The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-21

fatality. he would have been master of APP
pledcre Court"
"Ah!' replied Iago, with a catch in his
breath, and recovering his composure, with
al effort. Il not mistaken. I thought
such likeness could not be accidental"
Then, as he reseated himself, and pushed
forward a chair for his visitor, he added,
quietly
1 was present at your fathers wedding.
lie married Miss Amy Sherwood. the DOCTORS
dauShter-a very pretty girl. You have your
mothers blue eyes and her smile, but other
wise You are the image of your father as he
was a your age
What a strange coincidence that should
have met his son and hers, after all these
years.! he unused, dreamily, his gaze fixed
upon the lire. and apparently forgetful of the
others promise. She was my first love-
The disappointment of losing her drove me to
recklessness and drink 1t spoit my life; but
1t wasn't her fault. She was pretty crea-
ture nave seen many more beautiful and
handsome women. In he matter Of looka
she couldn't hold a candle to Roses Irish
mother; but there was a charm about her
that was peculiarly her own, and made all
men love hef-so winsome and sweet were
her ways
Maurice Trevlyn offe1e ed his cigar case to
lago; but the latter, aroused from his reYerie,
laughlngiy assured his visitor that he pre-
ferred pipe; the two men lighted. UP ac-
cordingly, and began to talk on topics of gem
efal interest, while Rose, moving quickly
but quietly to and fro laid the table and
prepared the tea.
More than once, CHANGING at their visitor.
the young girl blushed to find that he was
watching her, and the blush gave her deli
cate face just that touch of color which it
lacked, so that, in Maurice Trevlyn's eyes at
any rate, she looked irresistibly lovely and
when he took his departure that evening if
he had not done so fefoIe, it is certain that
he left his heart behind him.
In answer to lagos interested, but not in
quisitive, questions, the artist told his host
Ia w "a I'M fcir PtYls
past, and very ambitious for the future and
he invited the other to come to his studio in
Bronpton whenever he felt inclined. i
Maurices father, Philip Trevlyn, had died
quite suddenly.
| His widow, Maurices mother, and Mat
lagos old love, had survived him only a
I tWelvemonth; but as her private income Of
three hundred a year had been tightly settled
on herself her only son was after her death
we'll provided for.
In all these details Of the young mans
family history, Mat Iago appeared to take
the greatest Interest, and, when tea had been
cleared away, the two men went out together
for a couple OF hours.
On their return Iago told his daughter that
he had been to Mr., Trevyn's studio and seen
his pictures, and Maurice, taking advantage
hof the opportunity, asked Rose If she would
with her fathers permission give him fsiI-
!, tihgs" during the winter for his next years
I Academy picture, "OPhglias," which he had
been obliged to set aside for while, being
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for the subject of his painting
The young girl consented-a consent ratified
by her father, who sat pulling away at This
pipe, and looking first at Maurice Trevlyn
and then at his daughter, with very pecu-
liar expression in his deep-set, melancholy
eyes.
AT half-past ten Mat Iago went down to
the front door with his visitor and let him
out, inviting him, at the same time, to come
again whenever he had nothing better totdo.
!
room on the second floor and seating him
self by the fire, finished his pipe in silence.
Nor did Rose disturb his meditations but
busted herself with some sewing and thought
her own thoughts; and Mat Iago, watching
her covertly as she bent her head with it's
wealth of smooth glossy hair, over the work
she wasdoing, saw the faint color come and
60 in her cheeks, as at some happy rehec-
ton s,.u1
And in the weeks that followed scarcely
a day passed but Maurice TreYIyn put in an
appearance, under some pretext other,
So the winter months went by and change
came over the young girls face, just such
change as one sees pass over the fields and
woods in open country with the first warm
breath of spring.
There was light in her eye an elias
ITCHY in her step, and a deeper color in her
lips that seemed to have learned to smile,
than had ever been there before Maurice
Trevlyn appeared upon the scene.
Mat Iago was the first to notice it, but he
HldUe no cOHIHeuC Only waited ana WaLCneQ,
and, judging from the expression of his own
face it would have been impossible to say
whether, he was pleased or the reverse.
February day was drawing to a close, as
Maurice Trevlyn laid aside his brushes and
palette, the light being no longer good
enough to work by, and. stepping back a
few PAGES, stood. with folded arms, survey
ing critically his completed picture OF
"Ophelia," to which he had that afternoon
! put the last finishing touches. .f
81 need not ask Won If are tisAed