Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-06-30

Just for moment the resemblance
struck me into silence; that was all.
You see, you had told me nothing;
did not expect to see that. face here.
When l get used to the idea I shall go
back and look at it with pleasure. 1t
is not fair to rob you of your wellearn
ed triumph"
| Frank. you are trying to comfort me,
but / believe / have made your heart
bleed. My triumph is dust and ashes.
Il have spoilt your joy, and blame
myself"
Take me away, Frank. Let us get
away and go home"
He led her down the broad stairs,
placed her in her little victoria, and
took the seat beside her.
II could not help 1t, Frank. The re-
semblance to Helga came into the pic
ture without my meaning it. One tries
to paint beauty, and one unconsciously
paints what one has seen. And then
when Maria noticed it, l said to myself:
Why not? If Frank has ceased to care
he will not grudge me the loan of her
beauty; but if his heart reproaches him
for anything he has done, perhaps this
may help him to listen to its pleadings'
Hearts may be widowed, Frank, with
out either marriage or death; the truest
widows sometimes have neither ring nor
weeds"
i My heart Eva? For Gods sake
don't appeal to that Your picture has
gone too near already. This is no case
of pride or pique or prejudice. The
barrier between Helga and myself must
not be removed. Every day of all these
| weary months l have had to rebuild the
breeches my untutored nature has es-
sayed to make
The girl made no reply but needless
of the throng of vehicles, and the crowd
about them, burst into tears
EVA, forgive me! l feel as though
I had murdered a child of yours. 1t
was not your painting her that cut me;
it was not even the suddenness of the
thing. 1t was that you painted her like
that. If you had painted her as l have
seen her in my dreams, always tri-
umphant, always beautiful, could have
borne it; but to portray her merely as a
suffering woman-it was that which cut
me. Eva, do not think she can feel
or look like that She did not look so
when"
He broke off, and passed his hand
across his brow, recalling the cold, de-
faint ring of her voice when she spoke
of the unknown lover whom she had
sacrificed to the cause.
you do not think she suffers then
apart from your"
Il did not think So" His answer
showed that his conviction had at least
been shaven. He was asking himself
was it possible that her face could wear
that still expression of absolute hope
less, endless grief? If so, alone, aban-
doned. reckless OF herself caring moth
ing for the chances of the future. sur
rounded by men bent upon using her
to their own ends. where might she not
have drifted?
There was silence between them for
a little space, and presently he woke
from his vague and troubled day dream
to consciousness of the fact that some
one was hailing them from the pave
| ment He made sign TO his coach
| man and the victoria drew up: then
| casting hurried glance at Eva, who
| had mastered herself and was shelter
ing her face with her sunshade, he ex-
tended his hand to the foot-passenger.
who had stopped them.
| 20 Mr.. Osborne. Miss Raynei How
awfuily Jolly to see you again.'' ex-
| claimed that individual, very young
| man. little more in fact, than an over
grown schoolboy. 'fOf course. you
won't remember meeting US in Paris.
Mother and Diana and me, you know"
ION the contrary, remember you
very we'll. Mr. Trevor Osborne an
| swered. How are you all?"
Very well. thank you. and it's awful
~ Jolly of you TO say so: about remem-
bering us, mean. We've heard that
Miss Raynes got a picture exhibited,
and we're going to see II tomorrow.
We're awfully pleased. BY George. re
are. No chance for us At the private
view You've just been. suppoeefs
The boy atammered little. ma
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