The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-10-02

Tom Reath took his sister down to her
| carriage. He was a cheerful, prossic
! fellow, who had married the incest girl
he knew and was quite content with her
himself and his life in general That
angel, or knight, or fairy called Ro-
nance had never walked with him. He
! had not been conscious of any lack in
his practical, well-ordered life. Natural
| ", he was rather dense in detecting or
approaching emotional TRACED es in the
| lives of others. So it was with the SEN
sation of having received a physical
| shock that he listened to Janet Aims
worth's confidence few days later. He
had met her in the corridor leading 70
her brothers studio.
When is Miss Reath's wedding to take
place."
"Patricia's? In October, I believe"
"And Lord Harbetson will be here"
ANY day now" He was looking down
| into the sweet, spirituelle face with the
anxious, uplifted eyes. "Why?"
'Mr Reath, you are friend of Ber-
tram's-you like hfm?"
| Best fellow 1 know-bar none. What!
| Bless my soul, what"
For her lips were quivering-her eyes
were trimming over.
Cant you see," she questioned in
passionate whisper, that this is killing
him-killing him?"
Killing him!" he repeated, bIankIy.
What is? I don't understand"
THAT portrait-the portrait of Pa
tricia You were mad to bring her into
! his life, with his temperament, his ideals.
his alteration of beauty-O, it was
cruel!'
| I'm COMPOUNDED sorry" stammered
Reath. He was honestly trying TO I'M
derstand. All at once a light seemed to
break in on him. You don't mean to
say"
20, I do! He does not eat-nor sleep.
| He is here at dawn; he is here till dusk
| He does not know when one speaks to
| him. He is dreaming. When he
| awakes-"
| She broke off, voiceless-shivering.
I'm awfully sorryr said Tom again.
! His vocabulary was of the most limit
ed 81 never thought. you know. He
! always was a queer chap. I-Pn think
| it over!'
AS for Ainsworth himself. he was doing
a foolish thing, an insane thing, and he
| knew it. He was claiming unnecessarily
another and still another sitting He
heard of the arrival Of Lord Harbetson.
! One morning Tom Reath brought him to
see the portrait. He was a pleasant,
unaffected young fellow, with a short
/ D4OuO DSdEU anu 4vNliSr DlUe eyes
! 1T is marvelously good" he comment
ed. cit has all the freedom and grace
of a Gainsbor0ugh 1t will make you
| famous on two continents. I congratu-
late your
The two weeks that followed saw
merry times in the studio. Reath often
dropped in-Harbeson came, too. The
! men smoked unless when Janet and A
| few of her girl friends were there Then
/ .
! old brass samovar that the painter had
! picked up in Rome, and tea was brewed.
| and gay talk scintiliated. The English
| man and Janet seemed to have much in
! common. Only the host was strangely
| silent.
1t was the day of the last sitting. Tom
was out Of town. There was some trou-
| BILE at his copper mine in Wyoming which
! made his presence there desirable. Pa
! tricia's chair stood waiting-an empty
! throne. She came to IT, pale. a little
| languid-"an hours defect of the rose"
! Was this the radiant creature MS genius
/ had evoked on canvas? He stood be-
! fore his easel, palette on thumb, brush
| suspended. Suddenly he flung both asi6e
There is nothing more TO do" he said
! His voice was harsh. THE portrait %
finished! Then he was beside her. mis-
/ hand clutching the back Of her chair
! until the knuckles showed white. his eyes
! blazing down into hers. DO you under
stand, he cried. his words half sob,
! half a groan. what that means 10 me,
hnished?' -
She rose and faced him She was
white. but self-controlIed and fearless
Il understand" she sad All AZ once
she shrank from the lightning Of his
glance. II understand-God help me-
He did not speak nor touch her. but
over his face came a great awe-sn in
| finite JOY. That sdmis.ion-thst confes-
sionl Now-now-let fate DO its worst.
Look at me- he commanded.
She lifted her eyes.
What broke the spell? A stir-a foot
STEP
i must CO. she said Il shall always
be happier for knowing that yoC-you
cared. Butt must gor
Then he lost himself. Then. Ike Ros-
settfs lover. his passion I'D but rave"
Then he forgot al things save that he
and shs- were there together-toge, ?
| for the Srst-for the last timer But she
was not a woman To 5e won BY violence
| 10 be carried by storm,
7 am T. De another mans wife" she
/ told him. This IS gocd-oy.
Forgive me- he said. Gods love
go with your
He stood aside 70 let her pass
! Patricia-Ailsvorth.'
1 Thsrs was A step. a voice, z presence
between them Smiling = little sadly
/ Lord Harbetson stood between than
/ u did not mean T. be an caves 1rop-
Per I had come in early. I Rad fallen
! asleep behind that scrten- 7 an sorry
/ am glsa-sorry 70 lose you out OF ms
/ life, PStr;cia; glad not 70 Boy rs hap
piness AZ the cost % Yours. We ran
he discreet L viii D. las than a riue
/ DAYS wonder II NE are cautious An1
your fa;her-his VII Is yours Patricia
I Re looked into ter eysS. fas- .raoe
/ ;hr agn happy tears. lie kuse6 the
hard she gave hin, ard AiasEor rs
hand he wrunE hard
Then be vas gone.
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for RE eIsvator-se net Jzret A'z~~o-ts
. Tru9uiaivsIv she stopped BIN
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