The representative., 1901-05-02
A HOPELESS LOVE
Tomorrow"
]. F. GRIFFIN.

Tomorrow"
There was 80 much incredulous passion
ate pain in the mans voice that even
naughty Lenore GlencO turned little pale;
conquered fortune and wrung laurels from
the reluctant hand of fame, had bent as
low before her beauty and her power as
did this struggling artist-this stranger
whom her father had employed to paint her
"TomoTrow!" he said once more, with
working lips. II did not know it-1 did
not dream it. Tomorrow"
A naughty anger lighted in her azure
eyes: then the long golden lashes hid
vet aside and looked .once more at the
portrait on the easel. Her own face, calm
and regal and allurlng, her own form.
with all its sovereign grace.
You seem very much surprised, Herr
Griswold." she said slowly, in chill, musi-
cal accents. yet I fancy most of the
people who have heard of me know that
on the morrow I become a bride. I am
glad the portrait Is finished; l could not
give another sitting. and wished my
father to have this reminder Of me. You
have made OF 1t marvellous likeness,
father to you, and now will bid you fare
well.''
She allowed the velvet to fall and hide
the portrait. and with a slight inclination
Of her stately, sunny head turned away.
But she had not gone half dozen steps
when the young man darted before her
and nung himself on his knees at her feet,
lifting face as white as sea foam to the
light that came redly in from the western
window.
''Oh, do not leave me 80! I know my
presumption, my madness, but listen; let
me say 1t once in words-I have told you in
@ hundred ways unreproved-I love you'll
love you!"
The eyes of the beautiful girl fairly
flashed, then grew cruelty cold and hard as
blue steel.
"Unreproved?" she said, haughtily. do
you know why, sir painter? Because we do
not reprove what we do not deign to no.
tice. What madness has made you forget
that am the daughter of Baron Glenco, the
aClauced Of the Marquis LIE Noir? While
you-you have been employed by my father
to but paint me, as you have done. Rise,
Herr Griswold, or at least suffer me to
pass."
~"Oh, for the love Of pity, leave with me
but touch of your hand-but a single
word" he prayed. Il know how true 1t all
Is :hat you have said; but am mad-mad!
And tomorrow you become a bride. Oh,
lend to me once: lay your hand even on my
hair, and l will forever bless you! 1 am
dying Of my love!'
strained sobs-that lifted his bosom con-
vulsively and shook his whole slight, grace
fui form; the masses of rich hair had
grown damp on his forehead; his eyes had
such pain in them as comes to the eyes
Oi a stricken deer.
But the woman before him, held there by
the hands fastened in her velvet DRESS did
not soften, did not bend; instead, q slow.
angry, naughty color flushed her fAwless
face.
You are mad!'' she said coldly, scorn-
fully, drawing her robes from his tremu-
lous hands, and erecting her golden head
with more than human pride. II bend to
you! lay my hand in. yours! Let me
again remind you that am a mobiles daueh-
ter, and royal blood is In my veins You
have surely forgotten that am not q
peasant, to whom your love would be well
come and your emotion compliment
"Hear me! Say one kindly word to
prove that you are human and can feel for
me. az even q queen might feel for one
who loved her without hope! Because the
same God created us! Spare me your
seorn!' he prayed, agonixedly.
But she drew beyond the reach of hfs
outstretched hands, turned, in the warm
sunset glow, and went--siowly languidly.
proudly-leaving him there alone In the
masni6cent light OF the dying day, prone.
Is he had hung himself, face downward
On the polished oAken AoOr, quivering. shud-
Aering. STRICKEN unto death almost. BY the
cuen she haA Auns from - eyes upon