The Nest, The White Pagoda, The Suicide, A Forsaken Temple, Miss Jones and The Masterpiece

tly won her approbation. In the rests she talked to me. She gave me her opinions upon many subjects, and very admirable they were and very commonplace. One thing about Miss Jones, however

he had assumed my moral w

ded any subtleties by marching over them-utterly ignoring them. One could not argue with her, for she was so sublimely sure o

ainly awe-inspiring. The clear, metallic flawlessness of her conscience seemed to glare in on

r incongruous robes; "yes, the longer I li

eal, life

't trifle with our lives; we can't play through them

re that "we can't paint through them" was implied, and wished to tu

as not to be bal

look held kind warning. "We must not act after

," I mu

o an ideal that we rise, step b

" to "Faith Conquers

, her little air of guide and counsellor touched wi

was superb!-but even my joy in Manon rankled and had lost its savour. Manon was there under false pretences, her presence a subtle insult to Miss Jones. Miss Jones in her flaming gown took on symbolical meanings. An unconscious martyr we

his humility I could claim no element of expiation, for I really liked to hear

passage she requested me to read. The badly constructed lines, their grandiloquent sentimentality, jarred on me; but in them I perceived a complimentary application that might imply much encouragement. Miss Jones evidently thought that I was rising step by step, and put this cordial to my

t finishe

t to lo

layfully. "Can't you see my eyelashes? That is impre

is in shadow

just a plain, straight-forward telling of the truth, with no gree

rious revelations of stupefying obtusen

two days to finish it; the hands especially, they are rather sketchy about the finger-tips." She might have been a genial old profe

t goes on this side; and then the details of the background-I can hardly tell w

a voice which I strove to free from a tone of patient long-suffering

rank ?sthetic helpfulness, and her air of competence was bewildering. "No, we must not run away f

ilver on the dressing-table, glimmering and gleaming

t was apparent, but she naturally took it to

ly mend matters to-day and to-morrow and polish over that rather careless l

," I observed, with

ounting the stand, "I found 'Manon Lescaut' on a bookshelf this morning. I

possibility had never

looking down at her gown and patting a fold into place; "I

I burst out, conscious of a feverish intensity in t

didn't think it too dull to illustrate. There must be some nice bits in it, and I mean

my voice fairly cool. "I merely took the heroine's name as indicative of a c

orical novel? I like them, even if they are rather slow.

ng to notice my anxiety. "And the characters in it are not people you would care to have ideas about. It i

is exceedingly

rather crude analysis o

, still laughing. "From the first I have had a bit of a grudge a

atters. Indeed, Miss Jones became rather coldly silent. I painted on, my mind in a disturbing whirl of conjecture. I felt convinced that I had merely whetted her curiosity and that she would go straight home to the perusal of "Manon"; and to expect

preparing to go, I

said, feelin

ct of neatly folding her umbrella, which had been thoughtfully

f course,"

lastic band, and

, abruptly, "don't read 'Ma

came severely

," she said, and then added: "

try to judge it from an artistic standpoint, you kno

ards. I know no other m

ul-"remember that the physical resemblance

to you the character of a liar," said Miss Jones. It was evident that already she was hurt and, disregardi

e going to misjudge me, and that, because you see certain thin

I shall never misjudge you." She gave me a

evening, and I was glad that m

nes. My picture, virtually finished, stood

s eyes and I saw it with my own; but her crude eth

re and rose to meet her. Her face was very white and very cold, and from under the tip

caut,'" said Miss Jones

ou will understand that I never should have sat

hat I un

ou back the money that I have

white. "And to ask you"-here Miss Jones observed me ste

owledge of your exceptional character, I now see to have been inevitable. I humbly beg your pardon for it,

e took on quite

that!" She pointed to Manon. "While I was clothing you

amation of shocked denial, but s

leverness, of your picture of me there? The likeness is horrible; and there I shall stand for the world to gaze at as long as the canvas lasts and as long as people look at any pictures. There I shall be, gibbeted in that woman's smile! No, I have not done! There will be no escape possible. Somewhere-I shall alwa

self betwee

long dagger which lay beside the little packet of money. I returned to the picture and, giving it one long look, I ripped the canvas from top to bottom. Miss Jones made neither sound nor sign. With dogged despair I pierced the smiling face, I hacked and ren

w!" I e

t me, "you have done right, you have done

id, approaching

g would have poisoned your life as it would h

have destroyed the best thing in my lif

y little less calm, but certainly a li

t by any weak regret. You have gained my admiration and my respect; but for

inly not sorry that she married Carrington. They seem to be very happy. But the chivalrous moment was wo

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by Anne Doug

A

, the fascinating story of a woman of genius, whose

N WINSL

and two women, and of the unraveling o

L CHA

s equal this drama, wherein the love of mother and

NTAIN

store of sweetness to one's life. In the wide range of modern fiction, one cann

ADOW O

ning, a most exquisite picturing of two children

OF JUD

wick's novels, notable for its penetra

RE

is a long time since a story of character so disti

OUNDING

Taming of

L MISS

work is as characteristic of people, places, and