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me ka-uia • ou.' The est ate, in f••t:t, wee t, telt/,,
e one tr
a /,,a,..
'Elsie,' he said i p y •,
e bilis, as the
strolled tot;etilar, by i f duutu(d, r r I
- "'=""=-" oliva and pinewood, among the aspllo-
F11I1)A .. NOV. o«d, 1888' title anti anemones. I had another
letter front London this morning.
The market's looking up. i3eneoa hair
1 tosold the 'Rade de Villef'ranche.'
l 'I'm sea glad, Wlirrun,' Elsie
peel■'•��� � LTD.WtM,4 l xl
OR = answered warmly. 'Tt s a sweet
SUNSHINE and SHADE. you gt t aene of good price afol`1 it loveliest. Tait
you
guineas, That's not so bad
CHAPTER XXXI.—Cosaxr Ptoww. as prices go. So I'm going to r►b11T
Winne Warren Relf e•teered back his h.dte that new diener dress youa
barque to San Remo and Elsie that were talking about. 1: know you
next autumn, he had not yet exactly won't mind running over to 11•Ientoue
been 'Weaned,' as Echo had predietted ; and choosing some nice stuff at the
but his artistic or rather his business 1 draper's there for me. Things are
Iarospe(its had improved consiuerab;y looking up. There's no doubt I'm
thrc'ugb the 'intervening summer.
Eatherley's.persieteut friendly notices
of bis world in the 'Chariing, Cross
Review,' and Mitehison';a. constant
flow of rhapsodies about bis 'charming
utorbidezza' in 'West end drawing -
(nes, had begun to bring his sea -
es at last more prominently, into
.Tho skipper of the Iliad -Tar -
one up one. It was the mode
flim now in artistic cater-
er as axnelancholyinstance
ing failure, but as a
'icing through misunder-
His knowledge of
ed to be profound.
't yet sell ; bat it
astute buying
o could pick up
and were pre-
ough to their
the end to
was the
ssed there;
Elsie was
tremulous,
d sort of
by little
confess
ie was
n the
s in
e that
u`d nods
en. The
tency rens
an't bear to
sen though it
her and high-".
and devotion.
of everything, E sie
w .by degrees dimly
me did actually love the
g marine painter. She had
.truggle with herself, to be
ore she could •quite recognize
et ; but she recognized it at
, and in her ownheart frankly ad.
.ttpd it. Warren 'vias not indeed
externally brilliant and vivid like
Hugh ; he did'nt sparkle with epigram
and repartee. But while Haab seine
filleted, Warren Ralf's nature burned'
lather with a clear -and steady flame.
It was easy enough ,for anybody to
admire Hugh ; hist strong points
,;,glittered in the eye of day ; • only those
who dip a little below:, the surface ever
reached the profoundiir depths:of goodi
and beauty that key hid in .such
mind as Warren's. Yet Elsie fs,t in`
her own soul lb was a truer thing after
all to Leve Warren than to love laugh;
a greater triumph to have won War-
ren`s deep sed earnest regard than to
have impressed Hugh's fancy once
with a selfish passion. She felt all
that ; hut being a woman, of course
,11(x never acknowl ;ed it. She went
oil fighting. hard. • against her own
heart, on behalf of the '.ld worse love,
end to the detriment -of. the new and
Living better one; and all the while
she pretended to 'herself she was
thereby displaying her profound affect
tion and her table consistency. She
turret never marry Warren, whom she
�,.raly loved, and who truly I teed her,
for the sale of that Hugh who had
never loved her, and whom she herself
n:,uld never have: loved had she only
• ,•:!sown him as he really was in all ins
etnen and se•fisk inner nature. That
tatty be foolish, but it's intensely.
u'•innanly. We must take women as
they really are. They were made so
e i ttrs�, and all our philosophy will
ale ver mend it.
,;ie'S c011ld?l't 'endure that any one
teteel'1 <i+it�3.4111e Ate had forgntt3n her
toe,- iiia., leer s.trrow for Ila„11. She
,teel;i,Ct e illur(, after her experience
vine 11'e.t,'.;[l, that any man should take
her, thus helpless aril p(mniles3 If
011: ,1 been or, Heiress life Winifred,
rir rr, tau ,s might perhaps have been
r t t..,./' tlrll%,rent ; but to burd-'n Ili:
/tie#•,'elite.+, lite still further, when she
lose , how little. his art l,rott.;bt him.
rate e 't. -^.Y ,ruin i he loi sed to earn as
rising in tlxe English market. 1VIy
current quotations improve daily.
Benson says he sold •that bit to a Mich
American. Americans, if you can
once manage to catch them, .are caps-
tal customers—'pat r/us,' I suppose,
•one ought to say ; but I decline to be
patronized by .a rich .&merican, T
think 'customer,' after all, a much
truer and sincere word—ten thousand
times as manly and independent.'
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fie uc
It was the fleet time in all ,ler i a Edi:tan ieeitoli ate lthte•ed : • Wail slios,.y ce'sines 2
site had alaitd a sine le worn, abeet tlh rut', the 1rUtty c -f It 1 Those el. ;lien !$e t tlltni�ilt the 1':arLl• Ie but trdyself plt
l T rands were ovc•rwl4Uttili,, tut 1 tt.,tl, L•
marriage before hire, eon warren ,
str anet. The pnpltu• ll:rel to r ltr(•,l laS i seal bent t :iN•.,in ou moll ler taystiC l;.tv-•-
therefore at once accepted it, pe.radoxl- •'
call but rightly, as a. peed, ,duets, elle fruit supped t. In destine me the Ng e84t si••l'l( n -uta ,6„d. ,L,,,,,,pi u1>0aC: lel
yrodded
Hugh bud simply c Its+�rtt+id TiV titean necessitiesI itchy not sWay,
ellen you love me, Linie`a lee. cried, an j poplar,
tretublin;;. Imuself. No earthly seietiee eats,; l otue ell n:a , l.ua'-,,, ra;;aluut dal' will (mil
Elsie's heart fluttered with taluful mew repair thin fatal step. Sat i - s
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1 r velli , Eint=inn+(;rs itl,rl brerei�.
reel/, t re wtaters were Uf na tavail. 1'lie terms, t t'+ e , . . , -
: '1'he po lle e/1 of ban law 1 0
' �SeveU oa eleltd 17eees of tbie 11ye.
terleal, (+,ttCli.t,a/lime, ine'ertel ate
Ivor was that alt• 1Tni.[t,ii affairs U(Itteteu a have IaiteU to convince es
welt? getting more and lm,r * rix', til t•(d tlxlat ;•.1•. +�I •,rims/,;,St• lli /'pull;/, as lies .
111 Uthpx' wa)'8 la1sU' '1lxUse "'''re tbo et,etnt itepee•t:la ter ii •lit• 1e 1,110 ]tub Uf
dayt3 of .tlle (tNC[llxe of C tttltCf:(I •111. ilii syr livers,, a:•d O sole'intelligent
Agricultural d ha,l t Id u'lon tsv :,Asti,/:it bei+te within the entire
i,��eC rah nr1 ,,9 t.lir.
t fiorno lrutcri, aurllin, f'.ree awl overawe;
«est+ 111 t
teaser,, 'Don't ask the, We [ a'I u h I be all bat is i feel alXxvH use
murmured, thrillingly. 'Cls u t scald/+ ertt►vtitrg sea had began ra+ale r�er<nr,ly
me stay so. Don't worm it out of to claim its own, awl day after day it
mei—Dear Warren, you ,snow I like /,hashed it pieeemeaL
you dearly. I -feel and have always
felt towerdty you like a sister. After
all I've suffered, don't torture me more.
—I can uevera never, }fever marry
you?'
'But you do love the, Elsiel'
Elste's ieyes fell irre,nolute to the
-ground. ;.,Tt was a hard tight between.
lore and pride. But \'levees plead- t'*
wheat crops ; barley bad novor clone a
ea badly for years. Font and tnoutir
disease aid pleuro pneumonia heal
combined with J .tn ricin cumpentiou
and Australian mutton to !owerpewee
Reid to starve It:tidltirds, Rents Glue
'So I think too. I hate Patronage.
It savours of flunkeydom ;• betrays toe
toadyism of fashionable art — the
'Portrait -of a -Gentleman'' style of
painting.—But oh, Warren, . Pre so
sorry the Rade's to be transported to
America. It's such a graceful, deli.
Cate, dainty little picture. I quite
loved it. To me that seems the most
terrible part of all an artist's trials
and troubles. After you've learned to
know and to love it tenderly—after
it's become to you something like your;
own child—au offspring of your in-
most and deepest nature—you sell it
away for prompt cash, to a rich Amer-
ican, who'll hang it up in his brand-
new drawing -room at St. Lotus or
Chicago between two horrid daubs
by fashionable Loudon or Paris paint-
ers, and, who'll say to his,frieuds with
a, smile after dinner : 'Yes, that's a
pretty little thing enough in its way,
that tiny sea piece there. Igave forty
guineas in England for that ; it's by
Relf of London, — But observe this
splendid 'Cleopatra' over Isere, just
above the sideboard ; she's a .real So -
and so'—torture itself will induce the
present chronicler to name the partic-
ular ,painter . of ,fashionable nullities
whom Elsie'thns pilloried on the scaf
fold of her 'high disdain—`[ paid for
that, sir, a cool twenty thousand dol-
lars.1"
Warren smiled a,sirrile of .thrilling.
pleasure, and investigated his boots
with shy timidity. Shah sympathy
from her outweighed ia, round dozen
of .American purchasers. 'Thank you
Eisie,' he :said simply. 'That's quite
true, - I've felt it tnyeelf. Bat still,
in the end, all good work, if it's really,
good,. will appeal somehow, at some
time, to somebody., .somewhere. 1.
confess I often envy authors in that.
Their finished work is impressed upon
a thousand copies, and • scattered
broadcast over alt the world. Sooner
or later it's pretty sure to Meet the
oyes of -most among those who are
capable of appreciating it. --But a
painting is a much more monoplist
product. If the wrong society, the
painter my feel for the moment his
work is lost, and his time thrown
away, so far -as any direct appreciation
or loving sympathy with his idea is
con;ieened.—Still, Elsie, it gets its
reward in due time. When we're all
•deadandgone,somesoul will look upon
the picture and be glad. And it's a great
thing to have sold the Rade, anyway,
because of the dear old Mater and
Edie.—I'm anleto do great deal morefor
thein now ; I hope I shall soon be in
a position to keep them comfortable..
—And do you know, somehow, 'these'
cast few ye ars—Fm ashamed to say it,
ant it's the fact none the less—I've
begun to feel a sort of nascent desire
to be successful, Elsie.' • •
Eieie droppedher voice a tone lower.
'I'm sorry for that, Warren,' she
answered shyly,
'Why sol` •
Elsie dissimulated. 'Because one of
the things I most admired aboltt you
when I first knew you was your
sturdy dear, to do good work for its
.own sake, and to leave Success to take
sare.of itself in the dint 'hnekgroutal.
'But, Elsie, I've many tnorereasons
now to 'wield for success.—Y u know
why -rye never told you, but I begin
to hope—I've ventured to hope the
Lest few months --I know it's presutnp
moue of nes but still I hope -that
when 1 can. earn enough do make a
wife happy' -- ' breakwater o:i' tiro site of tha poplar,
•• ' to 1 ,d rIetLd short atonal on which strained the slender balloon e f
epresslurt , ,
e:tede'. of ere/tate 4teation. fatly
the roam. '.Turnips wer0 a i:,tllure ;
[d feeble • IIs 1 1 dy "t1,, r p`'e`s, iutll nil, ,have thought the
marigolds
s wet.•/+ u , ofl
,Alli , but• rr\I• i,iu� e• ltr•N.tl s° col"
tttt
lad,thele waste straw ,t old txritt.t a'
1 to c nv • �a wtutr (,uit,t,.xr
Li ugh crueit•^cl the t3ystatlrler iu his
halal eine a t.itt,.l,.1 �t-I ,t+ tf N rang
and ittdi12 ils:t:ore. 'l'hta ruf`asure he
!lint ell' ted often meted to others,
then wither had 1t been meted to hizu;
ing face cungnered in the end. 'I do
love you, Warren,' ehe answered
siauply.
'Then I don't mind the rest,' Warren
cried with a joyous buret, seizing her
hand in his, 'If you love the, Elsie.
I can wait forever. %'ucoess or no
success, marriage or no marriage, I
can wait for ever. 1 only want to know
yon love :me.'
'You will have to wait for •ever,'.
Elsie answered low. 'Yoh have -rade
me say the word, and in spite of my-
self I have said it. 1 love you,
Warrbn, but I can never, never marry
you!'
'And I sky,' Edie Reif remarked
with touch incisiveness, waren Elsie
told her bit by bit the whole story that
same evening at the Villa Bossu, 'that
you treated. him very shabbily indeed,
and that Warren's a great deal too
good and kind and sweet to you.
Some girls don't know when they're
well off. Warren's a brick—that's
what I call'hitn.'
What's what ,I call him too,' 'Elsa'
answered half tearful. 'At least 1
would, if brick .was a word I ever
applied to anybody anywhere, But
still—I can never marry him?'
'Thank goodness,' Edie said, with
a jerk of her tread, 'I wasn't born
romantic and hysterical. Whenever
any nice good follow that 1 can really
like swims into my ken and asks me
to marry him—which unfortunately
none of the nice good fellows of my
acquaintance show the least-triolinatlon
at present to do—I shall answsr .him
promptly, like a bird—Arttlur,or•
Thomas, or Gay, or . Walter, or
Reginald, or whatever else his nice
good name may happen to he—Mr,
EIathorley's is Arthur—and proceed
to make .burn happy for ever. But
some people seen/ to prefer tantalising
thein. For my own part, fey dear,
I've distinct preference for maniple;
men happy whenever possible. 1 was,
born to make a good mart happy, and
It make him happy with the greatest
pleasure be life, if only the
good roan would .reeogttise my abilities
for the production of happiness, and
give are the desired opportunity for
translating my benevolent wishes
towards frim into actual practice:
But good mon are painfully scarce
nowadays. They don't swarm. They
retire bashfully.' Very few of them
seem to float by accident in their gay
shallops toward the port of San
Remo.
e
in worse and wor/3t3 at easel/ i:uccesstvo acid he r atized roar lit hie own per,'Iott
Whitestrand sauelit. Tire interest on Oen bitterness of the /,rings he had
the ntortgege was haul to raise; and often iuili'L0.i out of 1ure.wantounees
the servants' avag(rs•tat the hall, it wast on t.tla.es, yoneg and anonymous
whispered about, had fallen into ;tut:Imes. Cht•yne3 1Low batt (:early
arrears for a whole quarter. cunt off Ixer rece..u.iteant sou. Izo was
Clearly the young Squire ^.rust by to in n(rW art ecutcl•st ltnd a pariah, a
short of funds ; and ,uotbin•P w;ls wie4.<-ii cl,: r;r.ter ttr tri,v cawlr ux tete
I'atll, tiaen,
afloat to help his exchequer into- cater
waters.
But drowning incl. cline to the [ /steer to her. Ifo time; ltfrcllt him,
proverbial straw. For his own part l
,Bugle had high hopes at first of his He was lou vain to ask for her
Life's Philosophy. He had trimmed syinpiathy ; end perhaps lie was not
his little bark most ounningly, he .quitu sure that he had any claim
thought, to tempt the stoney sea of 1111uri They were leading a life
Winifred was seated on the sofa
opposite, lent he did not pass the
of mutual avoidance, as far as possi-
•bslo ; communicating only ba strictly
practical topics, when occasion ode=
metaled, ani not oven in the most
amicable spirit. They were not in
touch with each oilier ; taut wile was to
blame ? nut eurely :LIA;xl—tile wise,
;ire brill hint, tiro it mat:elate 1 and
yet—and yet—how title he under-
Whilestnad a women's buffet he
had lawn reading in bittenewn c;f
spirit = :hat the l3,,nfander telid °Win,
,
Winifred, was alb:/ reeding in the
Char-ing Cross Rarieu•, ,hili, the subject
NSA that tiatde vat 4.10 of her hus'-
baud•d. The criticis:li here was ten
blears more 4tallin;; and hitter then
that unkeen �shie,h ?am/singer had just
been `sfuutag, mei :bile kntiw how it
wou d pain him were he to read•
Had she beau ni heertluss as her
husband, she would have passed the
paper to hien and eujtrye.d his bit-
initiation and disuon.[t e,re. But she
was not as heartless as her husband
was—in many ways, Sbe was as
many at,oeher woman, with .a ,fronts
and selfish stud unstaapathetic bus.
band, bias been. she had .loved hint
ouue and in a measnre lewd Lim still,
Rud therefore would not pain ,hint by
inflicting another wound, as it • were
with her own ,taut,. She ,/,tried the
paper deep beneath the sofa cushions ;
and Hugh never knew tbo bitter things
which tlxe .Oharazo gross Re-viety had
said about him. • It would have been
all the more galling to his wounded
spirit had he known further that that
review was signed with the initials A.
1L—Arthur Hatherley.
popular approbation. There was the
big long poem for heavy b.e.11ast, and
the ballads and occasional pieces in
his lightest vein .for cork belts to re
dress the balance. boomer or later
t"no world must .:surely catch glimpses
of the /Ruth, that it still eucloesed a
great unknown poet 1 he -waited .fete
the storm of applause to: begin ; the
uritica doubtless would .:loon 'set up
their concerted prop. - 'But one day,
a few weeks after the' volume .had
been .published, he took up a copy
of the Bystander, tlteat most superior
review --the sputa] organ of his own
special clique—teed read in it with
hushed breath—a hostile notice of
his new and hopeful volume. Hie
heart sank as he read and read.
Line after line, the sickening sense'
of failure deepened upon , him. It
bad not been so in the old days ;
then, the critic had basted to bring
hint butter in a lordly dish, lint
.now, al that was utterly changed.
Ho read with a cheek dashed with
iiidiguanon. At last, the review
tout:lied bottom.
'lr�r. Messinger,' said his critic in
conelading his nether,' 'bee lone since
retired, we all know into Lowther
&roadie. There, among the mimic
ranges of the Suffolk sat.dhills—a
doll's. paradise of Yale and mountain
—lie has betaken himself with his
pretty little pipe the green side of a
pretty little knoll, and has tuned his
throat to a pretty little lay, all about
a series of pretty little ladies, of the
'head insipid Lowther -Arcadian style
of beauty. These waxenfaced.daunsels
somehow fail to interest us. Their
checks are • all most becomingly red;
their eyes are all most liquidly bine,;
their locks are all of the yellowest ;
and their philosophy is a cheap and
ineffective mixture of the elegant
extract with the choicest old crushed
English
morals of immemorial pro-
verbial wisdom. In short, they are
unfortunately .atufied with sawdust.
The -long poem which gives a title to
the volume, on the other hand,though
molluscoid in its flabbiness, is as
ambitious as it is feeble, and as dull
as it is involved. Here, for example
selected from some five hundred equally
inflated stanzas are the modest views
Mr. Messinger now bolds on his own
position la the materiel Oosrnot; : the
scene, we ought to explain, is laid in
Oxford : the time, midnight or a
little later ; and the Bard speaks in
propria persona.
CHAPTER .XXX1I,—ON TRIAL.
Matters at Whitestrand had been
going meanwhile from bad to worse.
Winifred never spoke another word to
Hugh about Elsie's watch ; her pride
prevented her. She would not stoop
to demand an explanation, And
Hugh had no explanation of his own
to volunteer. No ready lie rose spon-
taneous to his lips. He dropped the
subjeot then and forever.
But the question of the encroach-
ments could not be quite so cavalierly
dropped. it pressed itttelf insidiously
and .silently upon Hugh's attention.
An eminent engineer came down from
London to inspect the sanddrifts,
shortly after Hatherly's visit. -Ile
stroked his chin and remarked cheer-
fuIly with a demonstrative smile that
currents were very ticklish things to
deal with en their own ground: that
when you interfered with the natural
course of a current, you never could
tell which way it wou.d go next ; :and
that diverting it was much like taking
to leap in the d irk, as far as probable
consequences to the shore were colt-
oernen. After which roassurirlg vatic.
inattons, with perfect confidence to
erect an e?€pt?lx.rirJe ane, lngetlious
The city lies below ore wrapped in slumber;
Mute and unmoved in ell her streets she
lies:
';91;id rapid tlncsglrts that throng the with-
out number
Flashed the pltantorn of an old surmiee.
iter hopes mud foam and griefs aro all sus.
lauded:
Ten thousand Route throughout hor pre-
cincts take
Bleep, in whose bosom life and death are
blended,
And I alone awake,
l l" t e r i
;net, ii.s for lxiu tltotlitT /Ltd E•lle t a ales lair, I alone the s:alit iry centro
r 't t,G! ar t , the uarrrlw teeth Vett wowed in and linable rein. ntmig et otht to the very ()$ all t.lt, eoe,tatie u+li'�er'se armed,
re ,;,.,. tl„rt , tin iitt, a tiutdlx
With taocltluil N 3rtvi 3, Wirt/141h a.:ao%o pose
a tti(tnl(Illt. She wJuld d1S- out anion; tll i Oaten/whet iaeitev w'rd13 Verga of its by Milt tb(SI wUriCl(iftxiJllil1. talo outer t:r,atie. duels,•, Erne:Lion c•1 a•arU Mt Liver Uil
l•','' 1
. ti'_i,•e;e't; Ole a he; melte wt pial' tIf ru him t egweit her hon yew/ n;dr •owin'' out the beett1 Utcl.', l;lirneanirz!: pll:tuta11(8 of sight ane, t.i11( i1\'popl,6Gpl+ites,ti:inet • ,13 140141,606110but
flee Fs . ,`C 1 so lull L iu•al Om) Lue ,gee l;nt:u, ,ell oa t,. ,loud* of Taw-
' ' .. ,.;:nl,l il*;ver he he : it w.ta 111ant!'�ct firmly on tll(rgrelulti, cut hint lot, and throwing
til ut.tlfri+,K prior kine, hearted calf alta tle �rrcrately res,vdute tuna : and as doral1 as it w ltz fi:li3lted, nine nee all the eounticos minds wlie' ewitle 1 e;e?ahs. a'slatablu muse ” t, ft, surd by alt
to keerp hint d$tzgli ig aaboutt'Wairen, if I wuulthi't Il12.Ury you zoueb aeirlatuatian, :It S0aur set its just paalt:
emotes le, sob rer+cl t.,r,
Winifred lifted the paper whittle
Hugh had flung from him, skimmed
the Bystandbr review in haste. But
she said never a word in any way
about it. "Shall I accept Lady M rt-
mayne's invitation ?" she asked with
chilly unconcern.
Bohemia lead clearly turned against
them ; hut Philistia at least, Philistia
was left to console their bosom. If
one can't be a poet, one at any rate
can be a snob. In the bitterness of
Iris heart, Ilugh answered t Yes, go
anywhere on earth to a body with a
handle ” Then bo tried to rouse
himself, to put on a cheerful and
uncoucerued manner. "I like to pat -
remise art," he ,went on with .a hard
smile "and as a work of art I cola
sides .ady I tortmayno almost per-
fect."
Winifred laid down her paper on
the table, "What shall I say to
her '1" she ,asked glassily. She was
a timid letter -writer. Even share
their enett•angeneut, Hugh most
dictated 1 or society notes for her.
".Dear Lady ;i.Zoronaync, we shall
have gretac"-.Hugh began with vigor.
"Ion's "we have great pleusure"
better English, Hugh?" Winifred
asked quietly, as elle exatniued her
nib with c1oo atteCtion.
(`ro 1311 CONi`I:ItYn17,)
Ntti„i '113aat G'cu3t:t.
brant' pebplo negle t what they ea0 sa sample cold,
wletah ii alt ol,ccticd in lima, re.ty lead to Lung
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