The Durham recorder. [volume] (Durham, N.C.) 1879-19??, 1909-10-21

shall see You no more" And Angeli-
cas- annoyance at the ease with which
she was resigned was only half re-
moved by his conclusion as be touched
his breast:
But shall have you here always"
Nor would he let her see the pic
ture. wait till 1t is done,' he said.
And he painted so diligently that she
grew jealous. 1t had all his attention;
she none. What was 1t like? The ina
keeper. who had seen it, called her
Giuseppe's. inspiration. But was she
to be only an Inspiration? She looked
at his distracted face. and a wave Of
pain and love overspread her own.
Seeking TO make some connection be-
tween herself and the painting. she
spoke one day of Pygmalion.
He kissed his Galatea into life, you
know" Her conviction that Giuseppe
did know absolutely nothing that was
ever classified and put into 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 Gin
scope. nor was the parallel lost. He
looked from her to the picture. then
gave despairing sigh:
''Ah, but have not painted Gala
tea
Angelica's animosity toward the pic
ture grew with her love. The day 1t
was completed and showed 10 her she
could have cried aloud in despair, even
while she FRUSTRATED herself before the
genius that had produced It. II was
4 perfect face-no woman's, but an
angels. 1t was the soul of goodness
looking down an sinners with unscorn-
Ing pity. glorious, alluring up sleeps
aud on to heights, then fitting ON be-
fore. always unattainable. always ex-
alting. SO Beatrice must have been
when her eyes drew Dante out OF pur-
gatory into heaven.
Giuseppe loved it-not her. There
was no common ground between them.
The girls hands clinched with the
i hope.essness Of rivalry against the
nonresident. And, insult to insult. the
thing had stolen her lineaments.
.Shc IS great Angelica said. dash.
ing back the tears. she win make
/ yen famous and me. perhaps There
was ring u sarcasni Ii the last
words that puzzled Giuseppe.
.She Is great. I have dwell with her
DAY and night. until understood. She
has been nay salvation she has led
me on and on. am no longer a
painter. but an artist And she Is you.
You have taught me this | thank
you"
Angelica ierked back her hand from
his reverent lips and shrisked her ex-
ASPIRATION. "No. no. no-she Is ugly,
ugly"
She had hoped 70 tc:ire with dignity.
The dam once broken. her emotions
poured On; Ii spite 81 her. ''She Isn't
me. You have no right ~ paint fhat
thing and gall Il me- when you said
/ yon loved me. / believed II. ! loved
i you n spite of your feultS. But you
/ you are wicked ard uHgrateful, You
/ demand x me perfeeiion-a such
perfection
Giuseppe rubbed his hand across III.
forehead ssaiefeI The picture aad
Angelica L sem. we're lwo sep.
afaie entities eaiatea. made fresh.
was ~ LONGER Galatca Here was n
woman surely. tie ote Ia irad painted.
Eli, tie blessed angels. I'd ihey noi
exisl
'Ep sou lose mesr sise dennnicd.
with staap * Der fool. Ale oF hef
whiehg Lock AZ ner. She s CO
j quette Yau rili npYer reach her.
however yuu try ] viii maize you
happy 81 bappy. Giuseaae. 8at eh0o G
I choose
] Giuseppe stood open mcllhel flr D
I few dasei moments till be had stared
her Into focus. N0t 81 ANGEL now. mol
\ above bin. re mleht souch. = sess.
I a woman this win tha features ~
dear Il him. red lilned. faifer than
L Fl9ria The earth called loudly &
him. Heaven was far ". Tie elou1