Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-08-14

CdH De. Grandpa CuglI 10 De
ashamed of himself
i She paused fer minute, ard then
turned her lips toward her cousin.
| Give me a kiss, brother Henri
said she, land never, never, never
| speak Of this absurdity again. AS for
marrying l shall never marry any one.
| Why should l, when l detest the
! thought %
| Henri gave little sigh
| Il shall never marry, either, Cousin
Lena" said ne; but you see we are
not brother and sister. You can't
make it so by saying So"
Then he kissed her, and they walked
! back into the house, where Grandpapa
kleber and Granduncle Michel had Just
settled the matrimonial prospects of
these two young cousins TO their own
satisfaction.
The result of the young peoples re-
bellion was a quarrel.
Lena escaped very easily. 1t was
only proper fer girl to be coy, but
the young man was so Deset with re-
breaches that he finally delied his rel
atives much as Ajax did the light
ming.
In his case the lightning had the best
Of it, and the end Of all this was that
onefi lie morning Henri Kleber found
himself turned out into the world to
| seek his fortune; and lCng ere his c0u-
sin black eyes opened upon the dawn,
had left Munich and his furi3usly rela-
| tlves behind him.
From that day nothing was heard Of
himb his friends in Munich for many
a long year.
The old people were unforgiving
Grandfather kleber died and left all
hism c1ey TO Lena, who had already
refused two excellent matches. Grand
uncle Michel died also, and Lena be-
camel he richer. AT last ner beloved
mother also left her. She long remain
ed Lena Michel, though her beauty and
her wealth brought many suitors to her
door, The love that she had thought
necessary to marriage-the Mysterious,
wonderful loye-had nCTer come 10
her; and now she believed that it never
would, for she was eight-and-tWelty.
But, somehow, ever since the morning
when she awake and found that her
cousin tIenriWaS gone, her memories q
him had grown more sweet and tender
with every year.
She Travelled two years and heard
nothirg OF her cousin Henri, and al last
found herself in Paris, at the height CT
its gayse as1n, and there rested dove
who EaQ Lot found her olive branch.
There is NO pace to dream IKE a
pictureg alieTy; no pace like Paris 1of
pictures.
Lena Michel spent many hours with
her eyes fixed Gu painted faces that sne
never saw, 1Cr tie living lace that
haunted her; but one day she aWoke
Ioa UonterCu3 inteIesL i'll small PIE
tuIewh len hung ina dsma.ie-a epic
ture wlich hung in small Gealer
gallery in Aicn she found neIssII.
It was a simple scene. A mooAlI
garden. the distance dying INTO uhae-
nned shadows, 4 fountain INTO WHICH q
Hebe emptied her cup, and by the
fountains brim d youth ana young
girl. The Moonlight kissed ner face:
His WEE net seen. lie bent toward
her lCver-like. Ills nand tCucled
hers. and hers rested on one G. the NJ
tla nests that held an eEcirc.lng ch~ll
about the fountain. These were
crowned with lilies, and a5 she loJkeu
closer, she saw that enc had broken
leaf.
1t was the garden Of her grand
fathers o.d house at Munich. And talS
was more than chance. was there
such thing as magic, or had some art
ist watched Henri and herself en- the
night when she made tIat mie5rable
mistake? For that was Henri, and
surely that black-kaired gin was not
unlike herself.
( as this picture for sale?" she asked
the dealer,
He shrugged his shoulders.
Il think uhe artist is mad he said.
This is the st picture any one has
wanted to buy, and he refuses TO sell
/ it. Perhaps a price sufficient Will
tempt him. but il | give his address
the lady will remember my commits
sion?"
The lady promised faithfully to do
so.
1T is a wretched street.-the S very
pcor" said the dea.eg, and he gave her
! the numer written on a card. the
! fifth fCOr," he said, with shIug CT his
/ shoulders.
! Lena Michel stepped into her car
riage. and soon. followed by her maid,
/ climbed the stairs Of a dingy dwelling,
raped upon tle door that bore the
void "Ate.ier" upon it,
In a moment a man with long
bead. who held a palette in his hand,
opened the door for her, and stood
regarding the apparition Of closely
| yelled lady attended by her maid, with
| some surprise.
| Il speak to the painter CT the picture
! at Monsieur --s." said the Fraulien
/ Michel The garden and fountain.
desire 10 buy it at any price
Madame" replied the artist, Il re-
greet to say that picture is not to be
sold
But I must have it," said the lady.
! II am anything, any price"
4 am poor said the artist, but it
has no price"
Listen, sir, sais the lady. "It is
rlore than a picture that l want-it is
Renaissance. 1t is like "a place
l know. l beg fer it. l inplore you
to sell it to ne"
MADAME" said the artist, Il see you
have a heart l will speak plainly
Long ago stood with the only woman
l ever loved, beside that f0untain-a
fountain in an cid garden in Munich
l was a young idiot. / did not even
know my own heart; but | know Il
! Iyrou-r7 ypzrs Ono