Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-09-14
CHAPTER xI1-(continued.)

1.-THE daughter of great house" he
said Stands for that house, In Its
good and It's evil Iphigenia couldn't
be other than an Atrides though she
herself was innocent enough Madame
Elisabeth couldn't be other than
Bourbon, though she herself could
never have done wilful wrong to any
one. And Miss Paula Trafford--no,
no." he broke off won't say it,
"Please!" she begged. please!
insist"
miss Paula Trafford," he went on.
again, comes of race that has had
q giants strength, and has used 1t
like "a giant. There! I've offended
you, and we've been such good
friends till now! Tomorrow this will
have gone to the Salon, and our asso-
citation together will be over. You
will have your portrait, and l shall
have"
aWhat?" she questioned. You will
have-what?"
II shall have the JOY Of having
painted it. 1t will go where l shall
probably never see it; but 1t will re-
main my work. AS long as 1T exists,
It will present you as I've seen ana
known and understood you That's a
part of the artists recompense that
he can never lose. Nothing could
take away from Pygmalion the glory
y Of having created Galatea."
'But Galatea came to life for him.
She stopped abruptly, biting her
lip. She had spoken without weigh
ing the significance of her words.
The color that came and went in her
y cheek called forth dark flush in
Winship's, as, for the first time they
stood looking at each other In emo
ton they made no effort to conceal.
The silence that followed seemed to
throb with what could not be spoken.
"She will always live for me- he
said. with a slight gesture towards
the portrait.
''Yes-as the woman who could
never associate herself from the
wrongs inflicted by one class upon
another"
Couldn't she?''
Winships tone was lower and he
drew near her, looking down into her
clear eyes.
That's for you to judge" she MUIR
INJURED, family.
How"
I ~ was strong she said, summon
\ ing all her strength to spead boldly;
4 'T was wrong when said that Gale
II tea came to life. Pymalion prayed
b the gods to bestow. life on her. 1t
b was his prayer that wrought the mira
Acle.''
n (Which MEANS" he said, slowly
drawing nearer still@"thatssif pray
"The gods might hear you she fin
ished. softly turning her eyes away
aBut if the call into life meant fol
Galatea the coming-down from her
golden pedestal?-f it meant sacri
4 fce?-renunciaticn?- sharing of 9
poor mans life-?"
Roger! Quick. Come here!"
Marah's voice had the sharp ring
that belongs to intense moments o.
existence. Winship rushed to his
mothers side Paula followly slowly
Mrs. Winship had lifted herself II
4 her chair and was sitting upright
Her arms were out-stretched and hel
q hands raised. as though in supplica
ton. The sightless eyes seemed tt
n be looking straight into heaven.
u Roger" she called, in a loud cleal
u voice.
4 eyes, mother, I'm here" He seiz
B ed her hand in both of his.
y Paula"
~ The voice was weaker now, DuC tIlt
left hand seemed to beat the air
" feeling for response. Para clasp
Y ed the trembling fingers to he
81 breast. =
q Slowly. feebly. and with the las
X TACT of earthly strength, the dying VIC
y man drew the two hands together.
81 "Pardon!" she murmured.
Neither Paula nor Winship glance
at each other. They lost thought 70
8aal what happened to themselves in sigh
II Of the passage of a soul. When thei
80 }hands met it was with firm, in
|# 5stiactive clasp.
VI "TovelI" the mother sighed agair
Ms and fell back among the pillows.
M There was a long minutes waitine
S till the silence was broken by Marah'
sna wall. Il
ooh, mother, mother, have you !,
SS word for supe2 I've loved you so
s#s I've loved you 80"
3 The little old maid flung herse1
B upon her knees 1t seemed to he
L now as if she had been deprived c
Ssb the last poor bit of human rights
for the blind woman never spols
W again.
E4A CHAPTER XIII.
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