The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-07-03
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1 phrases to assure her of his constant. | unfaiitng love. She knew that he was ' sincere; that her welfare was an that I actuated the letter.
 How like him." she murmured. NO | other man but Edwin could write . | love letter like that. and I hope he never will again: could not stand it." When at last she fell asleep, the let | ter was clasped in her hands, which lay folded on the steamer rug. an ad- | dition to the scanty bedding on her cot. and her breath came in quick gasps. like the sobs of a little child. The "atelier" was crowded when sLe ! went to her work in the wet clay the next morning, and she hoped to gain her own corner without attracting at- tention. But her pale cheeks did not l escape the notice of the tall American who was perpetrating sadly mis- I shapen figure near her own we'll block ed out work. Are you not we'll. Miss Weber," he asked, with a note in bis voice of deeper feeling than the occasion l seemed to demand.
 Quite well, thank you." Anne re- piled wearily. and the young man looked at her responsibility. He want ed to tell her that she was doing al- together wrong. abusing her health. wasting her strength. and, worst of all, breaking his heart. but experience had taught him that 1t was not safe ground of conversation.
 It was the day on which the master the great Parisisn sculptor, was ex- pected to criticize. and Anne applied herself assiduously to her clay, which. 1 under her delft fingers. rapidly grew l more and more like the model. T am through with this." said the young man at length. 'i have tested l my artistic ability and found that can't even mold snow man." He | scornfully chopped off the nose of his | clay figure. which only added another l deformity to the already maimed-look- l ing creature.
 My old man always said that art was not in our blood. but wanted to see for myself. and it didn't take me | long. Don't think l have not realized how impossible my work Is. but have stayed In the atelier-you know why-and I'll stay yet if you will give me any hope" he added eagerly.
 No, don't etay." Anne replied. soft ly. He was such dear boy she could not be anything but gentle to him. Well. then.' he said. disconsolate- | ly, "I'n throw art over and go into the string business with Dad. as he has always wanted me to do."
 That will be better. I am sure. | said Annie. smiling at the mutilated torso. for the young man had been carelessly hacking 1t while he talked.
 "The old man is certainly dead anx- ious for the prodfgafs return, for got fifty-dollar cablegran from him
 this morning, asking me to pull up stakes and go at once. The dear old | htYu | mess looks so bright. He has just
 won a tremendous lawsuit against a
 trust: some daring young lawyer car ried the thing through, and Dad Is | crazy over him. He wrote me some time ago that if the suit was won he
 intended to retain the chap as per- manent counsel for the company. II
 will be the making of Edwin Bowen,
 whoever he is!"
 Edwin Bowen?" repeated Anne.
 questioningiy.
 "Yes. Edwin Bowen. My old man
 even put his name in the cable say
 ing the suit was won"
 Edwin Bowen!" Anne said again.
 "why, do you know him?"
 "Yes, very we'll. indeed" hhe an-
 swered, and then shel fell in little
 heap Jn the damp atelier floor. and
 the students who rushed to lid tie
 young man in bringing her out ot the
 faint. spoke together of the serious
 consequences of overwork. and they
 all determined to be more moderate
 than ever.
 As soon as she felt strong enough to
 walk she started back to her room ip
 Rue Servandoni. and the concierge IGei
 her at the door of the tall. -oopiina
 house with a look of alarm, f1r she
 knew that cablegramS were serious
 things. and she had one for the ;ale
 little American madamoiselle. -Anne's fingers trembled as she tore tt open
 and her heart bounded as she read:
 Darkest before dawn-success-I am
 coming, my love!"
 Nine words beside the address. and
 no code used" said Anne. vaguely. "It
 must have cost twice as much as a
 whole weeks living" and she laughed
 little hysterically. as she quickly
 mounted the long. narrow stairs. foV
 her heart had given wings to her feet [, EBRATION," by Louise R. Rhodes