Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 January 1892 — Page 12

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL, WEDNESDAY MORNING, JANUARY 13, 1892 TWELVE PAGES.

LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM; Or, fl SPLENDID EGOTIST. A STORY BY JEANNETTE H. WALWORTH,

The author of "That Girl From Texas," "The Bar Sinister," "The New

Man at Kossmere, etc.

CHAPTER VI. All an inexperience i girl's abandonment to the sweet tumult of a first passion ; all the fervid imaginings that can find nourishment in a man's bold glance and meaningless adulation; all the intoxicated tÜgütsof fancy and the ecetacy of foundationlesa hopes which go to make love's youn.r dream a somewhat onrestful experience, beset Jeanne's eouI that cisht and drove sleep from her piliow, with no better final result than the prosaic resolution to breakl.i?t with her father. "1 will take breakfast with father and ta'.lt to him about it. Now I'll count a thousand and go to sleep. I will not think another thought." Whether ehe kept that resolution, formed about 3 o'clock a. m., no one knows, but she did keep the one to breakfast with her father. Breakfasting with her father held a deep significance always, both for Mr. Jerome Lenox and the vounir lady herself. Mr. Lenox laid down his Ltra!l with a smile of pleased surprise as she lluttered into hia presence with a rustle of crisp lawn drapery, with litt'e pennons of pay ribbons atloat from various points. The Bomewhut somber magnitlcence of the dining-room was brichtened by her coming. It was as if a bunch of fragrant llowcrs had been brought in. Perching on the arm of her father's chair, like some bird of gay plumage, ehe twined her cool, soft arms around bis neck to make the important announcement: I got up two hours earlier on purpose to breakfast with you, you very dear, handsome, biir, old papa. Express your gratitude fittingly." Mr. Lenox drew her round in front of him and held her at arm's length to survey her critically, laughed indulgently, m'd drew her caressingly within kissing ranee. "That means no surplus in the treasury. It isn't every woman that can dare the morning's jrlare as well as j'Oti can, Jeanne. Is it that white frock ?" "I went to bed last night like a Christian. 31 y roses are the reward of virtue, l'.ut I have not heard you say you will be glad to have me pour out your cocoa yet;" ehe moved away from him nn.l took her place behind the tray ; "and 1 don' think it is at all nice of you, papa, to suppose that 1 want money every time i come near you." No? Why, I thought that was beinjr just as nice as possible." "Money is not everything," said Jeanne, Virtuously. N'o, not everything." Tv implication of emphasis the broker left it to be underEtood that it was very nearly everything. "Papa, do you love art?" Jeanne asked this with sudden irrelevance, her bis eyes fixed gravely on his face. Her cheeks were atlame, and her heart was thumping eo ferociously against ior limlim that thp not fif ribbons r:nned sit its ooen neck lluttered distressfully. i "Bless my soul ! A new departure? Tho n-sthetic this time. Did my Jeanne curtail her morning nap exclusively to discus art with her Wall-st bear?" ''I only call you that when you are uely and cross. You look nice this morning, and I adore you." "Thanks, it is no small matter to have a handsome woman of brains and perspicuity tell one he is adorable, especially when one's mouth is full of buttered toast. Jeanne, I am afraid you are reduced to actual penury. Let me see your cneck-book." Jeanne laughed, and leaving the tray came over once more to perch on the arm of his chair, where her mouth was in close proximity to his ear, but her face was not in full view of those clear, eteady, penetrating gray eyes of his. "Sow father, don't tease. I have a favor to ask of you, and you must promise beforehand to grant it." "Reasonable, as usual. Hut as it is entirely immaterial whether I promise beforehand or simply do your royal hightiess'a bidding with my customary unquestioning docility, xieave ahead, my daughter." "lon't be elangy, dear. Slang doesn't become your style "of beauty. You look like a Roman 6enator, you know, minus the toga. Now, papa, you do love art; don't deny it." "I haven't the elihteet intention of doing eo; but, Jeanne, would you mind combing my hair w ith just one or two fingers, instead of all ten at once? Iain afraid I won't have time to revisit taj dressing-room before going down-town." Jeanne transferred her restless little fingers from the ehort, thick, iron-gray locks of hair, which ehe had been coaxing Into a less rigid attituJe about her father's temples, to the sash enda about her own trim waiet. "And I have heard you eay, plenty of times, that you thought our wealthy men Lad better epend more money encouraging native talent rather than in purchasing old-world pictures at uch reckless price. Don't deny it, papa," "Weill" combatively, "and I stick to it. That's sound common sense, whether it's art logic or not." "It is both," eaid Jeanne, w ilk a sagacious nod of her pretty head. "lloth? And that from you? Why, you've always fought like a little tigress for the old masters, and the renaissance, end the dear knows what art bosh besides." "I have changed my mind," said Jeanne, Composedly. "Ohl Given up the foreigners?" "Yes, and am going to devote myself to Ihe encouragement of native talent." Mr. Lenox smiled surreptitiously into Lis cocoa cup. He had views of his own touching Jeanne's sudden arou3ement in favor of Dative talent, which it would never do to express in worda. Jeanne was given to "fads," which she held up to the world for convictions with fierce but transient real. However, it was altogether too rare and sweet a thing to have f.er perched there on the arm of hia chair, infusing her own irefh, pure personality into his day's beginning for him to risk niv brutal criticiom on her inconsistency. "Well, dear?" He whs infinitely patient with her, this pret, big, broad-chested, clear-headed man, who spent his days down among the riiouey-makers, with always the underthought of Jeanne and Jeanne's good abiding with him. "It is for Jeanne ; ell for Jeanne; my pretty, pretty Jeanne." fhe was all he had to care for, you see, and to be foolish about. "Well, father" her voice suddenly became intense in its pleading tones "I want very, very much to have you prove Low much of all you have said about native taknt meant anything." "Kndowment for league? art class? fomfthing of that port?" u. papa, liothiii on eo grand a scale.

I am modest, you see. I just want you to be good to and help along one solitary, deserving etruggler." "Woman?" "No, a man ; a young man that I met last nteht at Mrs. Kock wood V "For the first time?" "Oh dear, no. Everybody that is anybody has invited Mr. Mackaye about this winter and spring; one meets him everywhere. .Mis. Rock wood raves over him. He was out at the Fosters a day or two ago." "That doesn't look like starvation. The Fosters don't take kindly to meritorious mendicants." "No, oh no; neither do I. I have no faith in out-at-elbow talent. Mr. Mackaye is not out-at-elbowB, nor does ho eat his dinner as if he only got one a month. He dresses nicely, and looks at home everywhere. Mo one is ashamed to have Mr.

Mackaye come to them. Ho is the thing this winter." "A sort of woman's pet." "Indeed, nothing of the eort, father. Of course, if he expects to get on here, he must make himse.f known personally. And the women are the onlv medium open to him at present. He can't ad vertise himself like a patent medicine or a patent shoe polish, papa. ".Not well. Kit what is he about, and what do you want me to do about him?" "I will "tell ou," said Jeanne, speaking earnestly and rapidly, perhaps out of consideration for the restless glance her father cast toward the mantel clock, pernaps irom sheer nervousness. He is from away up somewhere in Vermont. Mrs. liockwood, you know, can always find out more than anybody else can. She says he has painted portraits and all sorts of pictures, to support himself while at work upon his real life-work, sculpture, lie tells her vouknow everybody confides in Mrs. Kock wood that ho has a piece of sculptor in an unfinished condition which he is confident will meet with th plaudits of discriminating art critics all over the world, when put on exhibition. He has been a long time at it. and Mrs. Kockwood eays that, although. of course, he don t tell her eo, 6he imag ines he is bo poor that he has to stop work on his masterpiece in order to make enough money to pay his room rent aad leea Inuise I. Horrible, isn t papa? "What, Jeanne? the maoterpiece or the man.' Ihat such a cenuis should have to think about room rent and baker's bills and and things !" "Inconvenient, but not exactly horrible. Ana you want me to "Satisfy yourself that this young sculptor is realiv deserving, and then " "Well then?" "Do for him, father, what vou would .i - . . . iiKe some oiner man to uo lor len; our Len, who is wandering no one knows where. Mr. Lenox rose abruptly from the table So abruptly that Jeanne could scarcely decide whether eho had made a mistake in mentioning her brother's riRiiio or not. She looked after her father anxious!'. standing there with her pretty hands clasped about tho high back of the chair he had just vacated. That he was not very angry with her she felt quite sure when he came back to her from a short excursion into the library to ask: "Where does your beggar 6tudcnt hold lorth, Jeanne. "He is neither a beggar nor a student." - i taia Jeanne, in not resentment. "Your prodigy, then." "-Xorthat." "The estimable yoqng gentleman, then, whom, to pleasure her roval highness. I suppose l must look up." .Jeanne rewarded nim with an ecstatic little hug and a shower of kisses, betweeu which she managed to impress upon Iiis intelligence the exact location of the studio building. t X r i . ..a .V8 iur. jtnox entered tho carriage which had been waiting for him long enouKii to excite his stolid coachman to a pitch of mud but mute speculation, it oc curred to him to congratulate himself on the possession ot such a daughter. A good-hearted little thing! What other girl oi her eet, Mith countless calls upon i. a: i.i i . iit-r iiLiio uu wiougnii, would even have remembered Mrs. Itockwood's reedy protege? If the feilow i it i l euouiu prove mmseii reauy pos sessed ot talent, Jeanne should lind that all her father's utterances about fostering native talent nad not been mere utter ances. He was fully prepared to patronize Mr. Mackaye when, on his homeward drive from the olfice that afternoon, he ordered his coachman round by the studio build ing. He entered the studio in the fourth etory at a most aupicious moment for tho sculptor. ith his working blouse on, and his thick mass of brown hair covered by the silk skull-can which he always wore "when using the chisel. Kandall was standing in front of his masterpiece, flushed from exercise, grave, alert, interested a perfect picture oi energetic absorption in his cahing. CHAPTER VII. The man of money advanced upon the man of ideas with the easy assurance of a personage w hom even fate had not. ven tured to rebuff. "This looks like business," Jeanne's father said, holding his tall silk hat in one hand while he extended the other to the sculptor with the utmost cordiality. "My name is Lenox, sir ; Jerome Lenox. Hap py to make your acquaintance. Kandall had turned at the sound of ad vancing footsteps, and now flushed to tho brim of his Bilken cap with a eort ot guilty confusion which Mr. Lenox mistook for natural and becoming modesty in a struggling, poor artist. Without being in any sense of tho word purse-proud, this successful man from Wall-st. never pretended to undervalue his possessions. Monoy was power. Randau a embarrassment only made Mr. Lenox the more ara ble and reassuring; more eo, perhaps, than he would have been could he have suspected that, after that momentary start of confusion, the sculptor was occu pying himee'.f mentally in "summing up" Jerome Lenox, of whom, of course, he had heard much and often, even before Jeanne's appearance on his horizon. "So, that was Jeanne-Uenox s father 1 A handsome, cordial, courteous gentleman. Fhrcvd enough, doubtless, in his own lino, nut as helpless and ignorant as a child, take him out of Wall st. Especially powerless where his womankind were con cerned, ot bo much natural deficiency,' Kandall summed up, finally, "ab habitual absorption in cne set of ideas. . All this while he was laying aside his

chisel and mallet and divesting himself of

his working cap. Then he rolled the big arm-chair up in front of the etatue and begged Mr. Lenox to be seated. "I have often heard of you, of course, sir who has not? and I am truly grate ful for this call." Mr. Lenox waived the compliment aside with his large, white, well-kept left hand ; with his riebt lie was adjusting his goldrimmed eye-g'.as on his nose. Before matters went any further he must decide for himself whether Jeanne's judgment had been warped by the fellow s good looks and her little heart touched by the story of his struggles, or whether there was any real talent here to bo fostered. 'Do vou know, sir." the sculptor went on, somewhat nervously, "people judge eo much bv appearances, that merely this call from you is enough to send me several rounds up the ladder?" It was not in the best taste, but he seemed laboring under a necessity for utterance. It mattered little what he said. Mr. Mackave's instincts were not always the very finest. Mr. Lenox laughed leniently but ab stractedly. Hia eyes were fixed on the statue. It showed no mean order of talent. Jeanne was right. The fellow ought to be encouraged. Slowly, almost reluctanty, he finally turned his gaze from the etatue to its maker. "It must be a iov." he said, "to see a thing like that growing under your hand. Lead, it s fine enough to make a ie.low repeat Pygmalion's experience I believe that was'the fellow that fell in love with his own job, eh? I'm not strong on mythology." The sculptor made a restless movement. It had never before occurred to him that he should find It distasteful to have nun criticise his masterpieco. "What an infernal idiot I am." ho was saying severely of himself at the very moment Mr. Lenox was accepting his civil silence as an in timation of crudeness on his part. Ho good-naturedly admitted as much. I m not going to mak an ass of my self by attempting art criticism. It takes Jeanne to talk it by the yard without understanding a word of it. I'm simply an ignorant worshiper at tho 6hrine of the beautiful. Now that," pointing Iiis glasses at the statue, "strikes me as being very beautiful, and I'm proud to think it's the work of native genius, sir. Kandall bowed his acknowledgments becomingly. 'I am an American, sir, to the back bone. First, last and always an Ameri can; and I believe in ppending American money on American artists. Why should we Ii 1 our parlors, our galleries, our museums with big canvases 6imply because some foreigner with an outlandish name painted thera?" Mackave was by nature too indolent a '.1. P . A a i . ? man to light lor an aimraci matter oi justice, ine o:a masters must iook out. for themselves. His hands were too lull for championship, so he supposed it was "because it is fashionable." "P.ut I am not fashionable," Mr. Lenox returned, vehemently. "So, sir. Egad, I never was; and, thank heaven! when Mrs. Lenox lived she was not fashionable. Miss Lenox you know my daughter?" Kandall met this sudden question w ith red cheeks and a stammering "Yes." "You are too modest bv half, Mr, Eaid Jeanne's father, eomewhat inconsequently: "You must get over that trick of blushing if you want people to recognize you as a figure in the world. Well, sir, as I was about to eay, my Jeanne she's all I've got left of course she's spoiled a little. She plays at fashionable life at a tremendous pace, .Cut Jeanne s sound to the core. She nover runs after a celebrity because he is a celebrity. He's pot to show his grit. Now, you know some of our New York women just naturally make foo'.s of themselves over you fellows. No o lie nee. I mean women in the upper strata, who ought to have more 1 eense. Kandall admitted, with a sort of proud humility, that his acquaintance with the "upper strata was very limited. "Yes. of course; you're a new-comer. Your first year here, I believe, Jeanne told me. Kut you ve made some headway with nice people, I believe. Jeanne tells me she met you at the liock woods and heard of vou at the rosters. Tho Fosters are rather ollieh as a rule.' Kandall admitted, with his handeomo head held well in the air, that he hail had considerable kindness shown him since his l'evche, "a mero trifle," had been put on exhibition at the Academy es, ves. The Wall-st. man was again studying the statue before him with absorbed interest. "That's going to bo a grand thing when it's finished." The sculptor Eighed audibly. He was thinking of hia wife's impatient strictures on his indolence. "Yes," he said, aloud, "when it is fin ished." "You must have a superb model for it. Egad, I'd like to see Kinething half that fine in llesh and blood. Jeanne would stand a good chance for a step-mother." To this Kandall found no reply. Ihe interview was beginning to halt perceptibly. Mr. Lenox showed visible signs of embarrassment. H6 had come thera with the avowed purpose of helping forward this man's interests in some fashion, but he had not found thines exactly as he had anticipated. There was a certain self-sufficient look about the man which discountenanced any open oßer of assistance. And his surroundings were as far removed from abject poverty as they were from luxury. To pull out his check-book and offer money to this "struggling genius," who carried himself so imperially, would really be brutal. The fellow might return insult for insult. Then Jeanne would call him a bungler. It was plain to be seen that Jerome Lenox, one of the most imposing figures on Wall-st., etood ehamefuliv in awe of his Jeanne. This was ft ca?o calling for considerable finesse, but he wns too busy a man to bo running alter this young sculptor every day. Ho would study him out in his own way, on his own ground. All this passed through the broker's mind while Kandall, in answer to a leading question from him, was discoureing with keen sarcasm on the statuary contained in a certain up-town museum. Jerome Lenox sat with his head resting luxuriously on the velvet bead-rest Marianne had contrived out of an old bonnet and some bits of ribbon, his fine, honest eyes placidly scanning Kandall's intelligent features as they kindled with the enthusias-n of his utterances. Mackay always talked well and lucidly about his chosen line of work. It required no physical ellort to talk art. l'erhaps, if it had. Jeanne's father would have gone away with no decided conviction touching Jeanne's protege, as he mentally catalogued the sculptor. "You've really given me a delightful hour, sir, delightful. I feel as if 1 had learned something from you. 1 do, egad I und we must see more of each other. Ky the way, have you any engagement for tomorrow night?" Kandall examined his memoranda with tho air of a man whose engagements were altogether too numerous to be entrusted to memory. Ha found he had an engagement for tomorrow night. He would not throw himself at Lenox's head. Moreover, it was just possible that by the next night Marianne would be coming back in restored good humor, "Thursday then?" He hesitated oaly a second. That second was long enough for him to silence a conscience which was quite used to having its better dictates set aside. Why

should he deny himself tbe substantial benefits of this man's friendship because of a eilly girl's foolish fancy? "No, I have no engagement for Thursday." "Well, then," eaid Mr. Lenox, cordially, "put us down for a quiet lamily dinner on Thursday. Six sharp. I want you to overhaul my picture gallery and give me some advice about it. Jeanne declares it makes her blush. You see. Jeanne goes

about a good deal and picks up no end of amateur twaddle that passes for art gospel with her. We both need an intelligent interpreter, l ou 11 be doing a good work by taking the old gallery in hand." lhey were walkiuz along the corridor of the old building toward the elevator, which was coming up as they reached its door. They were a handsome pair, as they stood there. Iiandall in nis shabby working suit and Jeanne s father in the studied elegance that always characterized his ap pearance. He extended his hand for a friendly lareweil oasp. We will look for you now, positively. "1 ehall certainly do myself the honor. said Kandall, stepping back from the opening door of the elevator to allow an old man ingress into the eorridor. The man who stepped out of the ele vator presented the sharpest poaibie con tract to the man who stepped into it and was borne swiftly downward before Kan dall had greeted the new-comer. in point oi vearg, perhaps, there was very little margin, but this man was bent in form, wrinkled of brow, careworn of aspect generally, and held in his hand an excessively rusrv black hat. "Wei!, Kan?"" "How're you, Mr. Grayson? I didn't expect to Bee you over during this infernady hot spo.l. It was Kandall's father-in-law, and he led the way back to tho studio in a curi ous fra i.e of mind. "It is a hot day," said the old portraitpainter, "but if I remember ri.'ht you generally manage to keep pretty cool uo here?' "Yes, there's almost always a breeze up here. We're so high up, you see." He would be pleasant, he said, virtuously, to himself, as long as the old man confined himself to impersonal matters; but, if he had come thera to meddle between man and wife, he would soon send him about his business. Up to the present time the relations between theold portrait-painter (whose shabbiness and feebleness appeared to have been accentuated by Mr. Lenox's elegance and superb physique) and his ambitious son-in-law had been pleasant. Kandall had not left the past sufficiently far behind him to have entirely lost sight of a certain bleak morning in November when he had presented himself before Marrianne's father, in a very threadbare suit of clothes, and toid hitn brusquely he wanted to become a portrait painter, for which he could pay a little. The old man had smiled into thrt eaer boy face and begnn questioning him clogely. The result had been favorable to the ambitious lad. To the slow-stepping old man by his side, conscience reminded him that day that he owed all he had accomplished up to that time and all he hoped to do in the future. This forced retrospection made him kind. He pushed the big arm-chair that had just been vacated by the millionaire, closer to tho open window. "Sit down there, Mr. Grayson, and let me have your hat." "How is it getting on?" the old man asked, fixing his keen glance on the statue. There had been an It for them ail three Marianne, Kandall and himself for a long time, now. "Slowly," Kandall answered, with peevish veracity. "I've been a lazy hound this summer. It's the air, I think. Kut I'm going to do better. I've been hard at work all day. What do you think of it? Come, now, give me an old-time criticism. I think I should be tho better for a regular quiz." The old man should see, lie resolved, that he did not include him among his domestic troubles. Master and pupil were once more on the old terms. Kandall had always been a source of satisfaction to his teacher. He was ambitious, talented, eager. It had been months since Mr. Grayson had seen the etatue they all expected so much of. Keiore he was well aware of ithimseii he was fairly launched into an xhaustive criticism of Kandall's work. He "wound up nis lecturo witu a urea sign and a gentle smile. "There! Do you suppose I braved this heat just for the pleasure of snubbing your new-tangled methods, sir t "You will stay to dinner?" said Kandall, looking kindly down at the thin, worn face of 'us master. "Yes, if Nan-nan will give me eome." "Marianne?" There wa? such a strange ring of sur prise in Kandall's voice that the old man looked up at him anxiously. "She isn't ill?" "she is not here." "Not here?" "No. I thought all this while sho was with you. "With mo! Why should sho be with me?" After all, then, tho unpleasant task of explanation was laid on him! He told Marianne's father all there was to tell as briefly as possible. He made a strenuous ellort at impartiality, whicli was credita bio to him as faras it went, but eeif-blame was not much in Kandad Mackave's line. Marianne s father heard him through with pathetic patience. His gray head moving restlessly to and fro, as he looked about on the room his child had made prettv. His long, thin hands were clasped firmly across the top of his walkingstick. ' i t ah .f?A n-Ill ffmA ltr wt n " a luuicu cut it v,vnug uat-(K iu nie. said Kandall with nervous arrogance. "Sho left me in unreasonable pique, and her own good tense will show her who is to blame. She is amply able to care for herself for a few dava. Kut why did she not go to you?" "Because," said the old man, rising and expanding with a certain moral majesty, "she would not have been the Marianne I know if she had come homo whimpering with a tale against her husband. He took up his shabby hat and moved toward the dcor. Kandall intercepted him: "You are net going w ithout a bite of something?" Then, falling back before calm scorn in the keen o'A eyes, he asked nervously: "U here aro you going? What are you going to do? "lam going to look for my daughter." The portrait painter waved him imper iously outot lus path. 1 never know her to do an unconsidered thing in all her life unless indeed it was marrying you." "With this parting shaft he pasnd out into the corridor. Kandall did not walk with him to the elevator. It was never necessary, and todav it would not be pleasant. He paced the floor restlcsslv for a few moments, the trend oi his thoughts ......... escaping him in disjointed words and sen tences: ''Where in thunder is Marianne if not in Hoboken? How long is she likely to keep this infernal nonsense up?" Then with a eigh, a long drawn sigh of futile regret "If I'd only waited! two liitlo years longer That would have been a fatiier-in-law one could have used!" CHAPTER VIII. It was a queer chance that had sent the old Hoboken portraitpainterncross the riv er on one of his rare visits to "Nan-nan" that particular moruingl almost a mali cious chance! If he had staid quietly at home, which, indeed, was precisely ths

thing he did for about three hundred days of the year, permitting himself tht most diluted sorts of dissipation on the odd sixty-five, be would have gone to hia supper that night better iuformed and less miserable. As it was, he turned away from the studio, his gentle soul full to the brim of a sort of impotent fury, which he essayed to work oil" by rushing aimlessl)' from one picture gallery to the other, until night overtook him still wandering among the hurrying, rushing crowds, not one individual of whom, he reflected, with futile querulousness, cared a rush for his fatigue, his loneliness, his pained perplexity concerning "Nan-nan's" whereabouts. "I'll make a night of it," he said, with dismal recklessness. "Some supper, and then the theater. I can think it out better here than over yonder." He shrank unaccountably from going back over tho river. "Marianne is on this eide of it." Somewhere in that wilderness oi roofs his girl was hiding her trouble from him. There was a little Italian restaurant in Third-ave, where he and "Nonnan" had taken many a merry meal together when they were just living for each other alone, and would come over to the city to see Irving and Terry or hear Katti. Only the very best, in the way of entertainment had ever been good enough for him and "Nan-nan." Perhaps she would go to Moretti's for her menls. She must eat. No matter ho'v wretched she wan, she must eat. He hurried toward tho little eatinghouse, aud, establishing himself at one of

the red cherry-wood tables where he must see everv one that came in, absently gave his order, and then sat there patiently waiting for that which never came. His half-dozen fried ovsters came, and he ate them slowly. Then he sat there moving the catsups and the sauces and the pepper and vinegar bottles hither and thither, now arranging them in single file along the bare, polished suriace of the table, now shoving them impatiently into a heap at one end, until it was useless to remain any longer. It was nearly S o clock, and his rsan-nan would never come alone to a public eatinghouse so late as that. "They made a mistake, a big mistake; I knew it, 1 kuew it. I told them so beforehand." That was the burden of his thoughts as he rose finally, and. reaching up to tho rack over the table for his shabby hat, he put it on and went out into the glittering street once more, elowly and reluctantly. It had been the burden of his thoughts all day long, ever since Kandall had made his one-sided statement. It was the burdon of his thoughts as he sat in the crowded theater looking unsmilingly on at the play which was provoking biliows of mirth all about him. It was the burden of bis thoughts as, late at night, with a guilty sense of wrong-doing, born of his regular and blameless life, he fitted the latch-kev into the outer door of his Hobo ken boarding-house and groped his way up-Ftairs through the darkened ball. He felt for the handle of his own door and opened it cautiouely, exclaimed "God bless my soul!" closed the door eagerly behind him, and rushed tumultuously upon Marianne. she was sitting by the table sewing, ilia gas was ijurning at iuh-cock, ami an around about her piles of her wearing apparel lay in confused heaps. ".an-nan ! "You naughty xapa! Here I've been spending the entire day waiting and wait ing to sea you, and now you vo got to shelter me for the night." He looked at her m silent perplexity. She was very pale, but absolutely sereno outwardlv, at least Her grave eyes met his unflinchingly. 'I I w ent over to see you this morn ing, daughter. ine agitation was ail on his side. 'So I supposed." Sho pushed a vase containing the big bunch of carnations she bad brought with her farther toward the center of tho table with a iittle restless ivement, "You saw Kandall, of course. Yes, I saw him. He thought you were with me ali this time. Why aid you give mo such a fright. .Nan-nan? And what have you kicked up such a do ;il of a mess lor?" Sho looked so placid that he could not help indulging himself in one little spurt of wrath. With the average nan, unreasoning anger is the usual revulsion from causeless anxiety. She had seated herself and resumed work on the irayed cubs of one of his shirts. "I never meant to give you a fright, father. I would not have done such a thing, and you know it. It was just a chance, an odd one, too, that took you to town this morning. I only left tho my husband two days ago." 'T.ut you are going back to him?" "No." Sho stopped to bite her thread off before emitting that monosyllable. Her teeth remained clinched tightly afterward. "I don't mean immediately," Mr. Gray son added, hastily. "Stay here until you get over your hutF, of course. You are always welcome, dear." There was something in the set, pais face before him that dictated a temporizing poiicy. She raised her eyes coldly to meet his. "I am not in any 'huff,' father. Kandall and I made a mistake. You know you said we were about to do it before the ceremony was performed." "Yes, yes; but that's all part and done with. You blundered, but you can't uubiunder." She was looking away from him now, pulling the carnations to pieces with merciless fingers, and 6catteriugtheir crimson petals on the w hite linen in her lap. "Father, don't you think Mr. Mackaye has very decided talent?" she asked, suddenly. "Marked, marked," said the old man, enthusiastically. His spirits were rising. Plainly it was nothing but a woman's petulent outbreak, and by a little timely exaltation of Kandall he might turn the tide once more in favor of peace and amity. "There's nothing that fedow couldn't do, if he'd only apply himself. Kan's a luxurious dog. He likes things to be kept smooth and easy, you know. He's always at his best when he's had a good big dose of flattery, judiciously administered." Ho went blundering on. If he could oniyshow Nan-nan these little harmless idiosyncrasies of her husband's, she might manage him better in future. "Precisaly," Eaid Marianne, in an a'oof voice, more as if she were fitting her father's conclusions to her own in some inner receps of her being than as if she were listening to him. "Flattery is tho breath of his nostrils; luxury the prime necessity of uis existence. I have been a great injury to Kandall, father. 1 have hampered him. "Who says so?" the old man asked, with clinched fists and flashing eyes. "I eay bo. You eav so. Keuults say eo." "I say so?" "Yes, you. You were the very first one that said" so. Yours was a warning. I did cot heed that. I have had another warning, father. I do not mean to neglect this one." "What do you mean. Nan-nan?" His voice was awe-struck, she looked so excessively white and determined, so far removed fropi the influence of commonplace argumenta. "I mean just this," she said. She folded her white hands resolutely before her on the table, and looked him gravely in the face as ehe went on. "You are not to interrupt me, father, and you are not to try to turn me. It would be absolutely useless. It was because I did not want to come to you in the first heat of ray excitement, nor, in fact, until I had fully developed my plana, that jou owe this anxious

day. It never occurred to me that you might hear it all from Kandall first." Pursuing his policy of peacemaker blindly, Mr. Grayson here interrupted her violently. "He said nothing harsh about you, Marianne. Tie careful. Be just, I intend to be very impartial in this matter." He drew himself up magisterially. "I wish you to be," ehe said, with a certain proud bitterness. "I am in Mr. Mackave's way, father. I hamper him. I cannot administer flattery in judicious doses. I would rather not have discussed this matter with you at all, but I did not care to write about it, and I did not want you to be wearing yourself out anxiously conjecturing about me." "Conjecturing about you? Haven't you come home to me? to "stay with roe?" "Moso assuredly not. Fortunately, in the old days, when you anticipated leav

ing me to my own resources, you gave me something that will Etand mo in good Etead now, father." ; She did not tell him that it had stood i Kandall Mackaye in good Etead these two j years of their married life. j "My knowledge of painting, I mean. I i can make a very good support. I came here today just to tell you good-bye, father, and to say I don't want you to let this make any dil'erence between you and Mr. Mackaye. He depends very much upon your advice and criticism. It is useful to him. He needs it. He must have somebody to lean on some one person who will not administer flattery some one friend to tell him the truth." The old man's furrowed brow contracted angrily. "You are bent on this mad step? this wicked step?" "I am." "And for no adequate reason?" "I hampered him. I am going to leave him unhampered. I want to put matters to the test." Mr. Grayson got up and made the circuit of his cramped (juarters several times before stopping in front of his daughter with his 6ternest face. "Marianne," ho said, "when I ieft Macl:aye6 studio this morning it was with my heart full of wrath against him. 1 had nothing but condemnation in it for him and loving pity for you ; but, hang me" here he brought his withered hands violently together in his passionate pain "since I've found you here, looking so unconcerned, and heard you discuss the matter so cold-blooJeily hang me, if I don't begin to pity Mackaye, and think it is more than half your fault." "It is all my fault," said Marianne, getting up wearily and laving aside her work. "But, right or wrong, the etep is taken. It cannot bo retraced." She was Etraightening things in the room with mechanical neatness, her face like a piece of sculpture in its hardness. "I had meant to eay good-by to you tonight, father, and to have asked you not to worry about me ; but you stayed go late that I made down the Eofa-bei in the studio for myself. I believe we had better both try to get some sleep." She stood before him with her hands on his shoulders, inviting a kiss, her white, upraised face strained and pleading. "Where are you going, daughter?" He tried to say it kindly. Her Buffering touched him very nearly. "In yonder," she said, nodding her head toward the drawn curtains, behind which the sofa-bed stood ready to give her tired body the rest that heart and eouI needed so much more acutely. "I don't mean tonight," lie answered, angrily. "I mean ultimately; at least, until vour fit of the sulks has worn itself out." How hard it was for the two men who should have known her best to grasp the tremendous underlying principle and indomitable w ill-power that lay at tbe bottom cf this woman's every action! "That is not for you to know. I do not want it to be in any one's power to say that you are harboring a truant wife, father; but then" she laughed bitterly "not one of Kandall's fashionable friends knows that he has a wife! Goodnight, father." ".he will be all right in the morning," Mr. Grayson said, with calm conviction, as he made his own preparations for the night. "It wonid never have done to have sided with her. They made a mistake, a big mistake, but they must work out their own salvation. I shall give her a real scolding tomorrow. She looked too whitennd tired tonight." Put long before he was awake the next morning, Marianne bad slipped out of the studio and gone away, leaving written on a paper-pad in pencil marks: "Don't worry about me, father. I shall do very weil. Don't change toward Kandall. It was all my fault. You shall hear from me if I am ill. Makian.m:." Tho passengers on the early ferry-boat coming from Hoboken to the city that city that morning looked with some curiosity at a tall, slender, thickly-veiled woman, wno aad waisea straigui tnrougn the cabin on coming aboard, and taken her stand against one of the ehort posts meant to ttake oil the passengers' deck from the teamsters' stand. It was such a queer hour of the morning fur a lady paeengerl She was the only woman aboard. The boat was full of rough day-laborers, goinz to the city to work. The only man there who was not armed with a tin dinner-pail, or burdened with tools of some sort, moved restlessly from one side of the cabin to the other, in an ellort to keep that Etil!, Elim form in eight. Marianne, becoming aware of his ospionaze, turned a haughty glanco in his direction. He did not see it. His gaze was fixed immovably on the square, red tower of the produco exchange, as it j loomed over the mist-capped greenery of ; the battery. What she took in, in that ono swift glance, was a tall, well-knit form enveloped in a light ton coat, a pair of gentle brown eyes, and a strong, square ; chin, overshadowed bv a h- nvy black ! mustache. ot once, by any chance, did their eyes meet. The boat glided into her slip. The workmen rusned tumultuously ashore with their tin-pails and tool-bags clatter- j ing about them. At a more leisurely gait ; Marianne followed, passed into tho ferryhouse, and was immediately swallowed up in the on-rushing stream oi humanity that met her on the very threshold of tho j mighty city. ! Her fellow-traveler waited for her to i precede him. If she suspected him of espionage he would relieve her at last. It I 'took him quite a little while to button his top-coat across his broad chest. As he passed through the now empty cabin he Bnw something white on the "floor. He stopped and picked up tbe photo of an old man. He remembered seeing a largo card sticking prominently in view from the outside pocket of the eachel held by tho one lady passenger on the boat, the woman he bad been watching. "Scarcely a lover," lie said, looking at the wrinkled, intellectual face with curious interest, before putting the card in his pocket. "I wonder if 1 ehall ever eee her again? I ehall remember her if I do. One does not meet a face like that twice in a lifetime." Then he, too, was engulfed iu the citv'a life. The evening papers of that date contained an advertisement, which, perhaps, few ever read, and no one ever answered. This is it: "If the lady who lost photo of old gentleman, on (5 o'clock ferry-boat, coming from Hoboken to city thia morning, will call at the office of Dr. John Milbank, Seventv-tirst-st, and prove .property, Ehe can recover it." TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK..1 Euy The Semimel Almanac,

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