El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-01-17

BROKEN COURTSHIP.

Out of the shadows of the garden two
people came into the moonlight and lean
ed over the little chain that encircled the
small fountain into whose basin marble
Hebe continually emptied her ever brim
ming cup.
They were not unlike, these two. Both
were spirituelle; both were dark; both
were romantic. The tie of blood was be-
tween them, for they were cousins, though,
as the Scotch say, 'faraway cousins" and
bearing different names They had been
brought up under one roof, and Lena
Michel's mother had been all the mother
the little orphan, Henri Kieber, knew.
"It is cruel of grandpa" she said. cit
is very cruel, Henri. These old people
think only of money. Why can they not
let us have peace, when we could be SO
happy? It Is such an absurd idea-you
and to marry each each other! We are
like brother and sister, Nothing can
change that"
''But we are not brother and sister,"
said he, "and even first cousins marry. I
have been thinking that
'Give me kind kiss, Brother Henri"
said she, land never, never speak of this
absurdity again. AS fcr marrying, shall
never marry any one. Why should when
detest the thoughtf''
Henri gave little sigh.
II shall never marry either, Cousin
Lena, :" said he; "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
| Kieber and Granduncle Michel had just
| settled the matrimonial prospects of these
| two young cousins to their own satisfac-
ton. The result of the young peoples re-
belliOn was q quarrel.
The end of all this was that one fine
| morning Henri Kieber found himself turn
| ed out into the world to seek his fortune,
| and long ere his cousins black eyes were
| opened upon the dawn he had left Munich
and his furious relatives behind him.
| From that day nothing was heard of him
by his friends in Munich for many long
year.
The old people were unforgiving. Grand
| father Kieber died and left all his money
to Lena, who had already refused two ex-
| cellent matches.
She travelled two years and heard moth
ing of her cousin Henri and at last found
herself in Paris
Lena Michel spent many hours with her
eyes fixed on painted faces that she never
saw for the living face that haunted her,
but one day she awoke to a wondrous in
terest in small picture which hung in q
small dealers gallery in which she found
| herself.
1t was simple scene. A moonlit garden,
the distance dying into underlined shadows,
q fountain into which a Hebe emptied her
cup and by the fountains brim youth
and young girl. 1t was the garden of
her grandfather's old house at Munich.
And this was more than chance. For that
was Henri and surely that black haired
girl was not unlike herself.
sis this picture for sale?'' she asked the
dealer.
He shrugged his shoulders.
ST think the artist is mad" he said.
ho1
wanted to buy and he refuses to sell 1T.
Perhaps price sufficient will tempt him,
but If give his address the lady will re-
member my commissionf"
The lady promised faithfully to do so.
SIT is q wretched street.-the is very
poor" said the dealer as he gave her the
number written on q card. "The fifth
deor," he said, with shrug OF his shout
ders.
Lena Michel stepped into her carriage
and soon, followed by her maid, climbed
the stairs of a dingy dwelling and raped
upon the door that bore the word Ate
lier'' upon 1t.
} In a moment man with long beard,
who held palette in his hand, opened the
door for her and stood regarding the ap-
partition of closely yelled lady attended
by her maid with some surprise
81 speak to the painter of the picture al
NJ -'s," said the Fraulein Michel.
"The garden and fountain-I desire tc
| buy it at any price"
sMadame," said the artist, ST regret tc
, say that picture is not to be sold"
"But must have it" said the lady
, IT am rich-anything- price,"
81 am poor said the artist, but it hal
, no price,
Listen, SIR said the lady. 1T II
more than a picture that want-it is q
"Reminiscences. It's like IA place know,
> beg for it. implore you to sell it tt
i me-
Madame" said the artist, 81 see yor
have heart. will speak plainly. Long
ago I stood with the only woman 1 evel
loved beside that fountain-a fountain il
an old garden in Munich. 1 was a youne
1 idiot. 1 did not even know my own heart
i but know it now. I have known it fol
years. One day the memory of the spot
and Of the hour returned to me as If by
. magic. I painted the picture in a few
. hours. shall never see her again. Long
since she has become the wife of one sh'
= loves we'll, no doubt, but II shall never
!. love any other. So I must keep her pic
? ture; must. You see that, madame?"
And as he spoke Lena Michel knew
Henri Kieber-knew him despite the flow
! ing beard and all the changes of IL lonl
7 years.
And as he ceased she threw back he
I veil and held both of her bands TOWARD
him.
"Henrii" she sighed. tHenril Oh
Henri, do you not know me?' And theI
: he had clasped her in his arms, and sh
!. lay sobbing on his bosom.
3 When they stood beside the fountain il
: the old garden at Munich again. they wer'
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