Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1912-06-14

ment he returned TO the side OF the
girl. Her head had again fallen on
her outstretched arms.
Be il said OF Trevor that he had
not once doubted the girls honesty.
Tonight" he began hesitatingly,
Il won three times the amount you
have lost. Every night at the club
like sums pass from one to the other
of US, and It is. as 1t were. farth-
ing exchanging hands-so horribly
wealthy we all are. VIII you let me
give you the sum 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 a service.
The girl looked up through the
darkness, her eyes straining toward
Trevor's face. From his face her
glance travelled to his attire and for
the first time she seemed to realize
that he was a son of the rich. And
while she absorbed the meaning con-
veyed in his words a new radiance
flung out from her personality. Ire
vor waited.
"Oh-if you only would" she halt
breathed. 1T would give me an
other lease of life! 1 will work and
slave with every atom of my power,
and in the end-I will win! | know
| will win!" She had risen in this mo-
ment of great expectation and stood
| facing Trevor. her figure slim and
wraithlike In the glimmer Of the arc
light.
Trevor caught at his breath. The
girl had slipped her fingers into his
and the pressure was of so compel
ling 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 its wake a trail of untold depths.
Trevor dragged his thoughts from
the magnetism of her touch to the
import of her next words.
81 could have had friends In the
city upon whom l would have called,
but | have sacrificed everything and
everyone for my art" The girl was
breathless; the great temperament of
genius had responded quickly to a
new inspiration. I'm a years time ]
will no doubt be In 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 un.
steadily. He turned abruptly and took
up position under the light. Whom
shall l 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 al
the bank" he said, Gust tell the
cashier to telephone me-" BY way
Of afterthought he put bill within
the check. You may need money
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 he
lips.
1t was many days, many months
before Trevor came to realize that the
incident beside the fountain had IL
reality occurred. In a measure hi
looked upon the whole affair as {
trick of imagination.
Some eighteen months later, while
he was smoking his pipe, vivid mem
DRY Of the girl swept over him. Tit
clinging touch of her fingers seemed
very real and he laughed half i'm
patient laugh as he glanced at hi
empty hands.
The door bell rang and a momen
later Trevor was opening a package
addressed to him. He knew suddenly
iptuitively, 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 a statuette
1t was first rough modelling of al
afterward famous art treasure.
Trevor drew long, happy breatl
and gazed at the figure of a girl il
an abandonment of failure! She wal
huddled at the base of statue.
Trevor laughed aloud in the Joy O
the revelation. The girl then wal
living in his world and was breath
ing the air he breathed She wal
not wrath but flesh and BLOOD
woman, who had sent him a messag,
in her statuette.
He glanced at the clock anC
!, jumped quickly to his feet. Will
haste and swift taxi he could b,
with her inside Of an hour.
He lost but a moment in converse
!, ton with his valet
Telephone Miss Myra Collins a
the Arts club and tell her that James
J Trevor is on his way"
Every good, sir" said Peters.
And Myra Collins was waiting.
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