El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-08-13

w ing after '' sidney a~91S R sa5 @35&
farewell visit, her eyes were
swollen and her head ached She had
cried herself to sleep-not with the
weeping Of bereavement or sorrow,
but with the stormy sobbing OF NOR
tification and of thwarted ambitions.
she was hurt and ashamed and a little
disguised with herself as she raised
her head from the pillow, but above
all other sensations famed fierce re-
sentiment, as virulent as it was IN
reasoning. against the artist who, she
felt, had Inundated her
Twelve hours ago she had been will
ing 10 oeStoW her hand in marriage
on the-man who, she thought loved
her, giving him light and
fac1le liking in return for his
sincere affection and for the ease
and luxury which life with him would
bring to her And the artist had not
asked her to marry himI There Law
his offence. To be sure he had never
talked love to her, had never declared
that his feeling toward her was any
deeper than frank friendship and
pleasure in her cOmpaniOnship.
Had Beatrice Minor been cooler and
more judicial, she might have seen
even now that what she had mistaken
for love on Randolph's part had been
his courty, continental manner. and
his foreign habit of paying pretty
compliments But she was not calm
or quite sane this morning, and in her
heart she despised the man as one
only despises the person who. whiting
" or unwittingly, puts one irreparabiy
IN the wrong. and makes one ashamed
OF ones self. Rejected love may change
10 hate, but hurt vanity ferments into
a more bitter and less dignified emo
ton
The Widows Temper.
As Beatrice stood before her dress
ing table, her eyes fell upon the
ancient bracelet which lay there and
she took it into her fingers that she
might examine it more closely But
IN flash, the memory of her eager
anticipation of a different gift from
Randolph sickened her. and, with a
muttered exclamation Of disgust. she
table, from which it rolled to the
fIoor, where 1t lay unnoticed until
Mary, coming in later, to make the
bed, picked it up and laid 1t carefully
Beatrice dressed slowly and list
lessly this morning, and when her
toilette was completed, stroued into
the breakfast room where the chill
dren were already awaiting her.
WHAT'S the matter, motherT' asked
Jack, as the woman, with wan smile
Of greeting, seated herself at the
eve a little Observation-Disclosures all"
answered Beatrice.
you've been crying" accused Jean
OOeS II nurL so muchE~
A good deal" replied her mother
And then, to change the subject she
remarked: Lucy Horton had a nice
party last night, didn't she?''
Yep" responded Jack, deep in his
porridge, Mr. and Mrs. Horton were
there, too, and Mr.. Maynard and Miss
Damerel, and, of course, lots of kids
too"
Did you have a good time?" asked
Beatrice.
YES, mother" answered Jean. "And
don't you think Miss DamereIs awful
pretty and nice, too?"'
She's very nice" agreed Beatrice
She found it hard this morning to ad-
nit that there was any beauty in the
face of the girl whom she had first
met at Sidney RandoIph's studio.
There was moments silence.
which Beatrice broke by the question:
Did either Of you children speak to
Mr.. Maynard2"
Yes" answered Jack. importantly.
! did We had quite a long talk to-