The Ogden standard. [volume] (Ogden City, Utah) 1902-1910, 1909-08-14

remembered the Apeunncs and the day for their dc
Parturc was set Jane heard 1t from Rudolph with no
what shall do them she said What shall do
then?
They were sitting on the sun-dial bench in the early
evening. and Jane, in her little white gown, already
looked like the ghost OF the wonderful weeks that had
You will live on here" said Rudolph and the reality
words. in the world of beautiful things that we have
believed IN And you will believe in them STILL and
VIII work, and some day
Rudolph saw the little arc Of the new moon over the
NAPLES. His voice broke Lie was infinitely sad, he
thought, watching the little moon.
The night OF Rudophs arrival in Paris Paris claimed
m, as OF old. Tor her own. For poor Rudolph though
he loved beauty, loved symbols more, and after six
months fiery enough labor IN atehcr, where he fat
tened upon praise and called sharp criticism envy and
iaened anyway. he went the way OF many rich young
deyotec OF the outside Of things and slipped into the idle
lie OF peed deante. In his previous years III Paris
he had been comparatively unknown outside his set of
rich young Americans and pretty Frcnchwomen who
affected art for the sake of artfulncSS But now he
CHANGED TO charmugly certain series of for
tunatc orders, and he originated a fad He did dainty
shcphcrdesScs and dancing shepherds as il he had been in
love with each and he painted dyads and naiadS his
brush made OF and reeds. And at last
he fashioned for comtcssc ponadc box with an oupfc
and syph on the cover that delighted the comtcse and
his pretty fame began
Thereafter he was seen often at the Salon in the
company OF some great lady to whom he remarked
All. yeSl The japanese certainly have the RIGHT
thought-thc fine thought 1t is the little things that arc
worth doing well the little worries the little porcelains
These great cauyases-alas for art! Surely God de-
lighted rather IN asmoning the back Of beetle than in
permitting the entire Sahara
Madame Victor died within the year Of her return to
France, and Just before her death she asked Rudolph
about Jane
She never answered my last letter he replied plain
lively There was a good phrase III it, too, l
member"
Yon know that her father has died" said Madame
Victor gently. Now She is living there alone"
Dear little soul SAID Rudolph, with real tears her
whole life the love OF what she calls the fine things
Why here IN Paris clever their love Of
beauty clever mode OF attracting clever men to them
1t IS one OF their mcthods-lse painting touching up
their hair They have such poverty OF resource as to
make 1t their whole life Poor little Jane"
Poor little Jane! Two years after Rudolph left for
Paris, she gave up her hope For two years she went
i'll the lonely days just after her fathers death she would
80 ocner-bu not until the two years had passed did
the light within her quite die out Then she did not
blame Rudolph ne was not strong and he had been
drawn away from her, he worshppcd beauty and some
beautiful, soullesS woman had won him away; he had
forgotten the wonderful things that they two had loved
together
At the end Of the two years it CHANGED that one Of
those OF exaggerated greatness which are always
drifting back to a prophets native town reached Mid
dleton 1t only that 10y a visitor in the town Ru
doph had been seen IN company with some very smart
pcope-aud smart became great '-idlmg about
gallery of pictures and holding forth 70 the admiring
group the bad character OF the exhibit The incident
nothing II was remembered by the narrator merely
10 give himself Importance through having been in the
gallery too; but Jane translated II to all her fears.
Rudolph had not been away by the beautiful, soul
less woman whom he had pictured! He had found
lanes own little gimmcr Of understanding of beauty
feeble IN this flood OF radiant experience So
Jane reproaced herself that her love had OF late led her
into dlencss and dreams She mad not read she had
not studied: she had only thought OF Rudolph. OF
course he had gone on with bis work. and Inc had no
doubt felt in her letters that She was resting IN her own
love, content with old levels When this belief entered
her heart she carly and went for days to the little
Middleton library, turning over volumes, reading re-
views making ready for her last ptiu play, This was
N, write a
Jane into which orept only two tender, fright
cncd little loyc-words, while the pages were filled with
judgment of this book. mention OF that poem, and tTcnl
bngly, a few little faucicS OF her own
1t was in answer TO this that Rudolph OF Paris sent
her the letter OF which he had spoken to s mother
Lille Jane, dear Hiic Jonc, yom do so understand
Lo5e IS nc5cr cro5yucd io5c tdf IS not ccay lose OF
bcday AH friendships and RriahoT must 6c gross and
c5cn commonplace II they not hclbcd on, as SgGS
by symbols rather than ~ INC old aaCdy, dreary
fashion. by balls aud teas shall dlg0ys remember your
exquisite dfiHCSS
Jane never wrote again. Gradually she took up the
thread Of her old life She had always lived a little
aloof Her fathers death had left her quite alone the
old house and by She had rejected the posSbi
tics OF welcoming willing maiden auns and cousins tC
share it with her She had missed the best at least shC
would not he tortured By having those about her by
whom a spade is always called spade, even il it is
primrose
The death of one OF these relatives young widowed
aunt happened little time later, and Jane went TO
ncighb0Tug town TO the funeral
You must come Jane" wrote a minisering cousin
q" I guess you're the only ono in the family that's go
good black clothes. The rest OF MS mourncrS VIII be
brown and navy blue and in my dark rcd henrietta
So be sure ard be on hand
Tucked away IN the mourncrs carriage with Jane wa
little scrap OF q girl with great eyes and little ponte
face She the child OF the dead woman. Jane ha
hardly been aware OF her existence and She was curl
ously startled when III the gloom OF the carriage III
little girl suddenly slipped her hand in hers Jan
thrilled from head TO foot ard her eyes filled with tear
Poor little soul Jane thought, probably Mat'
will bring her up
Coming back in the carriaec the child spoke.
My mama had box o shells she said; I'll sho'
you"
When they reached the house tho child brought tn
shells and poured them IN James lap
' like 10 look at them, because they make nc thn
nice things that I can't remember said the little ei5l
Janc suddenly looked in the httlc el-facc, and the
al Matte the minisicruC cousin who was putting III
chairs in place with all the busting importance OF Sc
Ting the Vatican.