The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-04-12
The PRICE OF FAME.
BY ELLIOTT FLOWER.

THE young artist was happy in spite
i of his poverty. OF course, he
suffered disappointments and Otter
rallied at fate, but there was one to
whom he could fly for sympathy
whose loving caresses made him for
get his failures, and he was happy
with her or thinking of her. He
found infinite pleasure in his work
too, for she was the figure in the
picture he was painting.
"My next picture" he had told her
twill be famous one for you will be
in it. 1t was preordained that your
influence should make me famous;
that l should owe success to you"
"Yes," she answered with laugh
81 will inspire you to paint a great
picture. 1t will be my work, all
mine"
= So he had worked away in his little
room and whistled or sang as he
worked, but his progress was slow
He stopped at times to indulge in
reveries and bright day dreams OF
the future; at other times sudden
fear of failure would come over him.
and he would fly to her. He had been
disappointed so often--why might not
even this picture fail to give him the
success for which he strove? Some
times, also, he would leave his work
to take long walks and think of her
These Interruptions so delayed him
that his friend, Bertram, shook his
head when he saw how little had been
done.
'You are too happy" he said
Happiness is careless of time and
of detail. A great sorrow inspires
many a man to great work, and ii
may be SO with you, Oscar"
"You forget love-" laughed Oscar
-'What greater inspiration can have
than that? Ethel shall be the soul
of my art
"Iove is sufficient unto ITSELF" an
swered Bertram, "but sorrow de-
mands other things of man, and SO
often brings fame"
'Ah, but 1 have happiness now, and
shall have fame later. shall ac-
quire one through the other"
He returned to his work, laughing
at the misanthropic views of Ber-
tram, and soon his picture was nearly
finished. 1t was shown to few
friends and was pronounced beauti-
full. Even Bertram admired it and ad-
mitted that it should bring a good
price.
at should bring more than that"
exclaimed Oscar. st should bring
what / have worked for oil my life
at least an opening to the road of
fame, that I may travel it and reach
the goal. Fame as well as money,
Bertrand Fame as well as money!
I have struggled for them and will
have both"
But on the morrow came O change.
He drew curtain over the picture,
and went to tell Ethel that in two
days he would have it ready for the
frame. In two days, two short days,
the labor of months would be COM
pleted, and he told himself that those
days would pass quickly, filed as they
would be, with thoughts of her who
had been his inspiration. She had
been so interested in the picture, so
anxious that it should be finished, so
sure that all the glorious anticipa-
tions would be realized that he knew
she would be delighted when told
that it was so near completion. She
was expected back from the country
where she had been visiting relatives,
that day. She had been gone q week,
and q week is q long time to such a
lover as Oscar. 1t seemed to him as il
1t had been month at the very
latest. He was in such a state of
ecstasy and expectation that he did
not notice the look of pity in her sis
ter's eyes as she told him that Ethel
had not returned.
"Well, she will come tomorrow"
he said endeavoring not TO show his
disappointment.
mo; she will not come tomorrow"
replied the sister, gently,
"why? Has anything happened to
her?" he asked anxiously. "She
wrote to me only two days ago"
"She has been married." said the
sister.
MARRIED." he cried, catching at the
doorpost for support.
Then the story was told him. She
had eloped two days before with q
wealthy young man who had seen