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in a tableau tile "Masterpiece of a Sculptor," a representation to which her tall fornl and regular- featured, pale face would lend themselves with special fitness. The ineml)ers of the conmfittee were hardly otlt of the house when Lincoln Sinclair came to ask Ruth to drive with him in the afternoon, and she told him of the prollosed entertainment, and the part she had consented to '?" The tableau was called "The take in it. l;ut, as it happened, ii:: : Sculptor's Tr!u.mph." . she and her hnperious lover had ,! "the entertainment was gwen two opinions (,n the suhject of :') by the Shakespeare Club. It living pictures or, at least, about i I j , opened with a sparkling little/tha t one in which she proposed to : drama and closed with living pic- [apt)ear . . $ * : tures of which this was the last ........ On "es 1 was ash el I oo not care tor you to stana .i' _ a ped ta ". aPel'Ylntat- a stage with bare arms for the 7 .ngure, Its colorless drapery "]amusement of a promiscttous , mg,m graceful folds. A perfect lcrowd,,, Sinclair declared in his arm was raised to a level with tile ,, ... :' face, a fair hand shaded the fixed comest tones. "And suppose I care to do as eyes. On the floor, resting on one the girls wish me?" asked Ruth :[.i' knee, mallet and chisel in hand, her color rising. ! , :, was the sculptor, who was evi- "Then," was the  haughty an ' dently half criticising, half ador- swer, "l say that you shall not ing his latest achievement in mar- appear in such a tahleau." ble. It is more than probable that On white and dark figures had Sinclair kindly asked her to shone a soft-lustered, green light, relinquish her purpose she would At tile lovely vision every face have yielded to his will, but with in the.. crowded hall lighted up all her warm heart and firm prin- with admiration; every face save ciples, this girl was neither meek ,:," one. That face, pale, dark and nor slow to anger, and as she haughty, grew set and stormy- turned her face fully towards him .' looking as its owner stood with .'" folded arms gazing upon that  , which to others was a moving de- light, to hin a mighty displeas- ure. ' i When the curtain had gone ,,: down for a third time on the tab- leau, and every pair of hands save his own were giving forth applause, Lincoln Sinclair crushed his soft hat down over his eyes, and strode out into the cold night air; strode on till he reached a handsome house in a distant part of the city, the door of which he unlocked, and in an- other moment found himself iu :i:  his room. i .He was angry, thoroughly,  desperately angry, with auger ,7, i;l;. which burned with that still, i : steady heat that is so much more disastrous than the riotous fire which does its work swiftly, and ,b" is swiftly ready for tile things 5 of redemption and healing. ,. "To go directly against my wishes! To thus openly defy L met" he muttered with closed teeth, looldng with unseeing eyes ;; at tile distant hanging stars. ,.: "She cares more f,w the adntira-  tion of an Mle, gapin/crowd than for my approval Well. tiffs cursed nonsense which shotfld never have been begun, shall end. is, indeed, ended. \\;Vhat a fool I have been! A year ago [ had ' sworn I would have no love but art. Had I kept that vow I should now be a happy man. ',' but like many another booby I ,j have played with dangerous and needless tools, and been wound- Iii(:"i: edas I deserve to be! But now made a deMorable mistake, I swear that the months in which "Bv what right tl. you say ] she has been known to me shall shall do a thing?" she demanded be as nattght--as time that has in a-tone different fl'om any lie never been! Great God! I low had ever heard her use. "To easily are men turned into fools prove to you that 1 totally disre- by that which should concern gard your commands, I assure them not at all!" you that I shall appear in this How different was this hot pro- tableau !"  e " test than had been his thoughts Against mv wish and better at the close of one of the latest judgment?" lm questioned, his summer s latest days; the even- face set and stern, his tones icy ing !of the: tlay W lldn. Rutl Ells-. in the extreme. w0rt, ,ttad : lr0mised to become "  "  " " s " [ Against y)ur wish, t seems,, lfisSwife. : Ahe had stood witli she answered. "Whether your i il(/[ his iace towards that--themiracle judgment is snperior to mine I1 i" of color in tile westhe had said: do not know, and 1 'do not care , .  " ."My ttle love! So sweet and to (hscuss the matter. ] )tire ad   I " ;': eni6i! Most girls AiM then:she".turned ad qitit-] would be spoiled by the flattery ted the room, little dreaming what l she reecives, but she'd'ares'only long and" Weary days would pass for my approbation, my praise( bef6r she :lool,ed "upon his' face I have surely chosen well.. Even my fastidious lady mother can- not object to nay sweeflaeart, with her.talent, her qtaint ideas, her wide knowledge and her common sense. I have broken the vow to own no mistress, but art, but it was a promise better broken than kept, for I feel that her love will prove a lodestone which will draw me on to nobler accomlHish- tnents than I eonht have ever achieved Without it. and a wife and a home such as mine will be good anchorages for any naan." The rosy days of courtship had sped away with marvelous swift- ness and'nothing disturbed their harmony till one winter morning when the entertain,nent commit- tee of the Shakespeare Club, of which Ruth was a member, had obtained her consent to represent Ruth heard one of these remarks her lips parted in a weary little smile, attd she thought: "I wonder if he would care if I were ill, attd be sorry we had quarreled." FIers was not the temperament which hohls its anger for arty length of time. Her wrath against her lover had burned fiercely for an hour, but now it was ntterly quenched, andon'ly her stroug: pride helped her through that which had become to her a hated task. \\;\'ell, Sinclair went away with- out a word of farewell to the girl whom he loved and who loved him. and had site known of his intended departure Ruth would not have uttered one word to tie- lain him. ,,\\; slight thing to part two peo- pie who really loved each other? lAy, and it was because they did realh, love each other that so slight a thing could part them. "]'hat which is delicately poised is easily moved. I do not declare, I do not for a monaent thinl, that theirs was the best kind of love. There is a love which utter loy- alty makes patient, wltich reasons before it resents, and whith, knowing its own preciousness and the disaster and devastation of fraclurcs in itself, never :allows Ite was a haunted man, this traveller, haunted by the vision of a figure draped in white, grace- ful folds, with a pure, delicate face, snowy arms and perfect hands. By day this vision refused to be put aside, and in dreams he saw it again and again. No mat- ter how imperatively he bade it begone, it lingered. No matter how hard he tried to fill the last moments before sleep with other things, in slumber that beauteous figure stood before him. One day, sitting in his hotel, he sketched, in a half absent way, the figure that haunted him, and then the thotght came to laim thai he would paint it. "It may leave me when I have put it o,3 canvas," he said to him- self. tie became absorbed in. en- tranced with, his new task. 1)av after day he shut himself up witi his paints and his canvas, often forgetting t- eat, taking advan- l;:tg'e of the tirst morning light, and painting till deep :wilight. And day by day he painted on. the sight of the pictured face strains, to be replaced by a tcmler qt.mlity hitherto unrevealed, and l)eople begau to dechu'e that never until late had they observed how synqnahetic was Miss l';llsw,wth's voice. She never mcntiop.ed Si;- RAILRO"ADING IN THE MOUNTAINS OF ALASKA. months of loneliness and reflec- tion had begun. Tile haughty ex- pression of the painter's face sof- tened, lessened, was finally gone, and one night the moonlight shin- ing into the studio fell on a figure gazing up at the finished picture as the supposed sculptor had gazed at the living model a year before, and on the empty air there fell a voice no longer cold or stern, but broken, and vibrant with purpose and emotion : "1 have sinned. I ant not, have never been, worthy of my love, bnt I will atone! I will atone!" Ruth Ellsworth was sitting with her feet on the fender, look- int, the fire. She was at the liome of her uncle, John Ellsworth, in New York. Her face had grown so pale and her strength so little that her family physician had pre- emptorily ordered her to cease work and seek a change, and she had accepted a long standing in- vitation from her cousiu Jean to visit lier. Now as she sat looking into the fire, her cousin rushed into the room, saying as she sank into a chair: "O Ruthie. wc girls have such ;i beautiful idea! You know that picture that everybody is raving ................. _ " ..... . .............. :::7::-::2_:-:.-:7:_.:: 7.7 _7.: -__-.:_7c__._:-:: - ::::.: -. -. _- ....... .. .__:_:_--:::7::_--- ---- he:" hlazinlz evcs and .qlowing[itself to be ntade havoc oi by chtir's name, and she was not one ovcr? 1 was out shopping with cheeks tohl her lover that hc had pride, but it s in ntolds of suffer- that even her dearest friend Sally l'arker this morning, attd again ........... During the three days which intervened before tile entertain- ment was given Ruth and Sin- clair did not meet. The latter would not have gone to the hall but he had a half-believed-in idea that Ruth would repent of her willfnlness, and would refuse, af- ter all, to appear in the tableau. But, as was proved to him when the curtain was raised to disclose the last and loveliest living pic- ture of thent all. he did not know of what his betrothed was made. They did not paint Ruth's face for the tableau; it was white enough, they declared, and tile girls, among whont she was a great favorite, whispered among themselves that she must be very tired to be so pale, and hol)ed she was not going to be ill. When ing that such love is shaped, and these two had not suffered lonR" enouoh to attain thereto. If Ruth pined for her lover, no one was aware of it. She had her dreams, as all young lives do. Before meeting Sinclair the dear- est wish of her heart had been that by her marvelous voice, which was raved over by her nmsic wouh! 1)resume to question, stopped to see it. It is really the She worked untiringly. ]ter ntost charming thing 1 ever saw, risin was often before that of ands  1 supl)ose you will be quite lhc sun. and far into the night "sot Ul)" when I tell you that both she studied or practiced. She was exceedingly ambitious, people said. This was true. it was. per- hal)s also true that she wanted no tittle to dwell upon things whicla were best forgotten. She Sally and I think it looks exactly like you. You must go arount there wilh nte. and I will compare you two l)ewitching ones." "What a fanciful ideal" said Ruth. "What is the nante of the teacher au Italian maestro of li- quid name and ltig, h In'ices and praised by all .who heard it, she might gain a livelihood and a name. For several happy months her notes had had in them a jtibilaut, joyous thrill whk'h had never I)een noticeable bofore the day When Sinclair had broken his vow to "own no mis, tress but art. ' But after the night when a man stood so long with his face towards the stars, but seeing them not, something of the gladness died out of the young so natural, but all! so sad!" ex- claimed anotherl "I never saw so Inaguificent all arrangement of drapery!" ejacu- lated some one else. "The whole thing is simply marvellous !" declared a fourth. 1)ainting? You couldn't remem. her when [ asked you yesterday, you know, attd uncle carried the l)aper off with him." "It is called "The Sculptor's Triuntph," was Jean's reply. "Itow strange I" exclaimed Ruth, with a little start. "Why strange?" said Jean. "l'm sure it's beautiful enough to be ,3uy Sculptor's triumphy Bu, t,-R.uth "did not explain: She rememl)ered that the tableau in which she had figured to "snch cost had been an original idea with the girls, attd wondered if it were possible that arty one could have had a camera in the halt and photographed her as she stood. And how would that have been possible in that darkened hall ?" "But listen to our plan," Jean htu'ried ou. "You know we are to have living pictures at that affair of the Cleaner's Thursday evening. It is to be given at Cen- tral Hall, and there's a splendid place, way back, deep, for tab- leaux on the stage. We think it would be the most ,mique and captivating thing in the world to l"epresent The Sculptor's Tri- umph in" a tableaux, and have you for the figure. It will be splen- Was not dull, or apparently un- iterested in that which was go- ing on about her but she was far more quiet than in the old days, bm when she did speak it was much oftener than in former tlmes of the high and nol)ler hings of life. aud the power of her voice even deepened. If sweetness had gone ot/t of her life, sweetness had aiso come in, and her new character was of a' I stronger, fairer" weaving than the i old. " CI-I ATTEi;t II. ",Vhfl Olll' con|ell)IS dO hlll'l fl'Olll 11t4, We wish It ours ngaln. Antony and Cleopatra. Let LlS no burden our remembrance With a heaviness that's gone. Tempest. Those who were painters, and The picture was called, Sculptor's Triumph." Day after day in dreanty Venice a man wandered through build- ings famous in story withont re- calling their history, or heeding what was said of them by the per- sons in charge. In stilly, brood- ing afternoons a man foated over Venetian waters, but his gondo- lier nfight as well have spared his songs, for his passenger heeded hint not at all. "The those who only imagined they were, those who wanted to ap- pear to be painters, and those who honestly declared that they knew nothing of art or the things of art, all united in the opinion that the picture in Steinway's window was wonderfully lovely. "Such a perfect hand and arm l" raved one. "The expressiou of the face is which his owu hands had wrought completed the work which ,lid to have it just when every- body is raving about the painting, and you look so like the model of it!" "I cannot do it! Indeed, Jeanie, I cannot !" exclaimed Ruth. "Of course you can," answered Jean. I know you're not strong, 1)nt I'll be there to hel l) you dress and undress, and I'll have papa see that you have the best seat in the house when you're not on the stage." Long and earnestly did Ruth look into the fire when her cousin had left the room. She concluded that it would seem very /:hurlish not to oblige her cousin, of whom she was very fond, and who was always exceedingly kind to her. Slowly the curtain went up, and over the sea of faces there swept a look of intense astonish- ment and admiration. The same ntagnificent drapery, the same graceful poise," the same snowy arm, the same unrivaled' hand, the same tonch and taste and significance as was shown in the painting. The curtain had been lifted a second time, and a second time a thousand faces were lighted up. A door at the far end of the hall opened to admit a late comer, attd ather face was raised to belaold the enchanting tableau. A pair of brown eyes looldng over the heads of the assembled crowd were met by attother pair of eyes, dusky and deep, and the figure on the pedestal trembled, tottered, fell. The entrain went swiftly down.. "She has fainted," said many lips in COlnpassionate tones. A man strode up the aisle. leaped upon the stage, raised the curtain, and ptshed his way to where the white figure lay. lie gathered the death like form in his arnls and carried it to a back entrance througl which the night air was blowing, and demanded that water aud wine should be brought. When Mr. and Mrs. John Ellsworth looked inluiring- ly into the face of this handsome, peremptory stranger, he said: "She is my promised wife. Call a carriage. She ntust be taken honle." Once more he was in Venice, but not alone Two people now wandcrcd through the storied huildings and floated upon the fa- nmus waters. Thev talked of Bassanio and Portia, of Jessica and Lorenzo, saying little of Shy- lock, from whose life love was left otlt. They stood on the tes- sellated Itoor of St. Mark's, the dirn place made heautiful with something more wonderful than daylight, and loitered on the Bridge of Sighs, ntade it for them- selves, a bridge of renmmbrances. "Who are those people?" ntany asked as the two walked or float- ed by, and the questioned often answered after this mann&': "That is the artist Sinclair, and Mrs. Sinclair. You should see his paintings and hear her voice I One does not know which to admire the more. Just now the most talked of attd popular people in Venice are Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln Sinclair." .. : ,, . Cedar Wood for Lead Penoils. In eomlng yoars we. will see.less fre- quently the words "Made In Germany" stamped on lead pencils. It Is but another Illustration of American mau- ufaeturers driving out the forelga product and on the ground of puro merit. The manufacturers have awakened to" the fact thatedar, aiid especially Washington cedar, is far superior to other wood, metal,or paper coverlngs for lead. When some .ln- gonlous mind has figured the exact part 9f a giant tooth pick necessary to the manufacturing of a million pen- cils, some estimate can bO made of th enormous drain on our forests that this udustry will make. i -lt.. Truth Will Prevail. "My aunt Is not dead," began the .fltce, boy, "and all the members of the family are well." The office boy's employer looked up In surprise. " feeling good myself," contin- ued the ofllee boy, "and I could Just as well work this afternoon as not, but if you don't let me off to see the ball gamo I'll throw up my Job." "Thy love of truth hath availed," said the employer. "Go out and root for the home team."Ohlo State Jour- ngl. A farmer wroto to his local paper and puts his foot In It thus: "If our people want to see a big hog, come out to my farm and ask for me." -p ,\