Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1900-01-05

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margin Of the paper faces that had
big, soft eyes and pouting lips,
strangely like the girl on tie hassock,
"and his drawings are wonderfully
strcng. IIe'sa gifted fellow, is Hins-
dale-the best pupil ] have
Eyes, he's gifted enough she as
sented
"f've often wondered why he fam
cied YOU" said John
ooh, indoedw she exclaimed. flush
ing once more.
eyes. He's a dreamer, you know
Ian idealist-and it seems to me
some angelic creature a little too pure
and good for human natures daily
food, and that sort Of thing, would
be more in his line than a little hui
man bundle Of naughtiness like YOU"
went on John, cheerfully "You'd
make fellow like Hinsdale unutter-
ably miserable, you know"
you're very kind,' exclaimed
Jean, crimson with vexation. ~But
/ shall not make Mr. Hinsdale miser-
able. ] have not the slightest inten-
ton Of ever doing So"
"Ahl" replied John, coolly. "Then
.he sooner we write this letter the
better. Now-what do you want TO
say to him?"
"0hp she cried, struggling with
her anger. you are so disagreeable,
hate you--but I've got to have some
body to help mo with that letter"
cot course. And you really want
to refuse him--for good and all?'
Certainly l do. want him to un-
derstand definitely that there is alb
solutely no hope Of my ever caring
for HMM the way he means"-and
once more she broke down, blushing
but defiant.
"There's only one way to make a
man understand that" said John,
meditatiyely.
"Anything-so long as he under
stands and leaves of being-being
silly she ,ried, impatiently.
John made no reply to this, but
lfter moments deep thought COM
menced to write rapidly
Five minutes passed, during which
Johns pen scratched industriously
over the paper and Jean sat bolt up
right on her hassock, staring at the
picture on the canvas. 1t was a pale,
watery sunset that shed green CLEANS
Of light on a wide, lonely landscape,
in the center Of which woman stood
alone, gazing with desolate, hopeless
eyes at the retreating figure of a man
on horseback. 1t was painted with
skill and a strange wild
power that had made John Steele the
most famous of the younger school
ofpainters. What an artist he was, and
what a friend he had been to herl
And now she must go away and per
haps never see him again, except in
the class with the others. All those
hours of merry comradeship were
to come again; all the
sweet work and play together. A
great sob came up in her throat, but
just then John threw down his pen
and she cholsed back the sob, and,
rising, reached out her hand for the
letter.
But he did not give it 10 her, as abe
expected
TT is difficult thing to do" he
said, ITO make a man understand
that no matter how much he cares foE
yOu, You can never care for him.
eyes, suppose it is" she assent
cd "Butyou have dOneit, Pm sure"
Indeed, l may say there's only one
way to convince fellow of such an
unpleasant fact . he went on.
''But you employed it2" she asked,
eagerly.
Eyes. You may think it an ex-
treme measure, though. TN read il
to you." And he read aloud:
Dear Mr.. Hinsdale l thought
had made it quite plain to You when
several weeks ago, you asked me to b
your wife, that such a thing was quite
impossible. Icertainly tried to have
you understand it, and / deeply regFer
that / did not succeed, because thi
renewal Of your offer can only result
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