The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1901-09-13
THE MAN WHO DREAMED.

THE MAN WHO DREAMED.
1t was bright spring afternoon, and
Wargrave was sitting before his easel on
the lonely shore at Penelth, putting the
finishing touches to a small picture. He
was man Of about 35, his hair was just
tinged with gray, yet not old in appear
ance.
He laid down his brush, and, pulling
out his pipe, proceeded to fill it leisurely.
Presently he was aroused from his re-
Elections by the sound of light footstep,
and, looking around, saw young girl
approaching him.
''Not tea time yet, Joan?' he cried.
She smilingly shook her head. She was
a pretty girl OF II, with steady gray
eyes. and a complexion as clear as the
Cornish air itself. Sitting down on the
ledge of rock beside him, she gravely
What say you, o child of the sea and
winds?' he asked with a glance at the
bright young face.
She turned to him enthusiastically, a
flush on her cheeks.
Il think it's splendid" she cried. "The
best you've done since you've been with
only fair to medium, fancy. I've
neyer: got beyond that, you know" he
added thoughtfully.
The girl glanced at him, and saw that
ne was gazing Stewards il: ii vacant
fashion. lnstinctively she Knew the bend
of his thoughts.
"a failure couldn't have done this:' she
sa1d gently, her eyes on the picture
softly.
Thank you, little girl" he cried. "But
even your kindly comment doesn't alter
the one great undeniable fact!'
what was the life you mapped out -
she asked quietly.
a ,momentary CLEAN kindled in his eyes.
the thing that has been given him is not
genius, but only tiny spark of it. /
was to be big artist, paint wonderful
pictures that would bring me lasting fame
and position. I was to lead a dazzling
life, see the world, mix with it's masters,
explore its treasures"
His voice came to a stop. The girl
watched him with beating heart; he was
staring into space, a far-away look in
his eyes.
%! had another little later" he went
on in low tone. Il was still to do ali
these things, but not for my own sake
alone-to win woman"
lie paused and noticed his pipe had
gone out. Mechanically his fingers felt
for another match.
Eyes, I loved that woman, Joanw he
continued. II assured ner confidently
that l would work like a slave to achieve
success. that in short time l would &C.
complish this and be able to marry her."
He gave little low laugh.
"Fortunately for herself. she knew bet.
ter, and foresaw my future with ad-
mira hlQ c1n0rnocc Sh1 loI ho
by marrying an extremely wealthy man.
The girl raised her head. She was a
tritie white, but he did not notice it.
And you never dreamed again." she
asked slowly.
no, as the years drifted on, calm
philosophy fell on me, until now you see
me as l am, my very small private in
come and the proceeds of selling nv pic
lures to the dealers just enabling me te
like Penelth."
His eyes rested for a moment on the
clean roofs of the tiny town, then be
turned around quickly to her with q
smile.
You see I am reconciled now" he said
':The months have spent here; living in
the house with you and your aunt. have
been the best thing in my life. We've
had a jolly time together, haven't we?'
Joan rose to her feet. She was smil
ing now. and The color in her cheeks had
deepened slightly.
Yes, we've got on well!'' she said. 81
must run now to see about tea-mind
you are not more than a quarter of an
hour" she added in a laughing tone OF
command as she hurried away.
She walked swiftly along the road tt
the town, her head bent in thought. The
daughter of Cornish clergyman, Joar
Hesketh had on his death found herself
pr0 ar 11v- v>anr;1oco
She had gone to live at Penelth with
her aunt, who. owing to a stroke of i'll
fortune. was obliged to let a portion OF
her little house. Thus it was that War
grave, the artist, had come to live with
them some eighteen months ago. VIVA,
his presence now meant to the girl, she
herself only knew.
She brushed tea: from her eye as
she entered the house.
He only dreams Of the past" she muir.
INJURED, half sob in her throat. He will
never know"
A few minutes later Wargrave was
plodding leisurely along the road. his
easel under his arm. Looking ahead, he
noticed an open carriage sweep around
the curve, and as it came nearer he saw
there was only one occupant. lady.
Catching sight Of her face, he gave a
start of surprise and came to an abrupt
halt.
She had seen him, too, and had given
an order to the coachman. The next
moment the carriage had drawn up in
front Of him, and, with white face, he
was staring at the woman who so smil-
ingly held out a hand to him. She was
about 80, remarkably handsome and
dressed in the latest fashion.
Not due to Fate" she said, laughing
at his surprise. II saw one of your
pictures in London shop. inquired the
address, and oQmo AnUvn cno0i0I(v m this
remote spot to find you.'' She opened the
carriage door. Il have to return to Lon
don tonight. want you, for the sake
Of old times: to come to the hotel and
have tea with me. Will your
He got in beside her, and the carriage