The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-12-28

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II am very proud Of us, she said
I'VE aren't bit untidy with our
son 7 /.
Yet her heart was crying out
against Waring'a trinness.
N Paris, Two years LATER, ste read
ln IN American newspaper of the en-
gagemeut cf Richard Waring to a 50
cietI gir Of Boston
Size had expected such news Of him
some time, vet because her eXpecta-
ilun was made up Of dread and pfo
test, she was wholly startled by dts
fuliilment With tie news came ,fhe
rvala.iun 3f lhe strength Of her
faith III Waring She had trusted him
more than she knew. more than he
cgud ever krow now. Vi. tic two In
teiyenng years the strong illogical
convection was ever present with her
THAI he loved lher above all other
weMen. would always love her and
wait fgr her, no matter how long she
played with her little pictures in
Paris and dreamed the dreams Of al
exempt woman.
So long as she believed him faithful
her pride sustained her Id her course
as 1t had sustained her on the night
that she borke her engagement She
cOull not let him know that she was
like other women. He must always
think Of her as rare, dispassionate
girl, Who prl vefred the noble and as
cet.c lie oil ART to marriage with a
mcriat man. girl whose power OF
loying vas subdued to higher inter
ests. W. this dramatic role she plac-
ed herself with sweet inconsistency
Some times the recollection oil his
walus. You do not trust me- gave
her an uneasy feeling that he did
think her very much ike osnel won,-
en-, but she put the doubt away. On
such occasions she worked harder
gave herself up to her largest ambi-
lons and imagined Tor herself fame
ana newspaper paragraphs which
might read something like this:
2 lie great landscape painter. Eliz-
lbeia Merrill, Is woman OF charm
ing personality. She has never mar
ried being entirely devoted to her
art. and Is i.aeed a rare example Of a
consistent waman artist"
Then she would imagine Richard
readag the salne-and being conYipc
ed All last,
be news dAhis engagement came
like a ray of clear sunlight through
the mists Of her fancies. After the
first bitter pain mad passed away
the pain t1at Must cease to kill-she
FOUND that her pride had passed away
Men it, and with her students at AZ
beriiers studio as one out OF her
class Albertier himself, rallied at her
in three or four languages, but she
was too sad to care what he said or
how little she pleased him.
\ ght after night she perched on
The lttle balcony outside the window
Of Ler room afd gave herself up to
her emotioaal bewilderment. She
shared her solitude with a pot of jon
luils and a black Angora cat. The
girl stnenia On neighboring balcon-
les wondered wtat allied the red-hear
ell little American who looked like
a nnn in her close, gray gown, and
who watched the su SET over the Par
/ roofs every night, and who stared
n and on. until the stars came ont,
tlways i5okiag westward
One morning Elizabeth did not go
the studio She stayed home to-
ffiie a letter to Richard.
After congratulating him on the
engagement She wrote:
As ! may never see You agaia, /
an Say 10 YOU now that broke our
Engagement not because / cared more
or art than for you, but for less noble
eason thought You did not care
noHgh Tor me, | thought that. your
ous'n was somehow between us. On,
scarcely hurts me TO write this TO
ou now-now that everything Is
Wept away. and see clearly. / was
ooLsh AID jealous and like other
women but it isn't fair to them even
0 say that. | think many women in
ne same circumstances would have
leeu uoblief Than / Can you believe
ne now when | say that I pray for
ON happiness? ! am very mortal
}ut do want YOU to be happy"
Size e,ded her letter very formally
I AAtN tF--1 HANA ttAA AHAi liHAAifs VI IEU HifE
lad posted II She felt more at peace
! With herself than She haa since ihe
breaking OF the engagement She
Aeni back TO the studio cnce more as
a familiar aud friendly place. but
sne no ongef felt halo around her
laf Her dreams OF fame had vanish
q with her pride. She wondered il
she should ever love any one but
Richard
la q little over fortnight the
norniag mail brought letter from
hin. The sight OF his handwriting
aroused The happy tnmult In her
bear, that it hal always done Then
she remembered with a ljttle shiyer
Of realization that his handwriting
could Only spell the past for her now.
q the future Ills letter coud only
be g memory not an anticipation.
4 There need be no haste to open IT.
/ she locked it up In her desk that
ldaN THAT she might do better WORK at
i Albeftiers But tn the evening her
longfng FIR even che baresi scrap Of
lIlR1NlH5f.ss, \ 7yII9.S|EaIgIfElH il'414H's'
She climed up into the tiny balcony
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