The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-07-07
THE TWO V1ANlPEVEL S
BY BOOTH HARRINGTON. /.
Copyright by Mcclure, Philips & Co.

she smiled sadly back upon the smile
| In the picture. and dreamed about It's ori-
ginal night after night.
Whether or not another figure, that Of
| a dark young man In white hat. with
a white kitten etching his wrist In red,
| found any place In Ter dreams at this
period, It Is impossible to determine. She
| aid not SEQ him again. 1t Ia quite an
other thing, hazardous to venture, to
state that he did not see her. at all
events, It is certain that many people
who had never bchcld her were talking
OF her; that Rouen was full or conten.
| ton concerning her and her GIT OF
| music, for a song can be heard throush
an open window. And how did IT hap
pen that Crailey Gray knew that 1t was
| Miss Carewe's habit to stroll In her gar
! den for half an hour or so each evening
before retiring. and that she went TO
mass every morning soon after sunrise
Crailey Gray never rose at or near sun
| rise in his life. though he sometimes
bohelfn It from another point Of view at
the end Of the evening. It appears that
some ono must have told him.
Ono night when TIE moon lay whitc
on the trees and housetops. Miss Betty
| paused In her evening promenade ana
seated herself upon bench on the Dor
books OF the time would have put IT.
'by the sweet tranquility Of the scene, >"
and wrought upon by the tender incen-
tive to sighs and melancholy which youth
| in loneliness finds in lovelness OF the
earth The breeze bore the smells OF the
| old -fashioncd garden OF violets and cher
nv blossoms, and q sound OF distant Vio-s
| Inns came on the air playing the new
| song from the new opera.
"But I also dreamt, which pleased me
most.
| That YOU loved me Just the same"
| they sang. and with the lit Of them and
| the keen beauty Of the night, the inner
| tied pain of the ages rose from the
depths Of the young girls heart, SO that
| she thought 1t must break, for what rca-
son she could not have told, since she
was without caro- or sorrow that she
knew, except the French Revolution. yet
| tears shone upon the long lashes. She
| shook them off ana looked up With
sudden odd consciousness. The next sec
| ond she sprang to her feet with gasp
| and q checked outcry, her hands pressed
| to her breast.
Ten PAGES in front of her gap in the
shrubbery where tall trees rose left
small radiant area OF illumination ike
| that of a llme-light in n theatre. Its brill
liancy intensified by the dark foliage be-
hind. It was open to view only from the
bench by which she stood, and appeared.
indeed like the stage Of h9little theatre,
n stage occupied by a bizarre figure. For,
In tho center of this shining patch, with
| n fair haired young man, dressed IN
yellow coat, n scarlet and white striped
waistcoat. wearing q jauntily cooked
black hat on his head. And even to the
last detail. tho ribbon laces above me
ankle and the gold-buckled shoes. he
was the sketch Of Georges Melhac
sprung into life.
About this slender figure there hung
wan sweetness like a fine mist, almost
an cthereality In that light; yet IN the
u ~ raEIclaIG..
something OF the actor. too; and, though
his smile was gentle and wistful. there
was twinkle behind It, not seen at
first something amused and 1mpish;
small surprise underneath. IKE flea
in q rose jar.
Fixed to the spot by this apparition, Miss
BETTY stood wildly staring, her straining
eyelids showing the white above and be.
low the large brown iris Her breath
came faster and deeper. until, hetween
Quick sound like q sob At that he spoke.
"Forgiye mel" Tho voice was low.
vibrant, and so exceedingly musical that
he might have been accused OF coolly
selecting his best tone; and IT became
only sweeter when. even more softly. ir
n gemi-whisper OF almost cruc:ai plead
ing. he said "Ah-don't go away!
In truth, she could not go; she had
been too vitality stirred: she began TO
treuhlc excessively. and sank back up
on tho beach. motioning him away with
yagua gestures of her shaking hands.
This was more than the lncroyaple had
count,1 upon and far from his desires.
He started forward with an exclamation.
Don't como near mel she gnspcd.
WHO arc you? Go away
GIVE me one second to explain. ne
began; but with the instant reinsurance
OF this beginning she cut him or short
her fears dspelled by his ccmmonpiace.
Nay Indignation displaced them so quick
~ that she fairly flashed UP petore MN
to her full height.
"You did not come IN by n. gate"
she cried. "What do you mean by coming
here In that dress? What right have you
in my gari,1?'
Just one word" he begged quickly,
but very gently. you'd allow n street
beggar that much!'
She stood before him. painting, and, as
he thought, glorious, in her ru;h .. youth
and anger. Tom Yanrevel had painted
her ncoherently. but richly. In spite of
that his whole heart being In too por-
trait; and Crailey Gray had smiled at
what he deemed the exaggeration of IN
ordinarily unimpressionable man who
had fallen In love Fat first sisht' yet
in the presence of the reality, the In
croyable decided that Tom'a colors had
been gray and humble. II was not that
she was merely lovely, that her nose
was straight and her chin dexteriously
wrought between square and oval; that
her dark hair lay soft as a shadow on her
white brow; not that the trembling hand
she held against her breast sprang from n
taper wrist and tapered again to the tiIs
OF the long fingers; nor that she WAS of
that slenderness as strong as 1t is deli
cate: not all the exquisite regularity
of line and mould. nor simplicity Of color,
gave her that Significance which made the
Incroyable declare to himself that he
stood for the first time In tho presence
of Beauty, and that now he knew the
women he had been won't to call bcauti
full were but pretty. And yet her beauty,
he told himself was the least Of her
loneliness, for there was glamour about
her. It was not only the rlchasss of her
youth; but there was an ineffable exhala-
ton which seemed to be made partly Of
light. partly of the very spirit Of hos, and
oddly enough. partly OF the scent Of the
little fan than hung by ribbon from her
waist. This was a woman like wine, no
felt, there was bouquet.