The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-04-07
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His Masterpieces

watched ni4H in silent displeasure,
Fer siendel White gowned figure wrap
ped ia the filmy crimson mist tha
arose from ihe blazing logs.
The tense silence that had fallen
between them lasted several minutes
and the girl clutched negvously at
the folds OF her gown.
Now that the first outburst Of emo \
tior was over IN which she AadE Spld Il
linn plainly her opinion reSf# III g NJ
his LAZY mode Of life and the MlF 9nr.s
suit of pleasure, her courage fled,
and she stood by the great organ in
the library, one hand resting on its
worried legs. trembling and afraid
Meanwhile Il mighty struggle was
going on in Paul Worthington mind +
Had he not been born to the purple \
and fine linen Fate might have made 4
OF him an artist of no small repute
for during his college days he had
given evidence OF an unusual talent
along thesa lines But once free from
The inflHence Of the halls oi lcan-
ing the goddess Of pleasure had
claimed him for her own, and bind (
ing him with her sIken cords, had
banished all useful occupations from
mis- mind
But now under Marguerite's scorn-
ful discourse on the utter useless
ness Of his life, ambition stirred with
in his heart like the flames that some.
times burst from an apparently burn
ed.ont log. And, although he seemed
to be watching with lazy interest the
sparks dancing up the chimney hkel
n million golden butterflies, he was
secretly admiring the slender gray
eyed girl who dared to tell him the
1ruth even at the cost of their FRIEND
'shipe
His farewell that nighk was cold
and almost formal FIe barely touch
cd Marguerites ICY little hand and
entirely ignored the appeal In he
wide gray eyes. She longed to speak
some word of encouragement to him,
but pride held her silent.a And thus
tley parted. she tremulous. and fright
ened, he stern and proudT
Society gossiped FOX. the proyerb.
ial nine days when the news Of Paul
Wcrthington's sudden departure TO
Europe became known. It looked TO-
Marguerite Chantry for an eXplana
ton. but none was Forthcoming. And
no one dared 10 question the heiress
oi the Chantry millions, the girl VINO
held the social scepter in the hollow
o. her hand.
DAYS came an went and Marguerite
heard no more from Paul Worthlnge
ton. She tried to persuade herselt
that she was perfectly Indifferent to
bis whereabouts, but her misty eyes
and tremulous lips bore evidence to
the contrary when his first letter ar
rived
Il have found my life work. he
wrote, "anl am determined to carve
"A name for myself in the world OF
art NV one ambition now is to paint
canvas worthy Of being hung in the
ROYAL academy, and Tor this ! am
working from early morning until al
mos twilight Daily the picture
grows unHel my touch until could
almost believe it is by magic,
Margue.ite's eyes shone With pleas.
NE After all, was it not worth the
many lonesome moments she had
spent since he had le It her in appar-
ent anger to know that he was TO
make something of his life? She fell
10 dreaming of the time when mis- pie
ture would hang in the Royal acad-
cmy and the world would speak his
name with reverence.
Eagerly she watched for his let
ters. and The disappointment was
keen that they were so few and ir-
regular A another time he wrote
90 The work is progressing rap
idly Daily the canvass grows more
I beautiful, but in this | must accord
share of praise to The girl who is
noslng for the figure in the picture,
for il is often her quick kindly smile
ard soft glances of 'agement
Fiat urge me to bring the best art
( there is in me to the sn face Like
myself She &, an American: ana
when the shaGows thicken and it
grows 100 dark to paint, we SIT bv the
studio fire and chat about old friends
and home. sweet home Put or ms
during the first days thc loneliness
would have be ON, pnbearable. and
~ think i Nlpld have been t1mpteu
i t. throw Il no and 81 ba-n to the
ole life (apd here the page turned and
+ Margue ties ewes frightened expect
antly) all nv friends in the land OF
The stars and Stipes'
Marguerite quietly tossed the let
Ter on the blazing logs with scon-
tul toss Of her head Not word
about her own sacrifice in sending
him away from her to make some
Thing of his life, but only words OF
-aise for the girl who had so late
Is come into their world.
Spring found the Chantrys in Eu-
rome They fingered longest in fair
Italy. the land OF azure skies and
golden sunlight and the home OF the
old masters. Their ancient paintings
4 ha, peculiar fascination for Mar
sueri'e. and she often found herself
thinking of Paul Worthingtnn with a
i wistful tenderness and wondering II
lis name would ever be classed
among the famous painters of pic
tu'es.
Upon their arrival in Rome they
( found the city ringing with the nrais-
/ cs of an unknown artist named Clyde
I whose picture was on exhibition in
I The art gallery Even tho criticf
wore silent before It there was moi
Ia flaw In the exquisite painting.
/ Al the first opportunity Marguerite
/ Chantry visited the gallery and wait.
4 ed patiently until the crowd permit
\ fol hcr N stand In tho line that view