Marion Arleigh's Penance / Everyday Life Library No. 5

er from Allan, and he says the very thought of seeing you has given him a fresh life-fresh

erful it was to hold a man's life in her hands-to sway a genius so that her nod meant stay or go, her least words meant h

ruel or cold word from her, and the artist would go in his misery only to seek death in some far-off land. A kind w

hat the young ladies shall go over to Herrington, and take some refreshments with them-it will be a picnic on a small scale. You can excuse

all-that strange, wonderful reality; the interview

o Miss Lyster; "I could not if I tried

oked slight

dearly as I love him," she said. "There is no need. Say you are not incli

de Lyster had foreseen. Miss Carleton did not care to inte

ss Lyster, too. She is an admirable young person; so prud

nt down the steps that led to the orchard. The hedge was high and thick, tall trees formed a complete barrier between the grounds and the high road, no strangers or passersby

hawthorn; there was a gleam of gold from the laburnums, and the scent of the lilacs filled the air; the apple tree

Allan Lyster. He looked up as the sound of light footsteps rustled in the grass

after all, in the way in which he went up t

ur robe if I dared," he sai

d in his. He allowed no time for confusion

e heavens, I could not have felt, more surprise than your kindness has caused

yster

s Arleigh's lecture alone. She will be able to say harder words to y

ugh she knew that she was most foully betraying a girl whose youth and innocence might have pleaded for her, she had n

his dark eyes flashing keenly for one-half a minute

derstood perfectly well how to make the most use of it. The

said. "Your sister tells m

you why?" he

om his. She drew back ever so little, but another keen, s

torture to see you, to hear you speak, to worship you with a heart full of fire, and yet to know that the sun is not farther from me than you, to

d her eyes, half raised, h

gift-that is genius. And I have dared, fired by such a beauty as woman never had before, to

lt perfectly satisfied that what he was

ve immortalized them. But I am mad to say such things. This is the

a clear, sweet voice. "I value many

y. The poets learn by suffering what they teach in song; so it will be with me. Sorrow will make me a great artist; whereas, i

speak so," she said. "Life

love that overleaped all barriers, as Art has rendered loveliness immortal for all time. I have dreamed of loves

was very handsome, this young artist who loved her so, and very sad. How dearly he loved her, and how strange it was! In all this wide world there was not one who cared for her as he did; the thought seem

very object for which I