The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-06-14

DO you mean" questioned Trevor
to whom her words were not quits
clear, that you have won some kind
of medal and that you have cared
| so little as to throw it away?"
What good did golden bauble do
me?" she asked, with mockery of
| laughter in her voice. when / have
struggled for the $4,000 prize? What
good is the sign of genius if you have
not the food with which to keep the
body alive What irony to give a
starving sculptor a medal with red
ribbon attached" She laughed dis
cordantly, but there was tragedy un-
derneath it all that could not pass I'M
noticed. Trevor paced the length OF
the stone steps.
After moment of restless move
ment he returned to the side of the
! girl Her head had again fallen Oh
her outstretched arms.
Be it said of Trevor that he had
not once doubted the girls honesty.
Tonight" he began hesitatingly,
! won three times the amount you
have lost. Every night at the club
ike sums pass from one to the other
OF us, and it is, as it were, a farth-
Ing exchanging hands-so horribly
: wealthy We all are. VIII you let me
give you the sum l won tonight?"
An unusual. pleasurable sensation
swept over Trevor. After the halt
ing words had left his lips he realized
how seldom was he given the oppor-
tunity Of rendering service.
The girl looked up through the
! darkness, her eyes straining toward
| Trevors face.
"Oh-if you only would" she half
| breathed. ct would give me an
| other lease of life! | will work ard
slave with every atom of my power,
| and in the end-T will win! | know
| | will win!" She had risen in this mo-
! ment of great expectation and stood
| facing Trevor, her figure slim and
wraithlike.
Trevor caught at his breath. The
girl had slipped her fingers into his
and the pressure was of so compel
| ling a nature that the man gripped
himself. Afterward he reasoned that
sculptors' fingers would of necessity
be masterful. Every trace of tragedy
had vanished from her voice, leaving
in it's wake a trail of untold depths.
Trevor dragged his thoughts from
the magnetism of her touch to the
| import Of her next words.
II could have had friends in the
city upon whom l would have called,
but 1 have sacrificed everything and
everyone for my arti" The girl was
breathless; the great temperament Of
genius had responded quickly to a
new inspiration. I'm years time
will no doubt be in a position to re-
pay"
Trevor stopped her with a gesture.
1--WE will not talk of repaying any
thing. The money is nothing to me-
sometimes l am ashamed of having
SO much" He laughed a trifle I'M
steadily He turned abruptly and took
up a position under the light. Whom
shall | make out the check to-" he
questioned, as he drew out his book.
"Myra Collins" the girl told him,
and stood near watching with eager
eyes while he made out the check for
$4,000.
Trevor folded the slip once across
and put it into her hand. IF there
should be the slightest difficulty at
the bank" he said, Just tell the
cashier to telephone me-" BY way
of afterthought he put a bill within
tonight"
The girl was trembling and be-
cause she was incapable of speech
she bent, before he could stop her,
and touched his hand lightly with her
lips.
1t was many days, many months
before Trevor came to realize that the
incident beside the fountain had in
reality occurred In a measure he
looked upon the whole affair as a
trick of imagination.
Some eighteen months later, while
he was smoking his pipe, vivid mem
DRY of the girl swept over him. The
CIinSlnS tOuCu Ol her fingers Seeuleu
very real and he laughed half i'm
patient laugh as he glanced at his
empty hands.
The door bell rang and a moment
later Trevor was opening a package
addressed to him. He knew suddenly
intuitively, that he had been expect
ing something big to happen-some-
thing that would give him the won
drous love he had vainly longed for
The package revealed statuette.
1t was first rough modelling of an
afterward famous art treasure.
Trevor drew a long, happy breath
and gazed at the figure of a girl in
an abandonment of failure, She was
huddled at the base of statue.
Trevor laughed aloud in the Joy Of
the revelation. The girl then was
living in his world and was breath
ing the air he breathed She was
not wrath but a flesh and blood
woman, who had sent him a message
in her statuette.
He glanced at the clock and
jumped quickly to his feet With
haste and q swift taxi he could be
with her inside of an hour.
He lost but moment in converse
ton with his valet.
Telephone Miss Myra Collins at