The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1910-04-08


q taaas NFogtAansSeh started meodii'
ata tAa glowing are; Marguerite
-ss&.stEy, far - a kings daughter
MAI It'd him la silent dlapsessGre, mel
sss1Gsr whi;e-go~Ged nsdre wrapped
10 the iilFns crimson mist that arose
sroE3 the DleztnS logs
Ths tense silence tlst had fallen
between them lasted several minutes
and the giri cAtched nervousiy at the
folds If Ter gown.
Now thai the nrst outburEt OF emo
don WAS over in which she 1888 told
him plainly her opinion regarding his
4 lazy mode OF life and Idle pursuit Of
3 pleasure. fsg courage ae8. and she
& Rtcod by the great organ in the IL
hrary, one hand resting on lis worried
keys. Srern Bling and afraid
Meanwhsie a mighty struggle was
Ert-sE on IN Paul WcrtAington's mind.
Had he not been born 10 the purple
ard sine linen Fate might aAye made
OF hsra sn artist OF no small repute,
for during his college days he had
E~er evidence IF 81 unusual talent
stony ttess lines But once free from
the influence OK the halls az learning
xhe goddess OF pleasure had claimed
him for her own. and. binding him
with her siiksu cords. had banished
MI useful occupations from his mind.
- Sssst sf+-s5 4asat4+F AaFs t4eEta--s seeffs~
fa3 discourse ON the utter useIessn ess
NJ his life. an biton stirred within
his heart like the flames that some
ttrExs nTirxf from All apparently burn
ed-eait hog Aad. although he seemed
30 be watching with lazy interest the
sparks dancing W the chimney like
- million golden butterflies. be was
DeCrefiy admiring tine slender gray
eyed girl sho dared tn talI him the
4ruth even at the cost Of their friend
araip
His farewell that night was cold
and almost formal. He barely touch
marguerite Icy little hand and en-
tsrely ignored the appeal in her wide
9Fay eyes. She longed to speak some
work OF encouragement to him, but
pride held her silent. And thus they
parted. she tremuious and frightened,
ne stern and proud.
Society gosslped for the proverbial
nine days when the news OF Paul
Worthfngton's sudden departure to
Enrope became known. 1t looked to
marguerite Chantry for an explana-
Nion, but none was forthcoming And
no one dared 10 question the heiress
cf the chantry Mir ons. the girl who
held the social scepter in the hollow
sUf her hand
Days came and went and Mar
guArite heard no more from Paul
Warrington. She tried to persuade
herself that she was perfectly indsf-
ferent to his wherea bouts, but her
tMisty eyes and tremuious lips bore
evidence to the contrary when his
drst letter arrived.
II have found my life work" he
wrote, land ] am determined to carve
y name for myself the world OF
art. My one ambition now is to paint
canvas worthy or being hung In the
Royal Academy. and for this ar
working ffeHa early morning until al.
most twilight. Daily the picture
grows under my touch until couit
/ Almost believe il IN by magic"
Marguerite's eyes shone with pleas.
Hre- After ALL was IL not worth the
many lonesome moments she has
spent since he had left her in APP
parent anger 10 know that he was 10
make something of his life7 She fell
10 dreaming al the time when his pie
3ure would hang In the Royal Acad.
eIny and the world would speak his
name with reverence,
In Eagerly she watched for his letters