Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1906-06-06

carrteO away Win him In hts heart,
picture that would never grow dim,
and an ache that would never be cured
till he had won fame. and might dare
to awaken the princess.
The sittings took place regularly, anc
the portrait grew, and so did theii
friendship
Pamela's deep eyes gained a glad
ness-and an added usefulness Of
which she knew not but which en-
HANGED her beauty in the eyes of Er.
roll.
His pictured Pamela had found her
soul; 1t looked out OF her glorious eyes
and startled the beh0lder by its power
and loneliness, and to Enroll it prophe.
sled fame. The real Pamela was not
quite SO confidential after a time She
was gentle and gracious always; that
was her nature, but at times she would
become shy and the acne grew and
grew in the artists heart.
He knew that the princess was ready
to awaken, but, alas! the poor prince
was delayed m his coming.
He called her playfully princess
In memory of his first impression about
her. He had made her promise not to
look at her picture till it was finished
DO grow Quickly?" she asked one
day. Il wait with impatience to see
myself"
you must not grow too fast, p in
aess, or You will not have strength tc
live. DO tire you with the sittings :
.4e added, wistfully.
."Oh, no, Mr. Erroll," was the eager
reply. They are my" one hesitated
Your what, my princess?" His dark
eyes questioned eagerly.
"They make me very happy" was the
shy answer, and the roses that only
bloomed for Enroll crowded into heI
face.
"You will spoil me for any other sit
ter, Princess Pamela" said the artist
wondering how much longer he would
be able to crush down the longing to
gather her close to his heart. Her
naive confession made the temptation
almost irresistible.
Her father was delighted with the
portrait and anxious for it TO appear in
the Royal Academy that year.
You have succeeded wonderfully,
Mr.. Erroll," he said, with more enthu-
siasm in his manner than it often
showed. MY little daughter is before
me in all her winsomeness: ant" his
"A
me out of her eyes! This picture will
make you famous hope" he added
kindly.
Il hope so. sir. And, if it docs, ]
may come back and ask yoa for far
greater favor"
'in&eed!" The Englishman retired
hastily into his shell. Il hope it may
lie in my power to grant it, if SO. But
there will be time enough to discuss
that when the picture is accepted"
The picture was hung on the line.
il represented Pamela as the artist
had first seen her, sitting in the glued
chair, with her great dark eyes gazing
out into space. And in painting her
eyes Enroll had succeeded wonderfully,
for they were as evasive in color as the
living counterparts. But instead of
the dreamy, far-oH look, there was
a dawning recognition in their soft,
tender depths, as If she already saw
her prince in the far distance, and was
longing to welcome him. Her droop-
ing mouth was shaped for kiss, and
her lap was full of violets.
1t was called "TAe Princess Waits, !"
and was proclaimed the browning tri.
umph of art in the exhibition.
Enroll found himself famous and BE-
sieged with orders. So he asked that
greater favor" which was not denied
him.
Then he persuaded Pamela to let aim
take her to see the picture. She was
quickly ready. and in clinging wooden
gown of creamy tint, with violets in
her belt and a drooping white hat, she
looked to him fairer than ever.
1t was early in the day, and the room
was empry-b lessedly empty when they
arrived there. And when Pamela had
6dZCu at neA plNL11eu scu III Souc
minutes, she turned to the artist and
said:
you said you saw it in my eyes
Is it there now?"
;'Look at me and | will tell you,"
was his reply.
She raised her eyes to his face, but
what she saw there startled her, for
after fieeting glance. her white lids
fell
Then Enroll drew her close and
closer, and STOPPING his dark head, laid
a tender kiss on the curved lips, while
he whispered. Wake up, princess,
your prince has come"