The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-12-22
Chapter 5.


had by this time become In way
accustomed to walters rhapsodies. yet
| felt q keener stab than ever before IS
he continued TO rave over the beautifu!
blonde. did not deny her beauty, no
one could. But to hear ones husband
rave by the hour over another woman,
declare he would do anything to got
her to "slt" for him. isn't the pleasant
est thing In the world. even taking Into
account his artistic nature.
she may feel insulted II you ask her
TO ait for you, even II you succeed In
finding her" I suggested.
81 won't le. her. IN bet she's poor
mot rich, rather. Her clothes weren't
those OF wealthy girl"
81 thought she was very nicely
dressed, that she looked very WELL"
"she'd look like an angel In any
thing"
"or not;,nt" I broke in. DO be
sensible, walter. Don't think every
Eood.looking woman you see Will pose
70. you"
wear to get her TO. You mark what
say" And when walter used that tone.
argument was useless. $1,000.
Two days afterward ne came homo
all excited.
rive found her. poreen! She's half
promised to pose for me-" -
Found who?" pretended isnor'
ance.
why that beautiful blonde We saw
Saturday. And, by Jove' shes even
loveler than I thought"
"tyho Is she?"
Her name IL Helen Ralstrom. she
lives with an aunt up In the Bronx.
she's taking a course as journalist,
thinks she'll be q writer. ! told her
she'd mistaken her calling-that the
world OF art, not letters, needed her.
| think she needs money, because after /
! talked a BIT she said she'd let me know
in a few days. But ] shan't wait, III
give her just two days and then 80 up
there again."
I felt as II i cold hand clutched my
heart. Something warned me that this
! beautiful blonde would bring me un-
harpiness A vague desire to do some-
thing to prevent walter seeing her
again possessed me. Yet I knew moth
ing I could say would have any erect
NOT IN the mood he WAS IN. NO one
girl over whose beauty he raved. this
Helen Ralstrom. .
Walter had his way She consented
n sit for him. He was wild with de-
light. talked Of nothing else but her
charms and his picutre with her az the
central figure. could not help
acknowledging that all his enthusia SIN
= was that Of the artist. that little or
nothing OF the admiration Of a man for
woman was In II.
! "As long as he looks upon her only
as model I am safe" sdid to myself.
, But 7 had caught a CLEAN Of admirat ton
OF him IN her eyes that day on the
; train: at least I thought It was. She
! had glanced up from heavily dashed
| violet eyes when Walter had asked me
! IL she wasn't a beauty. He had spoken
unguardedly and probably she heard.
It was then I thought saw the Eleam
Of adm!ra tion as she looked at my hand
some husband. his face lit up with in
:prest
She lived with her aunt. Walter had
said. was probably quiet nice girl
and was making myself miserable over
nothing. I was an artists wife. and
should rejoice when he found a suitable
model for his work Instead Of Crouch
INK because I was Jealous.
I was really, ashamed Of myself at
times. knew walter was an artist
! when 7 married him. that he was tenn
ornamental to a degree. and thht he had
girl and women models. He was realty
! A figure painter. had known all these
t things. yet I allowed myself to be made
miserable because he did just what
knew he would do.
, Father had said laughling!y:
BEING an artists wife. horeen. %
! almost as bad as being II Doctors.
! When we were first married your moth
or had many A wnrrisome hour for fear
would elope with one Of my pretty
Young patients. Don't let yourself be-
, ron,e jealous Of you husbands bus!-
| ness"
! or course 7 WON'T" l had answered
rayly. then urged mother to tell me all
| about the time when she was jealous