The daily tribune., 1907-07-12

Est the pain OF 1t. Then. when the
love Of the doing began to take pos,
session of him, he gave himself TO II
with such zeal that he surprised even
htmsslf, His friends seldom found
hiM at the clpha Rnd his brother
artists missed A!M at the thaatars,
On tho few pcsasioaa when he did 10
out among people he Invariably N,
turned Allied With 4 soors OF rsareta
because no had gone, for il Invariably
ohaneed that he heard something
about har Her sojourn with friends
In London was one OF unsurpassed
social success, In Paris she had been
dined and wined, and the last floating
rumor was that she had Joined mo.
tor party through France to the Re-
viera, She was the guest OF the Math.
ew Henderson's and. cruel tongues
added, young Henderson had fallen
madly in love with her.
Farnsworth did no. speculate fur.
ther, but the sting OF the pain re.
mained. 1t was there always, In the
morning when he arose and at nigh
when he went to bed, always that dull.
aching pain. 1t is hard to work when
an unseen viper is slowly eating out
the very core Of ones heart, but
Farnsworth clutched his play with
grip of steel and wrote on feverishly.
Into 1t he put all the Joy of his love,
all the bitterness of his sorrow, and
his theme was the immutability of
love. He was just writing the closing
speech
"Lovel 1t is the crowning boon OF
God, ii is God, the infinite, the quintes.
sence of perfection. 1t has no begin.
ming and no end. Glory be to love
eternal!"
The writer pushed back his chair
and stared blankly into space. Then
he drew small vellum from his desk
and turned to the allegory, THE
Ashes of Love" wan smile over
spread his weary features.
An hour or two later there was
tap at the door of Farnsworth's apart
ments, but there was no answer from
within. The tap was repeated; then
the door was pushed open gently from
without
A young girl in travelling costume
entered shyly, looking cautiously
about her. Her glance took In the de-
serted studio and swept down the
shadowy vista through the rooms be-
yond. There seemed to be no occu.
pant. Reassured, she crossed over to
the desk. She would leave q note and
slip out. A strange Guttering of the
heart seized her when she found
heap OF tumbled sheets of manu-.
script written in his hand Something
irresistible held her gaze. Before she
was aware of 1t, she was reading the
closing lines. Her heart within her
almost ceased to beat. Then her eyes
fell on the little volume lying care.
lessly among the leaves. 1t opened at
The Ashes of Love- and in the mar.
gin she read his note-"base sacri
lege.' All the wildness of pent emo
ton mastered her. She kissed the
words hotly.
There was a sudden stirring In the
farther corner of the room. The girl
turned and, to her unspeakable amaze.
ment, found a figure stretched out on
couch, the face buried in the pill
lows. Softly she tlptoed to the pros
trate man, bending over him until her
hot breath famed his hair. He stirred
again and, unable to control herself
longer she took his head between her
hands. smothering hot kisses upon his
hair, his cheek, his mouth. He open.
ed his eyes unseeingly. "Pauline!" he
cried, Pauline, don't go!'
mo, | won't go. darling. I've come
back to look for you. l came as soon
as ! found out It was one morning
in the cathedral OF Notre Dame when
the great organ was crying out to
touch the souls of men! 1t was then
that | felt the divine revelation. l.
knew what 1t was to love" A great
dry sob rose in her throat, but she
added with trembling voice. "the
knowledge of love came to me, but not
the faith OF it-not until now-for all
through the suspense Of this drag
ging week | felt the cold fear clutch
at my heart, the fear that ! should
find only the ashes OF love and the
empty scrawl."
The man. now fully awake, was star
Ing fixedly at the girl kneeling by his
side. Then he threw his arms pas
slonately about her "Pauline!" he
cried, holding her so close that he
smothered her sobs. Pauline, | thank
God It was given you to know and to
believe"