The Newark journal., 1905-06-30

they had been through all the grades oi the public schools together; they had entered and graduated from college in company; they had shared the same pleasures and trials of youth; and, when Prince Fortunate finally married, Albert had officiated as best man.
 'I am happy to see you, said Albert, extending his hand in greeting. Life would indeed be unbearab1e for bach. elor like me if 1 were not sure of always being welcomed here In fact, I'm afraid my affection for you is the best trait have"
 The sculptor, unable to speak, gazed t his friend in amazement, for Albert's syes were like thin glasses through which his thoughts could be seen like pictures in book Instead of feeling the sincere affection which he protested the hor- ritied sculptor read his true thoughts, which, put in words, were: 'Compan- on of my youth, I loathe you for all the good deeds you have done. You are ] perfect type of manly beauty while am monster of ugliness; you are rich, 1 am poor; you are blessed with health, 1 am a wreck: you love me. while hate you-ses, I hate you for your kindness and the humiliation 1 have suffered. De- spite my hatred, however, 1 an zefeed to play the hypoerite I must be es3s- cially amiable this day above all. be cause l intend to borrow a thousand francs from you"
 But the revelation did not end here Prince Fortunate, with the aid of the glasses of truth. further learned that from the time they had played marbles together, Albert had envied and hated him. He felt himself growing diz2y-it was like beautiful edifiee erumbling away, leaving his soul aghast,
 "Go away, false friend D shrieked he, at last, you have permitted spirit of mean jealousy to destroy noble friend ship" And without more ado, he thrust his comrade out of the studio, and when Albert looked back beseechingly he slammed the door in his face.
 Later in the evening, when the dusky shades of night were silently stealing into the studio, Prince Fortunate, lost in dreams, was joined by his beautiful wife. She kissed him tenderly, sat by his side, and, as usual. talked of the numerous nothings that filled her days. She had been to a bargain sale at the Louvre; it had rained little at about three o'clock; 1t was said that the new drama at the Gymnase was very inter esting. And then, in careless manner, she ventured: "Oh, by the way. met the cant ain ua will dino uyif nc fhia evening" Pretending to be bored, she added: Annoying, isn't 1t. dear? 1 can't abide the flop, he's so eoneeited."
 A servant softly entered and lighted the lamps. Prince Fortunate, who, in the darkness of his studio, had almost forgotten his magic glasses, raised his head and met his wifes eyes, which seemed at that moment, to be contem- plating charming souvenir This is what was really disclosed to him: Tn an elegantly furnished apartment in one of the leading hotels of the city he observed two lovers wrapped in each others arms. Prince Fortunate smothered cry of pain. for in the picture he recognized his wife and the captain.
 At first he was loath to believe the awful revelation. These glasses lie" he thought. This cannot be possible !" Then he looked fxedly at his wife, whose glance fell under his gaze Her eyes shone with an unnatural bril- liancy, she was III at ease, nervous and when she hastily left the room he was convinced that the glasses had told the truth; that her thoughts were not with him, but with the captain whom he had believed to be an ad- mirer of his work instead of his wife
 The sculptor was overwhelmed. Bow ing his head, he exclaimed: "Oh! Truth, thou has taken from me all that made my life complete and happy"
 Mechanically he turned toward his unfinished work. the Lymph and the Satyr. Here lies my only consola- tion." he murmured, gratefully. Moth ing can rob me of the joy of being an artist. of being able to create the beau tifui"
 Bit upon approaching his work he was surprised to hear the statues con- vers,~g.
 Why am I so homely7" moaned the