El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1911-04-28
tBy E. Almaz Stout.

gems Oh art IN paintings ndHS
ings, silver, and china, and shivered
It was al very beautiful, very costly
many of the things were gifts from
royal and great personages-and it wa;
horribly lonely
Tonight all the ghosts of the pas
seemed to be rising, and to be Drifting
across his horizon. First there was his
wife, the young, headstrong Irish girl
whose bright, high spirits he had done
his best to crush under his regime OF
stiff and hard conventionalism- She
had struggled against it in vain, and
when the dread angel summoned her
after the birth of her baby daughter
she followed his reckoning hand with
out any attempt at resistance.
Then followed the ghost of Ellie. his
only child, who had inherited her moth
er's high spirits, but also her fathers
obstinacy and determination. There
was perpetual clashing of wills from
the time the baby Ellie, in her pima
fores, def1ed her stern. autocratic par
ent over matter of picking his
choice flowers in the greenhouse.
For some years there was peace
when she was at boarding school, but
the antagonism was renewed when she
returned to take her place in her faith
er's household, which eliminated In her
leaving it in final and everlasting dis
grace when she persisted in marrying
the penniless man she loved in direct
defiance Of her fathers orders.
IF you marry that penniless scamp,
George Roper, you shall never cross
my threshold again. he stormed, when
she told him beforehand of her inten-
ton
He is not a scamp. though admit
he's poor at present But poverty is
not a crime, and he will make money
in time"
st don't care; he is no fit mate for
you. and I forbid you to speak to him,
or TO have anything more to do with
him.
But Ellie had merely laughed. her
proud. qufck-tempered face ahame. and
had walked out of her fathers house
the next day and married. by special
license, the mar-she-1es-et.-
George Roper was not scamp. but
neitfscr had he any business capacity;
End though Ellie's love for him never
wavered, at times she could not help
a little for the fleshpots Of
Egypt. For their poverty was extreme:
so extreme that once. and once only.
He opened and read her letter of pa
thetic, yet proud appeal for a little
help for herself and the child that was
coming to her. and he tore it across
and returned it without comment TO
the address she gave
THAT settles it." she said, through
clenched teeth, but with an agony Of
apprehension at her heart 81 shall
never write to him or go near him
again as long as I liver
And though her husband died soon
after, and though she had the hardest
to keep her own and her
head above water, she never
again remembered, save with bitter
ness. that she had ever possessed q
father.
This letter, which he had returned
20 callously. rose again, as it had risen
myriad of times, to sir Alfred's MEM
Dry.
I wish I hadn't done it," he NUT
.ered to himself, his lined face witch
ng. Il wish I'd sent her money for
The child, If not for herself! Why,
hats nearly Is years ago. Ellie must
De a woman getting on to 40, and the
,hild growing into man or woman.
wonder where they are. and II there
ire more children. or If -
The next day. with the rising sun,
le pushed his mournful reflection from
lin, and set to work in real earnest on
picture he was just commencing. It
vas to be one of The finest he had ever
lone; big picture of a pastoral scene,
md the two figures were to be a youth
nd a maiden, radiant with hope and
routh, for Love had touched them, and,
land in hand, they were to embody
life and Love and Youth.
He was working on the figure of the
-outh, not yet having found suitable
nodel for the maiden, and punctually
t 10 o'clock the model arrived He
vas a youth of one or two and twenty.
-bsolutely beautiful in form and fea-
ure. with clearcut nose and chin,
crimson lips displaying white, even
eeth, eager, sparkling, intelligent /
yes, crisp, dark hair defining the we'll |
haped head, and eyebrows and lashes |
lack as night
For once sir Alfred encouraged a |
lodel to talk. and questioned him as 1
} his method of living.
You know, there's no great opening /
Or man as just an artists model It |
;n't much of a life for a strong young i
elbow. Why don't you take up
rade?"
he yOulu , lace lluSneO.
Well you see. sir. want to be an
rtist myself some day.
Sir Alfred's lips curved rather
cornfully. The model to aspire to the
rtist's place was something of pre-
1mption.
At the end OF the sitting young
'avitt asked Sir Alfred little anx-
'usly, and with evident diffidence:
Have you found a model. sir. to
our liking for the girl in your pic
1re?"
Not yet" replied Sir Alfred shortly;
'r he was getting tired
Il suppose you wouldn't let me
ring young girl to see you? She is
eally beautiful and very quick at
licking up things. and I am sure she
ould make a good model. and she
eeds money very badly. She lives in
1e same house as I do"
What is the young woman's work.
a ruler"
She and her mother do sewing for
Tops But the mother is i'll and can't
ork, and she can't earn enough at