Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-06-16
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4 ongbt his frail constitution, and the
-ar+ions bv which he had hoped TO live,
Tod slowly for his death. A coming
n indeed. but as yet moneyless.
Tho education he had labored to give
-. bovs Horace and Robert, he foresaw,
Md he cut short; and the regret caused
4bis was the bitterest trouble of his
last hours. :.
pr+ the efforts of prudent wife in
oyerted the calamity. Her slender
pa could. however, afford their trans
e Hie'-a only to the fold of less expensive
tiers Int they came out worthy eX-
arnnles of their sire. They enjoyed the
~ Heritage of his strenuous nature IN
tLa nnswerying industry which marked
totb with something of his splendid abil-
~. hut Robert had double portion,
He showed early leaning towards art
and noetry. and in spite of the unfavor-
NJ outlook arr offered as a profession,
~ eventually embraced it. Horace caught
~ The falling mantle of his father, and
nnode the law his walk. But the strong
hereditary element remained with both,
though their paths were divergent; and
50 # Jared that Robert was admired,
Horace successful. When Cassandra
Foscari first came between them, they
we're the affectionate pair they had ever
been; but her coming marked the close
If their bovhood, and with it began the
tragedy of life. 1t was the little rift
which quickly silenced all the music of
their mutual love.
Robert first met her at the house of a
brother artist in London. Her father, an
Italian refugee, had died during his ex-
lie in England. leaving his daughter, as
her sole inheritance, wealth of good
looks and profound knowledge based
upon experience, of the ways and means
of this world.
From an artistic point of view, Robert
could not fail to be attracted by her.
Her warm beauty, her keen sympathy
and intelligence in all matters of art, and
the charm of her perfect abandon-which
he quickly perceived, however, to be but
the "artful care" of one affecting to be
unaffected were the secret links which
brought them to friendship. But there
It ceased; the interest was purely artistic
so far, at any rate, as he was con
cerned.
She came often to his studio, and there
one day it CHANGED that she met Horace,
who had dropped in casually to look at
Roberts newest picture, "Lamia." His
growing fame as clever advocate may
not have reached her ears, but the fine
tribute paid to his genius by the presid-
ing Judge, at the close of a recent trial
Of some celebrity, was on the lips of
everyone.
In congratulating Robert upon his
brothers. success, she paid pointed homage
to Horace, and covertly plumed herself
on the acquisition of so brilliant man
to the circle of her admirers. They con-
versed with the familiarity of profess
sional folk, and at parting, Horace made
a covert sign to Robert, and received by
return hearty assurance that something
was mot at all" as he had supposed
He pressed him, however, to arrange for
little recherche dinner at his chambers,
emitting to mention the lady's name for
whose honor it was intended. But Rob
ert plainly understood, and carried Cas-
sandra off with him to Horace's rooms on
the following Friday evening.
Horace was more than ever charmed
by her, and told Robert at parting,
though not in so many words, yet in a
language past question, that he loved
her, Fortunately, Robert knew the com
plant to be epidemical. In London, at
that moment, he could point to no less
than half dozen men who were suffer
ing from it; but Horace's tacit confession
surprised him not a little.
Well" he unused, as he parted COM
pany with Cassandra at Grosvenor
square, I'm not my brothers keeper,
but"
To complete his sentence requires that
one should reduce to a system the mani
fold intrIacies of the human heart, par
ticuarly expounding its peculiar faculty
for anticipating the darkness ere the sun
IS well up
Robert for love, Horace" muir
INJURED Cassandra, as she tossed restlessly
upon her bed. With a sense of disquiet.
and feeling unable to sleep, she had
thrown on dressing gown and settled
down to read. 1t was a volume of Swim
burne she had taken up, and the book
opened by chance at one of those superb
passages which occur in the poets early
Ballads and POEMS
White rose in red rose garden
Is not so white:
Snowdrops that plead for pardon
And pine for fright.
AT the end of the second stanza she
cropped the book and threw herself upon
tie tel.
Late rose whose life is brief
Whose loves are light
ana her thoughts wandered back to the
brothers
Suddenly there was sharp rappine at
r5' door, followed by voice calling her
Hastily getting off the bed she unfastened
me door, and inquired who was there
SONORA"
"Who?"
lie had sent up a card. Horace Bar
She dismissed the woman, and went
Gown to the sitting room to receive him.
NAe saw as he entered that his face was
P.oe. but his eyes glowed with the love
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