Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1903-04-30

In the shape of a god that was digged
of clod,
The greater honor to me-"
.If thou hast taken the common clay
And thy hands be not free
From the taint Of the soil. thou hast
made thy spoil
| The greater shame to thee
The Two Potters.
~ ICK looked at Maisie humbly
~ Never mind about the pic
ture," he said. "Are you real
" going back to Kami's a month be-
fore your timer"
Il must go if want to get the pic
ture DONE"
"And that's all you wantT'
"Of course. Don't be stupid, Dick"
"You haven't the power. You have
only the ideas-the ideas and the little
cheap impulses. How you could have
kept at your work for ten years stead
lily is mystery to me. So you are real
ly going month before you need?"
II must do my work"
'Your work-bah! No, l didn't mean
that. It's all right, dear. OF course
you must do your work and-I think
I'll say goodby for this week"
won't you even stay for teaY
''No, thank you. Have your leave to
go, dear? There's nothing more you
particularly want me to do, and the
| line work doesn't matter"
II wish you could stay, and then we
could talk over my picture. If only one
single pictures a success it draws at
tention to all the others. / know some
of my work is good, if only people
could see. And you needn't have been
SO rude about it,
"Im sorry. Well talk the Melanco-
liza over some one of the other Sundays.
There are four more-yes, one, two,
three, four--before you go. Goodby,
Maisie."
Maisie stood by the studio window,
thinking, little white at the corners
Of her lips. till the red haired girl re-
| turned.
'Dick's gone off" said Maisie, "just
| when wanted to talk about the pic
| ture. Isn't it selfish of him?'
Her companion opened her lips as if
to speak, shut them again and went on
reading ''The City of Dreadful Night"
Dick was in the park, walking round
and round tree that he had chosen as
his confidant for many Sundays past.
he wsss swearing audibly, and when
| he found That the irfirznities OF Ashe
English tongue hemmed his rage he
sought consolation in Arabic, which is
expressly designed for the use of the
afflicted. He was not pleased with the
reward of his patient service, nor was
he pleased with himself, and it was
long before he arrived at the proposi-
ton that the queen could do no wrong.
Its a losing game" he said. "Tm
worth nothing when whim of hers
is in question. But in losing game at
Port Said we used to double the stakes
and go on. She do a Melancolia! She
hasn't the power or the insight or the
training-onl the desire. She's cursed
with the curse of Reuben. She won't
DO line work because it means real
work; and yet she's stronger than am.
I'll make her understand that | can
beat her on her own Melancolia. Even
then she wouldn't care. She says can
only do blood and bones. don't believe
she has blood In her veins. All the
same | love her. and | must go on low
Ing her, and if / can humble her inor-
dinate vanity will. I'll do a Melan-
cola that shall be something like a
Melancolia-'the Melancolia that tran
scends all wit I'll do it at once, con-
bless herr
He discovered that the notion would
not come to order, and that he could not
| free his mind for an hour from the
thought of Maisies departure. He took
very small interest in her rough studies
for the Melancolia when she showed
them next week. The Sundays were
racing past, and the time was at hand
| when all the church bells in London
| could not ring Maisie back to him.
Once or twice he said something to
Bin1ie about "hermaphroditic fulfill
ties," but the little dog received so
many condolences both from Torpen-
how and Dick that he did not trouble
his tulip ears to listen.
Dick was permitted to see the girls
| off. They were going by the Dover
night boat, and they hoped to return in
August. 1t was then February, AMI
Dick felt that he was being hardly
used. Maisie was so busy stripping the
small house across the park and pack
ing her canvases that she had no time
for thought. Dick went down to Dover
| and wasted a day there fretting over a
wonderful possibility. Would Maisie
at the very last allow him one small
| kiss? He reflected that he might cap
ture her by the strong arm, as he had
seen women captured in the southern
Sudan, and lead her away; but Maisie
would never be led She would turn
her gray eyes upon him and say, "Dick,
how selfish you arer Then his courage
would fail him. 1t would be better aft
; er all to beg for that kiss.