The Washington bee., 1911-03-11
TWIN SPIRITS
By ESTHER VANDEVEER

could secure his attention. His lunch
con was brought in every day and set
down beside him; but. although the
servant was instructed TO call his at
tention to it, be seldom knew that It
was there. Often after be had I'm
ished his work for the day he would
feel faint for want Of food. Then he
would arise TO get some and frequSnt-
~ knocked over the stool on which
his lunch had been placed and broke
the dishes.
She was a poetess. She had had q
lover; but, finding that she didn't feel
those heavenly thrills OF which she
had written OF people in such cOndi-
ton. she had broken OF her engage
ment with him. She had seen the art
lists pictures and was sure she loved
the man who painted thels. She burn
ed TO know him and asked every friend
she possessed to introduce her. But
none OF them was acquainted With
him.
But her yearning for him would not
down. She resolved to visit him in bis
studio. A friend to whom she had
given her confidence advised her TO
brush up 8 Bit" leave on her black
alpaca and put on silk. But the rec
ommendation did not impress her.
Love was a matter OF the soul; ii had
nothing to do with clothes. where
upon her friend admonished her to
wear something pretty all the same.
She went 10 his studio. climbed sew
eral flights OF stairs-she was delicate,
and the effort made her heart throb
violently-and tapped softly at che
door. There was no response. No
sound came from within. She tried
the doorknob. turning it gently, then
pushed the door slightly ajar. He was
there. He sat at bis easel before =
canvas on which were a divine face
and figure. The latch slipped back.
making a sound. She started. think
ing it would betray her. No; be went
on painting. What noble brow! His
tumbled hair-it was Embarrassed
the crown OF his august head.
What should she do? Should she
break the spell under which he work
ed by speaking? No; there was q chair
near by. She weuld go and sit upon
it till he came to himself or from him-
self So she went softly TO ths chair.
keeping her eyes upon him tia while.
and sat down.
Alas, she sat upon 3 paIstte-a pal
cite on which were soft paints sf
many bright colors!
l. g.
him. Presently he looked aside IRON
his work and straight at her. Through
! his eyes looked a great spirit But
they did not see her; they were ss
those Of q Somnambulist He turned
his gaze back to his easel
For another half hour he worked
She would no sooner drag him down
from his idea fight than she pulled
down herself when a poem was we'll
ing up In her own heart.
Presently she arose to go. She had
seen him. Her soul had caressed his.
1t was enough
But unfortunately something fell on
the floor
Where have you been?" he asked.
I've been waiting for you. | must
put in the eyes" Then. without wait
ing, he went on: "a little closer. please.
There. face the light"
At the same time he turned and
was his model But she did not know
it. She thought that his lofty intellect
had staIked over the gap Of a want OF
acquaintance.
Then he began to paint. putting her
own dark. poetic eyes into the head
on the canvas. turning often to look
into those Of flesh and blood In her
poetic Imagination she fancied that
he was taking. spiritually, her eyes
from her body and placing them in the
head OF an angel.
At last the work was finished. He
arose, stood at a short distance from
ii, viewed it critically. made & few
touches. threw down his brush, put his
hand in his pocket. fished out a plug OF
black tobacco and bit OF a quid.
As her romance. pierced to the heart
died within her she gave a little cry.
He turned and looked at her through
eyes from which the light Of Genius
Creatrix had gone out and saw her as
she was, a lean, hOmely old maid with
handsome eyes.
who In thunder are you?" be blurt-
ed.
Poor woman. Had the romance re-
mained 1t would have been quite en-
barrassing enough, but IT had vanished
with the appearance OF the tobacco.
What TO say she did not know. There
was but one thing for her to do-leave
the studio. She skunk toward the door.
He followed her with his eyes.
"Stopw be said suddenly, making q
few quick strides toward her. Was he
going to break even the fragments Of
the idol she had raised and how? He
seized her skirt-that part Of it which
hung in rear-and. spreading 1t out, ex-
claimed:
Great Scott"
What is it," she asked, not being
able to see behind her.
You've been sitting on my palette"
he said, surveying the wreck OF her
dress ruefully The dress was a con
fusion Cf yermilion. prussian blue,
chrome yellow. violet and other coiors.
Then. telling ber to wait. be rushed