sinking slowly to rest
as he finished and laid down his brush
with q sigh Of relief. You make an
excellent model" he said. "You are
so still. Would you like to see your
self?"
Eyes, if 1 may" she said half glad,
half shy, still, and drawing near with
a hesitation that seemed to him EN-
chanting.
He turned the picture toward her,
and her eyes fell on her own face rs
it looked back from the white coiorless
depths. Of the card board. She started
and a faint cry escaped her. That she
was so lovely as this she had not i'm
agined. The portrait which the old
painter had done for Genna was very
different. both in execution and work
manship. and q certain languOr and de.
light crept over her as she gazed on
and on, while the vain passion it ex-
cited crept like poison through her
veins.
Am I like that?"
Indeed, yes" he answered. did
you not know it,"
She covered her face with her hands
and turned away with a low glad laugh
of triumph. wonder and delight.
Then a shadow fell across her face.
She turned and looked at him. "And I
am buried here!!" she said discomfort
eddy.
ut is a hard fate for one Of your
sex and beauty" lie answered. The
world yonder would throne you higher
than your townsfolk do If it had the
chance"
IF it had the chance" she murmured
brokerly. "Oh, IL it only had!"
He looked at her curiously. you
have not much heart. fair MS you are"
he thought. "and already you have TAX
en- the first step in the downward
pnth-discontent." Aloud he said: THAT
rests with yourself, surely"
She looked ut him in amazcment.
"With myself! How"
"A wOman SO young and lovely as
yourself need be at a loss to make
the world hear of her"
But l am SO poor and ignorant. I
have not a friend. I just live on here
from day to day; from week to week;
it is just as I said to Genna, always
the samoa life like the oxen and the
mules lead-plodding, wearisome, and
with a sameness that sickens me-"
He laughed with evident amusement
Impatient bird, to long to quit your
nest of safety and shelter! All, it is
always so with the young
You roam-is the world very beauti-
ful?' she asked eagerly.
Very. But l am not a woman
why cannot we see and enjoy it,
) too"
, why? oh, because to the young and
fair of your Sex the world is like a
widespread net that traps the helpless
l birds, and, once having captured, holds
them forever"
The girl looked away from him owe,
to the sun. crowned hills where the
t golden light still softly fingered. Hel
e mind was restless and Ill at ease. ant
j full Of impatient desires. What coule
; this "world'' be like? she wondered
e The more she thought of it, the greater
grew her longing to benold 1.-THE long
9 ing for wider spheres. for forbidden de
I lights that is Unborn in women sc often
and 80 often terminates n their eterna
misery and suffering.
u II do not believe it," she said,' q
last, answering his words. "A trap
!, well, I would escape, or break tn
> meshes."
He laughed aloud. "It might balm,
: your strength, pretty one. But tell me
why are YOU 80 set upon wandering
! hence"
, II am tired of life here, that is ALL"
% 'Tired! Well, 1t is not to he wonder
ed at. 1t must be monotonous enough
But take my advice-wait till you
wings are full grown before you tes
their strength, otherwise your figh
will be but short"
f. what do you mean?" she asked I'm
patiently. when / fly I will soa
re- high, like the hawk. l will not be cor
a. tent. to rise and then fall.
He looked ut her mustngly. "Yo
le will not want much assistance" he 8 II
Of you will soon forget the nest that
le sheltered, the hand that has fed 70,
to Well, It is the way Of youth and
Is womanhood!"
Of She flushed angrily. II am not VI
IN grateful" she said, "but can N hel
n being tired?"
"Ceetainly one cannot" he assentet
readily. Are you tired of your hon
's here?"
as a "Genna is very good" the girl sal
H. reluctantly, but then"
~ ~ what them" he asked, with a cul
% GUS interest In drawing out this ctlara
ter, and the s%elishness and iuhpaticnt
- that might so easily be its bane.
"Oh, nothlng-only she is dull and p
:, tent, and ugly. 1t is easy for herr"
~ Certainly the virtues e easier
attainment when q woman is i'll +
70 vored," he laughed with ready anus
ment. "And Is Genna your ulster
whom Teresina spoke?
I'd yea.
d +. "But she loves you very dearlyf'
i. Eyes, but 1t n selfish to wish to kes
me buried here. I did but speak
It. Florence yesterday, Of how ! sh,u
e. like to see 1t, and abe was al shock
and frightened as IL I had said son
at thing wicked"
u "What would you do In Florence
he asked %cudously.
ID "See It, Of course. See its beaud
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