The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-10-05
4 SLAVE TO ART.

Il As child and as q girl Lettice
q Templemore was emotional to
q fault. for at times both her anger
j and her JOY became half hysterical.
4 On some occasions she almost faint
4 ed with excess of passion.
q Il Ilive-I really liver she used to
] say "And it is lovely. even if I
8 suffer. Most people seem so cold.
q They do not really care for any
thing God help them to be, to live,
4 to feel as I do, as I always shalll"
d And as young girl she loved
q tempestuously without understand
q ing. But her passions were for
q ideals. She adored heaven and a
4 white purity, and then asceticism
y called her and remuneration laid
q hold upon her eager soul After
4 ward humanity and work for the
i poor touched her, and she wept over
the sorrows of the sad world, giving
4 her days to its fancied needs, her
a nights to dreams of q time to be.
4 But she ended curiously, neither
4 becoming a nun nor q social work
a er nor hysterical patient; for it
was the emotions only which were
4 reused in her. Her intellect was
4 steady, and at last she found her
4 place. She went ON the stage and
a succeeded beyond expectation,
Il though not without work. Into that
q she threw herself as eagerly as she
q had done as a child when believing
4 renunciation the end of life. Then
4 she had distributed her dolls among
a her little friends, and, going away,
q had wept bitterly. Now she gave
4 away her old ideals and threw her
8 self into the task OF teaching others
4 to ieel, of touching their hearts.
q And, being clever and beautiful,
4 she made many feel, for lovers who
q made her suffer came about her in
q scores.
II don't love any one now. on
A y want to work." she cried, and
y she sent them away. But she Yves
50 genuinely sorry that they hard
4 y lost nope.
You will love some day. A ma
4 ture like yours must" said one man
. to her. Perhaps you may love me.
i shall always keep you in sight.
a Perhaps perhaps Who knows9"
4 The love he prophesied came, and
Sit was a wild passion for man
4 much older than herself, who never
y even suspected the existence Of her
Z love for him. At times she was Of
!. most ready to avow it, to tell him, to
Il Nrlte to him, careless of conven-
a uon' careless Of the world. But in
4 The very height of her misery she
was offered strong part in a play.
. one took it and made an unqualified
4 success in it. She melted the house
tears, and, fearless herself, rose
q 70 the heights Of passion.
i lam BETTER" she said to herself,
much better. I must work. Tt is
! work I need now.''
But it was not the work itself that
renewed an overcharged mind. The
cause lay deeper which made her
gradually overcome her desire for
3 returned love.
!, Ia her summer holiday, though
.nat passion had. as she said, burned
n Aself out, she wac curiously un-
8 equal IN her moods. She sang till
sae burst into tears. She cried till
q sae laughed. Her friends were get
ang concerned for hen health when
sork again gave her peace. In the
d .a.e winter she broke down. Her
,oice gave way, and then the old
loVer who had told her she would
s0me day learn to love came back,
= don't understand myself, she
sa sa,a. Il can't tell whether I love
sou or like You or hate you or am
uu'nerenS, FOR 1t may be all four. -
~, That is love, them said he.
out You are far Ia advance of the
sue time. It is the love, the endur-
ag love Of resi- marriage. I"
y ne lost no opportunities for he
3 new s' little Of woman.
one was idle, and he fil1ed her
alnd His suppressed passion gave
nun I@ an emotional nature that caught
Yes, I do love you-I do love