The morning call., 1894-10-14
| MODERN GALATEA.
Story of Soul That Died and Will Not Waken
This Side of Eternity.

Patricia was silent for moment then.
II did not know" she said slowly. and
her tone made Dick wonder Of what she
could be thinking.
But he did not ask. He had found long
ago that asking Patricia questions was
rather an unsatisfactory occupation.
"Pygmalion OF old fell in love with his
own creation and kissed it into life," he
cried. II am sure | am not surprised
If. it"
He broke off suddenly and Patricia
turned away. Dicks ewes followed her
curiously. He was wondering III the most
impetuous of lovers, the most ardent of
kisses, could have power to awake within
her the passionate, loving woman's soul
that the touch of Pyemalon's lips had
once upon a time awakened within his
Galatea's marble form.
The picture was accepted by the ali-pow-
erfui forty and well hung, aud it proved
the feature of that years academy. The
critics had nothing but praise for it and
the crowds of visitors VINO daily thronged
the rooms of the Burlington House were
unanimous in their verdict. Popular feel
ing ran SO high that "Galatea" had 10 be
provided with railing and a policeman.
Dick Vandeleur's name was made.
Il owe everything to you. ne said to
Patricia. Everything"
Now this was not strictly true and the I'M
pu!sive words were the outcome Of some
what illogical reasoning, but Dick was not
always logical when he was taking to a
woman. That is such different matter
from talking to a man.
Patricia caught the false note at once
and shook her head.
NO" she answered, ''there are many
things that you don't owe to me. Your
talent, for instauce-that is heaven-sent
gilt. Ii you had never seen me you would
stlll have been famous some day.
Il should not" Dick returned, with con-
viction. You inspired me-. What is
talent without inspira tion?' Then he
moved a little nearer. Don't reason with
me-" he pleaded; II don't want to be
reasoned with, | like to think l owe every.
thing to you. Let me think il, Patricia"
Patricia did not answer; she only flushed
family. Considered from an artistic point
of view hat soft, slow blush was the most
perfect thing in the world. and Dicks eyes
were all ablaze as he looked down at her.
II owe you" he went Oh, "a debt that
can never pay off in this life; the balance
will have TO be carried over to the next.
Pm afraid" He paused for a moment
then put his hand over hers. as it lay Idly
on the able. 1T is not only name. and
fame and fortune" he added. There is
something else that L owe to you-some-
thing raore precious than either"
Patricia was lost in dreamlike silence.
looking down at the hand that held her
own. What strong hand it was, and
what subtle sympathy seemed to be con-
veyed by its close clasp. The sense of
physical contact with him filed her
strangely.
MAY L" he asked In a hurried tone,
come in this evening and ten you what il
is"
Her eyes were still fixed on the clasped
hands, hers and his.
YES" she answered.
Then she withdrew her hand slowly and
as she did so Dick stopped down and kissed
her.
The next moment he was gone.
Patricia stood where he had left her,
silent and motionless. Her pulses were
throbbing wildly, aud the blood was cours.
ing through her veins in torrent of LIQUID
fire; still Outwardly she was unchanged.
Then all at once light broke over her
face-a light that suffused and irradiated
1t with rosy glow. new strange beauty.
She was TRANSPORTED. Her lips parted, he r
cheeks flushed. her eyes softened with pas
sion and tenderness unspeakabe. In that
one moment she had passed from the mar
bic semblance OF woman to a woman in
deed, with woman's heart beating in her
breast and the dawn of woman's love
stirring her being to lite utmost depths. 1t
was the soul's awakening.
The light still fingered upon her face
when Dick came back. he saw it as she
turned 10 meet MIN, ana this new marvel
Gus beauty of her, this glowing pulsatiug
wOmanhood. instinct with passionate lite
came upon him with an actual physical
shock. He stopped short, gazing at her
spellbound.
"Byyove !" he muttered under his breath.
"By JoveW Then he went forward,
How different YOU look Tonight" he
said. What is il?'
His eyes wandered over her as he spoke.
seeking some reason for the change: but
be could find none. Her gown was one
that he knew well, she had not altered the
arrangement Ut her hair. everything about
her was much as usual. No; the change
owed nothing to outward influence, it came
from within her.
Even as Dick grasped this fact an idea
struck him suddenly; could it be his kiss
the touch of his lips on hers that had
wrought this startling transformation ?
For moment the thought made him cover
guilty; then he dismissed it as quickly as
it had come. No, it could not be that
that was not enough.
For Dick was man, and man of the
world-nO worse, but still not much better,
than his fellowmpn-and he did not tnink
so very much of Kiss. If he felt .em pied
to kiss woman ne generally yielded to
the tenn ptation, just as he yielded to other