The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, October 13, 1894, Page 7, Image 7
THE COUKJER rf? X i not infect her. Sho was grave and thoughtful. "Am I like that?" she asked. Dick glancod from the living face at his elbow to the pictured face above him. The likeness was exact. He had portrayed Patricia's impassivo beauty with rare and subtle skill. The waving glory of the bright-hued hair, the straight lines of the finely chiseled feat ures, the puro tints of the velvety skin, the serene unconsciousness of the clear gray eyes these things were rendered with a iifeliko fidelity that was startling in its vivid realism. But beyond and above all things, he had seized upon and emphasized that which was the key-note of her personality the marble coldness, the lack of woman ly softness and tenderness, the absence of soul, that made her face so perfect a realization of his ideal Galatea. "You are just like that," he answered with conviction. Patricia was silent for a moment, then. "I did not know," she said slowly, and the tone made Dick wonder of what she could be thinking. But he did not ask. Ho had found out long ago that asking Patricia questions was rather an unsatisfactory occupation. "Pygmalion of old fell in love with his own creation, and kissed it into life," he cried. "I am sure I am not surprised, if if " He broke off suddenly, and Patricia turned away. Dick's eyes followed her curiously. He was wondering if the most impetuous of lovers, the most ardent of kisses, could have power to awake within her the passionate loving woman's soul that the touch of Pygma lion's lips had once upon awakened within his Galatea's marble form. The pictures was accepted by the all-powarful Forty, and well hung and it proved the feature of that year's academy. The critics had nothing but praise for it, and the crowds of visitors who daily thronged the rooms of Burlington House were unanimous in their verdict. Popular feeling ran so high that "Galatea" had to be pro vided with a railing and a policeman. Dick Vandeleur's name was made. "I owe everything to you," he said to Patricia, "everything." Now, this was not strictly true, and the impulsive words were the outcome of a somewhat illogical reasoning, but Dick was not always logical when ho was talking to a woman. That is such a different matter from talking to a man. Patricia caught the false note at once, and shook her head. "No." she answered, "there are many things that you don't owe tu me. Your talent, for instance that is a Heaven-snnt gift If you had never seen me, you would still have been famous somo day." "I should not," Dick returned, with conviction. "You inspired me. What is talent without inspiration." Then ho moved a little nearer "Don't reason with me," he pleaded; "I don't want to be reasoned with. I like to think I owe everything to you. Let me think it, Patricia." Patricia did not answer; she only flushed faintly. Considered from an artistic point of view, that soft, slow blush was the most pjrfect thing in tho world, and Dick's eyes were all ablaza as ho looked down at her. "I owe you," he went on, "a debt that I can never pay off in this life; the balance will have to be carried over to the next, I'm afraid." He paused for a moment; then put his hand over hers, as it lay idly on the table. "It is not only name and fame and fortune," he add ed. "There is something else that I owe to you something more precious than either." "May I,,' he asked, in a hurried tone, "come in this evening and tell you what it is?" Her eyes were still fixed on the clasped hands, hers and his. "Yes," she answered. Then she withdrew her hand slowly, and as she did so Dick stoDp ed down and kissed her. The next moment he was gone. -Patricia stood where he had left her, silent and motionless. Her pulses were throbbing wildly and the blood was coursing through her veins in a torrent of liquid fire; still outwardly she was unchang ed. Then all at once a light broke over her face a light that suf fused and irradiated it with a rosy glow, a new strange beauty. She was transfigureJ. Her lips parted, her cheeks Hushed, her eyes softened with passion and tenderness unspeakable. Tn that one moment she had passed from the marble semblence of a woman to a woman indeed, with a woman's heart beating in her breast, and the dawn of a woman's love stiring her. being to its utmost depths. It was tho soul's awakoning. The light Btill lingered upon hor face when Dick canto back, no saw it as she turned to meot him, and this now marvelous beauty of hers, this glowing pulsating womanhood, instinct with passionate life, canto upon him with an actual physical Bhock. Ho stopped short, gazing at hor spellbound. "By Jovo!" he muttered, under his breath. "By Jove!" Then ho went forward. "How different you look tonight," he said. "What is it." His oyo3 wandorod over her as ho spake, seeking some reason for the change, but ho could find none. Her gown was one that ho knew well; she had not altered the arrangement of her hair; every thing about her was much as usual. No; the change owed nothing to outward iniluence; it camo from within her. Even as Dick grasped this fact an idea struck him maidenly; could it be his kiss the touch of bis lips on hers that had wrought this startling transformation. For a moment the thought made him cower guiltily, then ho (lit missed it its quickly aa it had come. No, it could not be that that was not enough. For Dick was a man, and a man of tho world no worse, but still not much better, than his fellow-men and he did not think so very much of a kiss. If he felt tempted to kiss a woman ho generally yielded to the temptation, just as he yielded to other temptations, in his light-hearted, irresponsible way. A kiss was such a little thing he always reflected when, as sometimes happened, his con science pricked him. What did it amount to, after all? Just tho touch of lips on other lips. Nothing more. "Patricia," ho said taking her hand in his. He had taken her hand and called hor by her name in this after noon, and she had not rebuked him, so ho took her hand and called her by her name again at night. This id a man's way. Patricia looked up at him. "Yes," she said. Dick drew his breath hard, and for a moment ho could not speak. Her eyes, with that new light glowing in their depths were enough to set a man's very soul on fire. Ho had to tight for self control. "I havo a confession to mako to you," he went on, rather unstead ily. "When you hear it perhaps you will say I ought to have mado it before. And yet I don't know why you should. It is a secret that is only known to two people in tho world besides myself. Possibly it won't interest you; but I think it will, because becauo wo have been such good friends. I am man Wl. That is it. I married five years ago. I was only a lny then, with neither money nor prospects; and God knows I had no right to persuade any woman to Join her life to mine. But but ,we don't always do what is right and she has never reproached me, never once. Until now I have had no chance of making a home for her. She has stayed with her mother and I havo lived from hand to mouth, painting pot-boilers and trust ing to luck, making the most of the present and leaving tho future to take care of itself. But now all that is changed. I can mako a home for her now, and give her ail the things that sho has waited for so long and so patiently and I ant going to do it I am going to do it. She's a good little thing, the best, truest little women in the world. And sho never reproached me once." Ho paused for a moment and passed his hand over his eyes. "There's a child, too," he added, in a lower tone. He looked at Patracia with a quick and somewhat uneasy glance, but she stood quite still and silent. She did not even withdraw her hand. 'You see now how much I owe to you," he went on, hurriedly. "Not only name and fame and fortune, but also the power to atone to my wife for all these years of waiting; the iower to mako a home for her and the child. I can never hopo to pay off such a debt." Patricia raised her eyes to his and smiled. "There is no debt," she said; "it is paiil already. If I have added to your happiness; that is enough for me. I was not used to help ing people, no one ever asked me for help until you came; but I have helped you and I am satisfied." Dick started as her voice fell on his ear. It was so changed.that he hardly knew it. The new tenderness that had thrilled in" the soft tones was gone, leaving it dull and cold and lifeless, as it had been when first he met her. He looked at her curiously and saw that her face was changing, too. The light tat still lingered upon it was but the ghost of what had been the faint reflection of that marvelous glow of warmth and passion that had Hashed upon him with such bewildering beauty only a short time ago. A shadow dimmed the lovely radiance of her eyes, her mouth was set in rigid, flexible lines, tbe marble coldness ami hardness of the old days were creeping over again. He drew a Ions, deep breath, for in that moment tho truth was revealed to him, and tho vag'ie uneiwy doubts that had filled his mind gave place to certain knowledge. Ife knew now. that he. like Pygmalion of old, had kissed his Galatea into life, and awakened a woman's heart within her marble breast. Knew, too, that almost in the same hour as that in which he had gh-en her life ho had taken the precious gift away. As she stood there, looking up at him. the smile seemed to freeze on her lips, and all at once the light faded and died out of her face forever. The soul was dead, and a soul knows no second birth on this side of eternity.