The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1909-09-04

turned remember
At last, however, the heat increasing. Madame Victor
remembered the Apennines, and the day for their de-
parture was set Jane heard it from Rudolph with
disguise of her dread.
What shall do them" she said. "What shall do
them"
They were sitting the sundia bench in the early
evening" and Jane IN her little white gown, already
looked like the ghost of the wonderful weeks that had
passed.
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
Will work. and some day"
Rudolph saw the little of the new moon over the
naples His voice broke Life so infinitely sad he
thought, watching the little
The night of Rudolphs arrival in Paris Paris claimed
him. as OF DID, for her For poor Rudolph, though
months fiery enough labor in ateler where he fat
tened upon praise, and called sharp criticism envy and
devoee of the outside of things and slipped into the idle
life OF petted diettante In his previous years Paris
rich young Americans and pretty Frenchwomen, who
affected art for the sake of artfulness But now he
orders, and he originated fad He did dainty
and dancing shepherds if he had been
brush were made of moss and water reeds. And at last
ne fashioned tor cotesse pomade box with ouphe
and ylph on the cover that delighted the cotesse and
his pretty fame began.
Thereafter he was seen often at the Salon in the
company OF some great lady, to whom he remarked:
thought-the fine thought 1t is the little things that are
worth doing WELL the little worries the little porcelans
These great canvases-alas for art! Surely God de-
lighted rather in fashionng 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 my last letter." he replied plain
lively There good phrase in it, too, I re-
member"
You know that her father has died." said Madame
Dear little SOUL" said Rudolph, with real tears her
love of
beauty clever mode of attracting clever them
It is one of their methods-lke painting touching up
make it their whole life Poor little Jane!"
Poor little Jane! Two years after Rudolph left for
patiently to the little post-oice twice day-sometmes
in the lonely days just after her fathers DEATH she would
the light within her quite die out. Then she did
blame Rudolph; he was not strong, and he had been
beautiful souess woman had won him away; he had
forgotten the wonderful things that they had loved
At the end of the two years it CHANGED that one of
those of exaggerated which always
drifting back to prophets native town. reached Mid
deton 1t was only that by visitor in the Ru-
doph had been seen IN company with some very smart
people-and :" smart" became ''great "-idlng about
group the character OF the exhibit The incident
nothing; it remembered by the narrator merely
gallery too but Jane translated all her fears
Rudolph had not been won away by the beautiful soul
less whom a he had He had found
too feeble in this flood of radiant experience! So
Jane reproached herself that her love had of late led her
into ideness and dreams. She had read; she had
not studied; she had only thought of Rudolph Of
course he had gone with his work. and he had, no
love- content with old levels When this belief entered
her heart she early and went for days the little
views making ready for her last pitifu play This was
to write him letter-to write it four times poor little
e p or two ed w
Judgment of this book mention of that poem and, tre
blingly, few little fancies of her
1t in to this that Rudolph of Paris sent
her the letter of which he had spoken to his mother
Little Jane dear little Jane, you do understand.
Love is erosned lose that is NOT chiefly love of
e7'en commonplace # they are not helped on, as uas
ours BY symbols; rather than in the old sngo,, dreary
fashion BY balls and teas shall aUoys remember your
exquisite aftness
thread of her old life. She had always lived little
aloof Her fathers death had left her quite alone in the
old house. and by she had rejected the possbi
ties of welcoming willing maiden auns and cousins to
share with her. She had missed the BEST at least she
would not be tortured by having those about her by
whom spade is always called spade, even if it is
primrose
aunt happened little time later and Jane went to
neighborng town to the funeral
81 guess you're the only one in the family that's got
good black clothes The rest OF us ourners Will be IN
brown and navy blue and me in dark red henrietta
So be sure and be on hand"
Tucked away in the mourners carriage with Jane was
little scrap of girl with great and little pointed
face She was the child of the dead Jane had
hardly been aware of her existence and she curl
ousy startled when, in the gloom of the carriage the
little girl suddenly slipped her hand in hers. Jane
thrilled from head foot and her filled with
Poor little SOUL" Jane thought, probably Matte
will bring her up
Coming back in the carriage the child spoke.
My mama had box O Shells" she said; "Fll show
you"
When they reached the house the child brought the
shells and poured them in James lap.
like to look at them, because they make think
nice things that can't remember said the little girl
Jane suddenly looked in the little elf-face and Their
Matte, the mnistering cousin, who putting the
chairs in place with all the busting importance OF set
Ting the Vatican