The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-11-03
Al Artistic I temperament.
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BY ARABELLA KENEALY.

other day." she added, in q lower,
voice, "only you know what a cold
blooded, brain-ridden person am when,
I am thinking out my characters. They
seem to be more real than real people.
and I manage to hurt real peoples feel
ings." Z.
"oh, you were not very brutal.
merely candid. But can't stop. Eu-
nice. I have a heap Of things to see to.
1 start In the morning."
Jim, I can't bear you to 60" she
cried, impetuously.
He had moved up to her with o stride
SO swift. SO masterful. SO full Of flnality,
that life seemed suddenly to tremble on
the edge Of things.
She rose. Her hand upon the table
shook among her slips. They stood
looking Into one another's eyes.
Then he took her hand and held It for
a moment In q tight grip. A moment
later he was gone. She swept swiftly
after him, scarcely knowing whnt she
did. But the door had closed, and she
stopped short, staring at 1t.
Nov, how unklnd! How unklnd!"
she cried, ito so away as though we had
only just been lntroduced!"i
She was SURPRISED to find her cheeks
wet. why, believe am crying" she
protested. $50 absurd"
Then she said in a louder voice and
with an air OF challenge to the sound OF
departing dogcart wheels, "Wilmot was
far too noble-hearted and kind merely
to wiring wonan's hand as though he
were thumbscrew and then march off
without glance!"
But somehow a sickening sense over
came her that she had no taste for VIII
mot. 1t was Jim she wanted; Jim who
had left hcr-left her with an air OF go
ing straight away out Of her life. The
grip Of his fingers held hers still. Look
ing down. she saw pink marks upon
them where the blood which had fed
beneath his thumbscrew grasp now
flowed again.
She lifted the hand impulsivcly and
kissed the tingling marks. She sat
down with sudden sense of faintness.
Into her world Of fancy and romance
andppleasing sentiment reality seemed
suddenly to HAVE stridden with brutal
step. The fanciful emotions she had
woven round her pen-and-paper heroes
had no place here. Face to face with II,
she found reality no pleasing fancy.
"Bu:iIt is natural that-I should feel
his going" she Insisted to herself. "He
Is like a very dear brother"
She returned to her table. She had
been reading . page OF her last novel.
Some words caught her eyes. She fin
isGed the page. Then she thrust the
book from her with SILVER. WIlmot
had stalked STACEY and with santimcn-
tai simperirgs across It. Ee had n
hundred pretty things to say to the
woman he left. For INilmot on that
page had left his woman
The real man had walked out OF hef
life. well-nigh voorhees, and without
ltisslngs, carrying with him all the
fllmsy sllken meshcs OF her fanciful ro-
nance. as one has seen man entangle
his feet amid and snap the silken
threads Of a woman's embrolderics.
Jim was perfectly right" she said re-
sretfully, "Wilmot is nothing but de-
testable prig. How could ever have
imagined him nice? wonder the
critics didn't hold him UP to public
scorn."
She returned thl book to its shelf.
With an Impulse OF anger she placed 1t
with Its title to the wall.
II will take care the man in my new
book shall be 4 decent sort Of person."
she asserted.
Six months had passed. and Jim was
/ coming home. She had heard from him
that morning. He had written tho day
before leaving New York. He would be
at Wi!dticld in three days. SHE read the
letter five times over. Dear JIM" she
murmured. How glad shall be to see
him again. and wonder how he will
like the new book" -
Oddly enough, Il parcel containing the
complimentary half dozen volumes of
her book is the etiquette OF publishers
to present to the author lay unopened
on the table. For. oddly enough, Jim's
letter had stayed her eager hands going
out to open the wrapplngs.
The Joy OF the author bovc his latest
book Is akin to the JOY OF n mothers
first acquaintance with her baby. Per-
haps the mothers Joy is greater. for, at
ter all, 1t would appear that calf boards
With even the sayest OF gilt lctternEs
are somewhat less caressablc than baby
limbs and baby fingers. blu, the calf
boards and fresh inexperienced leaves
may be said to run the baby close.
Possibly nothing in the world how
ever, would divert that mothers frs,
glance from her baby, and Jim's letter
diverted Eunice's attention from her
books. so we may take It tina, the au-
thor's Joy is one degree less keen than
Is that OF the mother.
And Jim's letter occupied the break.
fast hour to such u point OF absorption
that neither was breakfast ratcn nor
the calf boards md spick and span let.
terings examined.
Now how glad shall be to zee him
again." she repeated above her untas;-
cd tea. She caught sight OF her face In
n mirror. She had meant TO catch sight
| OF her face association Of Idr., Ip,,,,I