The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1909-10-16


sou live?"
Angelic. remarked that she lived far
inland and in piquc added reference
TO the attorney whose letters had been
sacrificed.
zone worthy you there? Perhaps
Giuseppe is not. He knows 1t. After
time you will return. The great
-apids will swallow you again. and ]
shall see you 40 more" And Angeli-
Gus annoyance at the ease with which
she was resigned WAS only half re-
nnyed by his conclusion rs he touched
| mis- breast
hut | shall have you here always"
Nor would Ii" let her see the pic
ture. wait till it is done. he said.
And he painted so diligently that she
grew Jealous. 1t hud all his attentions:
she none. What was ii like? The inn.
keeper. who had seen ii. called her
liiuSrppe's Inspiration. E'lt was she
to he only an Inspiration: She looked
M his abStrucled face. hnd wave OF
,,aiu and love ovcrspread her own.
Seeking to make soIue connection be-
tween herself aud the painting, she
spoke one day OF i'ygnaliOn.
"IIe kissed hls Galatea into life. you
know" Her conviction that Giuseppe
did know absolutely nothing that whs
ever classified aud put into a book OF
reference led her to add:
"She was the statue he had made.
| and after that she became his wife,
The poetry OF this appealed TO Gu
seppe. nor was the parallel lost. He
looked from her to the picture. then
gave dcspalrin@ Sigh:
"Ah. but | have not painted Gala
tea."
Angelira's animosity toward the pic
.ure grew with her love. The day II
was completed aud showed to her she
could have cried aloud in despair. even
while she prOStruted herself before the
genius thul had produced II. 1t was
perfect face--no woman's. but al
angels. 1t WIS the soul Of goodness
looking down on SiuuerS with unscOrn'
| lug pity. glorious. alluring up sleeps
and on to heights. then aittlng on be-
| fore always uunttainable. always ex'
aiting. So Beatrice must have been
when her eyes drew Dante out OF pur'
gutory iufo heaven.
Giuseppe loved it-uOt her. There
was no coa,non ground between them.
| The girls hands clinched with the
hope!esSncss pr rivnlry against the
uoneyisteut. Aud. Insult to insult. the
thing had stolen her lineaments!
"She is greut." Angelica said. dash
| lug bark the tears. "She will make
you famous. aud me. perhaps" There
was ttug OF sarcasm in the last
words that puzzled Giuseppe.
.She Is great. base dwelt with her
day and uight. until | understood. She
has beeu my salvation. She has led
me on aud OH. am no longer a
painter. but un artist And she is you
You have taught me this. thank
you"
Angelica jerked back her hand from
his revereut lips and shrieked her e1
aSperarion. NO, no. no--she IL ugly
ugly"
She had hoped to retire with dignity
The dam once broken. her emotions
poured out In spite Of her. "She isn't
me. You have no right to paint that
thing and Gull 1t NE. When you said
you loved me. believed It. loved
you in spite Of your faults. Put you
you are wirked and ungrateful. You
demand OF me perfectiOn-and such
perfection"
Giuseppe rubbed his hand across his
forehead. stupefied. The picture and
Angelica. it seemed. were two sep
arate entities. Galateu. made flesh
was no longer Galaten. Here was
woman surely. the one be had painted
But the blessed angels. did they moi
exist!
DO you love me-" she demanded
with stamp Of her foot. Me or her
which? Look at ner. She is co
ouette. You will never reach her
however you try. | will make you
happy 80 happy. Giuseppe. But choose
! choose"
Gi1lsrppr sia"L open mcuthed for .
few dazrd moments till he had stared
her into focus. Not biS ANGEL now. no!
above him. lie might touch. possess
A woman this with the features 81
dear tp him. red tipped. fnircr THAI
tloria. The earth called loudly It
him. Hcareu was far Gtf. The clouds