Gunnison news-champion., 1909-11-19


time came that II was not unulai !e..is
I. yicld-iB blissful wakefulueSs shs
rchearsed the thousand WAYS that sh.
might tell him
The sittin-s began The artist work
- fevegishiy and said little Angelica
began 10 fDd him more complex than
she had thought.
You are like religion. You make
me sad he said when asked about
his sonierBcss. But the answer dis
pleased Angelica and hlied her with
t~enaoHitions. Was II only black eyed
Ftorta then. who could make hin
smile:
His interest in her personality MAS
uasaser. too. foS lover. Whcu siss
spoke u Grand Rapids he had mur
injured:
''rhe rapids-.ack by the s~a whcr.
you live"
| Angelica remarked that she lived fas
ialsnd and In ptqse aAAsA . Srfereac~
20 the attorney whose Iettess hsd ,s.-a
sacgiAced
| 'Oae werthy yoa therc. Perhaps
Giuseppe is not he knows n. Aftce
. time you VIII retsvn. The gv~mt
sspids WIN swslloW yoa again. ana !
eiisll see yos se a,ore.- And Ang~ii-
ga $ annoyance at the ease with which
she was reA.,scd was oTly half re-
Reyed by his conclusion MS he touched
his breast
But shall have you here always"
Nor would he lct her see the pic
ture. Wait Till 1t is done" lac said.
Aud he painted so diligently that she
grew Jealous. IL had all his attention;
she none What was 1t like, The Inn
keeper who had seen IT, called lst.r
Giuseppes inspiration. Hut WAS she
" ls oIly AN hspiratioa; she is,kesl
st his distracted face. and a wave Of
pa,R and love oversprcad her own.
seeking TO make sosne connection is.-
tween herself and the painting. she
spoke one day of Pygmalion.
He kissed his Galatca Into life. YOU
knew" Her conviction that Giuseppe
dii know absolutely mot hing that was
ever classified aud put into a book Of
reference led her 20 add:
SHE was the statue he had made.
aud after that she became his wife
The poetry II this appealed 10 Gin
scope. nor was the parallel lost. lie
looked from her to the picture. then
gave despairing sigh:
"Ah. but have not painted Gala
tea
Anselica's auimosity toward The pie
tue grew with her love. The day il
was completed and showed To her she
could have cried aloe in despair. even
" hile she prostrateG ucrsclf before the
genius that had igaduced H. 1t was
n perfect face womans. but an
angels. ID WAS the soul Of goodness
looking down on sinners with unscorn-
inzApity. glorious. alluring up sleeps
and on ~ heights. then fitting On I've
fore. always unattainable. always ex-
when her eyes drew Dante out Of pur
gaiory into heaven.
Giuseppe loved it-not her. There
was no common ground between them.
The girls hands clinchcd with the
hopelessHess of rivalry against the
nonexistent. And. insult to insult the
thing had stolen her lincameu,s,
She II great" Angelica said. dash
ing back the tears. "She will make
You famous-and me. perhaps" There
was ring If sarcasm in the last
words that puzzled Giuseppe.
She Is great. ! have dwelt with her
day and night. until I understood She
has leeH my salvation. She has led
me On and on. I am no longer N
painter. bat an artist. Aud she Is you.
Noa have taught me this. I thank
yoa."
Angelica jerked back her hand from
his reverent lips and shreked her ex-
aslseratioA. No. no. no-sbe Is ugly.
ugly"
She had hoped to retire with dignity
The dam once broken. her emotions
pours.d cut In spite of her. '2he isn't
me. Voc have no right 10 paint that
Thing and call IL me. When you said
yea loved me. l believed it. I loved
yea In spite II your faults. But you
YEA are wicked and uHgrateful. You
demand II me uuerfection-aBd such
perfection.
Giuseppe rubbed his hand across his
forehead. stupefied. The picture and
Angelica. II seensed. were two sep
arate entities. Galatea. made flesh.
was ne longer Galatea. Here was n
woman surely. tie one he had painted
But the blessed angels did they not
exist:
"De you love me?" she dema nded
with a stamp II her feot Me or her.
which: Look ut ner. She is CO.
qsetie. You will never reach her.
however yea try. I will make you
hstPy-sc happy. Giuseppe But chooss..
clss,ee"
GiRsePe stood sSsen ncutl,e.i for n
feW da1ed moments till he Ind stared
her into focus. Not his angel now. not
ab,ve him. He might touch. possess