Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1918-12-28

| those people In Hillcrest. Dinner
| was stately affair; to be waited upon
so tremendously embarrassed her.
and she wondered uncomfortable, as
she met many pronounced stare, 1t
anything were wrong with her attire.
| After all, why did she wish to see
that long-absent one? Was it to sat
isfy herself once and for all that he
really had ceased to care? And then
he came. There was nothing unusual
| about it if he, successful artist, were
in the city this hotel would be natur-
! ally the place where he would dine.
| Yet the heart of Jane beat almost to
| suffocation, and she clasped her hands
| tightly to control the emotion which
| surged within her. And, after all,
/ came vague sense of disappointment.
| Something was lacking about the man
that had been there in the youthful
long ago. Was it the bright air of con-
| fidence which had pervaded his per-
sonality-or what? Jane could not
| tell. She only knew that his face was
white and haggard as from loss of
sleep. that his dark eyes burned rest
lessly.
A sudden light of recognition famed
! for a moment In the eyes which direct
| ly met hers. Half-smiling, Jane leaned
| forward, her hand extended in greet.
ing. Then her hand fell Imply back
upon the table, for he had turned
away, deliberately ignoring her pres
ence. Her lips trembled like those Of
grieved child as he rose and passed
from the room. He had remembered,
vet very evidently wished to see her
no more. And past all the patient,
weary years this fact had power to
stab her with new and poignant
pain.
If he were ashamed to acknowledge
his old-time friend here. before them
all, Jack Gordon had changed.
| She had still quite few dollars left
she counted them over regretfully;
her spirit of holiday had flown. It
| was. as she passed down the main
street the following morning, that Jane
came face to face with the picture.
She did not need to lean forward.
| discerning his name upon the can
| vas; the work was so truly his own.
| In an art room it stood displayed, with
a ticket, For Sale"
Breathless. eager, Jane fastened into
! the store. II wish to buy that pic
ture," she said, with a fine disregard
for price.
"Fifty dollars" announced the dealer.
"and remarkably cheap for Mr.. Cor
don's work."
Jane closed her eyes in quick men,
tai calculation. "I'll take it," she said.
"Where tor" asked the dealer. 1--WE
| box them carefully" And Jane gave
her Hillcrest address.
Out again in the street she stopped
dazedly. counting the change In her
bag. She had just money enough to
take her to lower Hillcrest-she would
have to walk home from there. But
hope. like the berries, again forced its
bright way.
"He must have remembered" she
murmured joyously. The placing of
the picture required much care. Jane,
standing upon chair the following
evening, seriously studied the ques-
ton. After all, 1t was good to be back
in the old familiar, room. And then
came ringing Of the bell. IF" an
ticipated Jane; then, smiled at the
folly of her thought. She waited a
moment, nevertheless, to loosen softly
the waves of her hair; 1t was so&she
had worn it ten years ago. Then she
opened the door.
John Gordon did not speak until he
had entered the room, until his quick
glance had travelled from James face
back to the picture.
"You-still live here?" he asked alb
ruptly.
She nodded dumbly. "From the
suite you were registered in at the ho-
TEL" he said, "as saw you last night.
from the price you paid for my very
smal.picture, fancied," he waved an
arm asbut, 'that you had grown away
from this, that you had perhaps in
herited money"
Jane spoke slowly. II have no
money" she told him.
"Then," he said, and bitterness was
in his tone, "you bought the painting
out of pity for me. You have heard
of my failure. For all these discOur-
aging years I've pressed doggedly on,
refusing to give in. Persisting in my
foolish dream of success. When
ceased writing to you 1t was because
I could not bear to have you know of
my failure. to sacrifice your life to
a useless promise. When the great OPP
portunity should come, and with It
success, then I would return worth
lily to you" The man paused. ut
did not come" he added quietly. "But
stronger than myself was the yearn-
ing to see, and learn Of you again. So
came back. The picture was offered
as last hope, to defray present ex-
! penses.
"When found your name to be that
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