Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-05-04

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trait of a rose-leaf princess: and in
deed, her lovely face stood put flower
like, from the warm had of velvets
and furs.
She often apostrophized her portrait
u~ngratefully. You hateful thing" she
would cry. Il don't want to be a rose
leaf princess I'm a woman, and
want to be loved"
Just about this time. Perkins began
to paint the portrait Of a very charm
ing oma older than Castillo by some
years. She had a mobile face, wonder
full light Eyes. changeful as the sea, and
masses OF light hair; and she was very
witty n fascinating. Castillo hated
her. especially when James Henry ex-
pressed his opinion that to paint her
portrait so as to do her justice was the
work of a lifetime: for h was variable
as the winds, n her wonderful play
of expression mirrored every mood.
His artists soul was panied because
Castillo would not see her beauty.
Beauty" she scOrnfully exclaimed.
II should think her bones would make
holes in her dresses. poor creature! and
she looks as old as the hills with that
sallow. faded complexion."
She became more and more dissatls-
fled with her own portrait. Sometimes
she felt that she would like to burn
1T. Why nae James Henry given her
that arrogant expression, which seemed
to say, Behold me-! I am an heiress!"
She wished she hadn't a penny.
One evening she strolled into the
dimly-lit room. where her husband sat
dreaming before the fire. Resting one
arm m the mantel-shelf. she looked
c%uriously down upon him." He's think
ing of that horrid creature" was her
jealous fancy.
Tel me. James dear" she said.
what is the best thing in the world ?'
TIL best thing in the world?" ne
said dreamily. why, freedom, 1 sup
pose"
That was enough. She turned n
left him. You poor thing!" she said
to her portrait as h passed it. You
poor thing" she repeated. meaning her
self.
why, SUSIE" said the paternal
friend, who had just been admitted, lin
the dark, and in tears? Is the worlu
hollow, and your doll stuffed with saw
dust?"
I'm crying" she said meekly; Ct
WAS just crying"
Il see. Shedding a few tears for
want of something better to do" jest
ingly.
I'll tell you why h aid desper-
ately; Il hate that portrait OF myself
I loathe it. 1 can't stay in the same
room with it,"
Send it to me then. Susie he said
soothingly. I'll give 1t house room until
you want it again."
oh. for goodness sake, take 1t. will
you, really? It's so cold, naughty and
scornful."
The paternal friend thought he un-
derstood. Il will send for it tomor-
row. he said. and remember. when
you wish for it, it is yours
Where is your portrait, Castillia?"
said James Henry the next day.
Il didn't like it here" replied Castillo.
Il took it down.
h artist grew a little pale and said
nothing.
Now, since his marriage with Cas-
tillia, he had became very chummy with
the Paternal Friend, so arday or two
after this conversation he called at
the house where the Paternal Friend
lived in solitary state. He was ad-
mitted on the supposition that the
master of the house was at home which
turned out to be a mistake.
While waiting, James Henry looked
idly about him. Suddenly he staggered
backward against the wall, for there
hanging in the broad light, was his
portrait OF his lovely, naughty Castillo.
Hastily leaving h house. he turned
mechanically homeward. AS he neared
his w dwelling he lifted his moody
eyes to see the Paternal Friend ak
ing blithely away from the door. James
Henry STROBE gloomily into the house;
in the hallway stood Castilia-a radiant
different Castillo.
oh james," she cried joyously.
what do you think has ~happened?"
Susan Ann" he said, sternly and
gravely, Il know what you have lone
with your portrait"
Susan Ami" The end of the world
has come. In the the days of his great
est Indifference he had never called her
Susan Ann.
And because h was a woman, and
very much in love, she-slightly pre-
varicated.
Yes" she said sweetly. he has Just
been here to tell me that he is going
with n green eyes; and"-triumph-
antly. Il sent the picture to him as a
wedding present."
James Henry's face cleared. and then
clouded anew. He looked ~bewildered.
"But-but," he stammered, 'he came
and you sent the picture to him three
days ago."
Il know I did"-despairingly-"I
hate it SO. and 1. cried and said I
couldn't stay in the same house with
1t. and he offered to keep 1t until I
wanted 1t again."
You hated your beautiful portrait,
the best thing I ver did," said James
Henry in establishment. All, I see!
It was because I painted it. and you
had ceased to love me or to take any
interest in my work."
No" she cried. mo that; I never
ceased-to a an interest in our
who ceased to love me-"
"Castilia!" he exclaimed in amaze
ment. II never loved anybody in this
wide world but you"
Not even the Paternal Friends
f~inancee?"
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