The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1910-02-11
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!. THE PRICE OF FAME.
BY Genevieve III. Boice.
! Observation-Disclosures


John Darlington quietly dropped
the oars to the bottom of the boat,
and the little skiff drifted dreamily
along, dipping softly in and out of
the sun-kissed waves with their cool
purple shadows, where the white and
gold of the water lilies dreaming
their lives away under the grooming
pillows, flashed back a dazzling ra-
dance.
The girl at the other end OF the
boat carelessly toyed with one of the
exquisite lilies, tearing the creamy
petals apart and throwing them out
on the water, where they foated
along like tiny gold crested yachts
manned by fairy crew on a sapphire
sea.
The man watched the pretty pic
ture through half-closed eyes, for he
was an artist, sculptor, and loved
the beautiful.
They had talked of his art, his
aims, his ambitions, and the girl had
listened in wrapt wonder to his plans
for the future. 81 would sacrifice
everything that life holds dear for
'fame," he was saying as they drifted
along, "even love and happiness. 4"
The girl gazed at him with a little
horror in her deep, dark eyes, for
she was but seventeen, and life de-
void of love and happiness seemed
to her scarcely worth living.
He smiled little at her dismay
then said very gently: "Those things
have no price in an artists life, Miss
Wayne. He lives for his art alone;
fame is the only sweetheart he ever
really knows And that reminds me-"
ne went on carelessly, 81 must be
getting back to town. 1 have had a
delightful holiday, thanks to you,
Miss Evelyn, but all pleasant things
must end; so 1 am returning to-mor-
row." He did not care to tell her
y that the quietness of Deephaven was
becoming unbearable, or that he
longed for the whirl and confusion of
the city.
Evelyn Wayne had not yet learned
the art of self-control, and her dis
appointment at his departure was
plainly visible. The light had died
from her eyes, clear and unshadowed
as child's, and she suddenly looked
pale and tired like dropping flower
AS they reached the little landing,
Darlington held out his hand to help
her alight, but she sprang lightly
past him, and carelessly swinging her
big fluffy hat went toward the house
He followed at little distance, but
she entered the cool Swallowed hall
without looking back and up the
stairs to her own apartments.
Unacquainted with the ways Of the
world as she was, she could not un-
derstand that Darlington looked on
her as beautiful child, as one of the
rail half blown roses in bowl on
,the table that he stopped and gently
caressed because he loved all that was
= fair and lovely, and he would have
laughed with keen enjoyment had he
known that that beautiful child, as
he might have called Evelyn Wayne,
had given him all the love of her
girlish heart.
1t was five years later when ne saw
her again, and five years of foreign
study and travel had transformed
the half blown bud into the queenly,
beautiful rose. 1t was at the opera
John Barrington's gaze swept the
brilliant audience with a world weary
night, the same magnificent jewels,
cleaning satins, subdued laughter
and beautiful women, but his face
frightened as his eyes rested on a
party just entering the Wayne box;
ne had not heard of their return from
abroad, and he was anxious to renew
thelr acquaintance, particularly, of
me girl in a cloud of white chiffon
and diamonds who accompanied
them. He had forgotten Evelyn
wayne. As he bent over her hand,
half-forgotten memories came back
10 flash, and an embarrassed silence
followed their mutual recognition.
Forgive me- ne murmured; please
forgive me-"
There is nothing to forgive" she
answered coldly; zone forgets many
innings in five years.
That night John Darlington sat up
very late in his magnificent library.
the mystic silence that always pre-
eedes the midnight hour was broken
only by the low song of the fire and
the harp-like accompaniment of the
wind in the chimney and as the thin
fihgs OF smoke from his cigar curled
up toward the ceiling, the face of
evelyn Wayne, beautiful as a dream,
seemed to weave itself into the tiny
nnglets like picture that is framed
IN ones memory.
lie was in love with the beautiful
daughter of the Waynes, he told him.
sell with the complacent air of one
VINO has never been denied anything
ON which he had set his heart. and
ne was determined that he would win
her for his own. He had forgotten
the summer at Deephaven: she had
not.
But Evelyn Wayne was not the
child lie had known five years before.