Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1905-05-13

blues" he said. Come along, Chris;
we'll 90 back along the cliff and make
aef rattle
Christine watched the last carriage
disappear thoughtfully silent, and then
went back to the car.
They made her rattle.
So the poet went back to town. and
Christine dwelt in the country. She
could forget; indeed, other matters oc-
cupied her attention so completely that
She quite forgot. But he went less
among his friends, and the sorrowful
note walled louder through his verses.
There was in them now the tragedy of
an idol shattered, a goddess proved but
clay, and yet compelling worship Time,
often before his friend in like trouble.
brought him now no relief Several DAYS
passed, and still he hung about the door
OF his dream place, fearful of entering,
vet unable to stride boldly away He
felt he dared not marry with the con
viction that one day love, as he knew it
then. would cease to be Marriage
meant close companionship for life vet
why should that deter him? He could
see Christine; picturing "a his miad her
graceful and charming figure. But there
beside her was her mother; and in ali
likelihood, in after years, when his eyes
must constantly dwell on her, she would
be like her mother ---
And her mother was the latest woman
he had ever seen
On bright February morning. alput
Il week after ne had left the IIartovers.
Gerald, utterly wearia1 Of the ceaseless
wiangling in his mind Of II Will'' and
Il WON'T and the mourntul Mailing If
Il wish | could went out to lind con
ISOLATION. Knowing Remuneration TO be
wisdom, yet clinging to folly, the idea
has come to him that his friend Felix,
painter and misogynist, who held all
women in contempt for having seen the
starved soul of one might sour for him
the cup of the sweetness of love full
filed, SO that he might the more easily
set it down untasted
Felix, busy on a masterpiece, greeted
him kindly. but without warmth. and
went on with his painting. Gerald flung
himself into chair and sat in moody
silence.
Written any verses latcly?" presently
inquired the artist.
Yes sighed the poet.
Cheer up" urged Felix. 1T shows a
good heart to be sorry afterward"
Gerald was too miserable to retalate
and began to wander aimlessly about the
studio. Presently he stood before a pic
ture resting on an easel in corner and
looked at it, wondering at feeling of
recognition Of the face of the woman
painted there.
WHO is this - he asked, presently.
Felix looked I'D sharply. then turned
to his work again. j
AN old friend of NINE" he said,
briefly.
$50 bad that the lady wouldn't have
So good that wouldn't part with it"
retorted Felix. Christine Hartover
called yesterday and ! got it out to show
her It was her mother, You know"
Her mother!" gasped Gerald. But
she's fat enormously fat"
She was the most beautiful woman
| have ever seen"
But | saw Mrs Hartoyer a week ago.
and she isl
Christmas stepmother. What's up?"
The poet had seized his hat. In a mo-
ment all his doubts had been dissipated.
He trod on ain. He must go to Christine
at once, throw himself at her feet, and
pour out his love. His troubles were
over.
But the deep voice of Felix came again
from behind his easel;
Christine came for my congratula-
items. She is just engaged to young
Emducane'
Gerald dropped back into a chair; Fee
liz disturbed again, came toward him.
whats the matter with you today? ?"
he asked.
II haven't been very we'll lately. 1
think I'd better get home"
Have a drop OF brandy" suggested
Felix.-Harold Gibson in the Sketch.