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,.i h.uu:i p-iM ,7 Minn .xuojia rnir
By FERENC MOLNAR
Dramatized by OLIVER HERFORD ' Adapted by JOSEPH O'BRIEN
COPYRIGHT. 1908, BJJ HEJtTiy XV. SAVAGE
restless, animated, the only port of
TIE 6lender jeweled Lands of bl tbat emqd ali: Ills voice was
Olga Iloffmann trembled so ,ace e.ires.Kiomess. uis cja
that Bbe fumbled at the hooks "hanging in their steady blackness,
uui nis nanus wore viorant. lueir ges-
nnd buttons that held togeth
er the waist she was trying to remove.
Her heart beat with a violence it had
cot known before during the six placid
years of her married life. Her face
Mas a mask of fear fear of the un
seen, the unfathomable of the turbu
lent emotions that seemed crowding,.
tures were literal speech. All impulse
which he " had banished from his
speech, from his walk, seemed cen
tered in his hands.
j It flashed across Olga as she gazed
at him that he was the Incarnation of
1 the arch fiend, the very spirit of evil
surging up from unsuspected depths in . P".rlose against which all good cou
her very soul tends, against .which she had fought
' Mine. Hoffmann was in the studio of onsclously for six years. It was
Karl Mahler, where she had .been tbls torrlbI Police that was drag
brought by her oortly banker husband, i fin- " those years paint
, . ing with fresh color the faded dream,
Herman Iloffmann, that the irony of , flmng hPr h(art witll tue wIId . sweet
the sweetheart of her happy girlhood, dcsire of ., t.uiM- she presscd "her
painting her portrait for the pleasure handg over lu,r evt,s t0 shut out the
Ul, , , a uose name sne uau taKen specter and cried aloud:
might le consummated. But It was
with no thought of this -that Hoffmann,
had taken her there or that she had
consented to go or that Karl had re
ceived them. Iloffmann welcomed the
artist daily to his own home and knew
no jealousy. Karl, forgetful of the
idyl of his youth, dwelt hi thought on
his approaching marriage to a beauti
ful young heiress. Olga, loyal to her
husband. believed that the old romance
was laid away among those faded
dreams faiutly. remembered, but which
come no more.
And yet when her husband had gone
out, leaving her there, the faded laven
der of the sweet old days turned lurid,
and for the first time in six years her
soul contes.ed itself and lay bare and
unshriven. But she fought down the
memory a:d clung to tho?o six years
of silence, and all the while there was
in the very air of the room an unseen j
presence tuat seemcu dragging ner
backward through time, bridging those
yeara clear to the day when Karl, the
boy. had taken her iu his arms unj
kissed her lips and told her that he
Now, with all of that In her heart,
Bbe yet tried to put It out of her
thoughts. She forced herself to a light
tone and airy words.
"Come, M. Mahler; I have come to
get my portrait painted as my husband
wishes it," she cried. "We must go to
Karl, torn by emotion as herself,
"Here are shawls from which you
may select one "for'your ' shoulders."
he eaid. "I will go and prepare the
studio while you. remove your blouse."
He left her so filled with fear that
she could hardly bring herself to tug
at the buttons that held her waist.
"Ah!" she exclaimed Impatiently at
last, flinging .the waist from her. '
As it dropped to the floOr her per
fectly rounded shoulders and white
throat were bare. She arose from her
seat and reached for the filmy silken
shawl she had chosen. But the shawl
fell from her nerveless bands, and she
drew back, with a shriek, gazing in
horror at what seemed an apparition.
A -melodious voice, suave, gentle, de
"Madame. I beg your pardon. I fear
I permitted myself to fall asleep.
From the depths of a great arm
chair, drawn up before an open fire
whose red light gave it sinister il
lumination, a man arose, stood before
Olga and bowed profoundly. He was
in the conventional afternoon garb of
a gentleman nis frock coat was black;
his hair was black; his eyebrows, eye
lashes and eyes were black. His face
was white, as colorless as bis immac
ulate linen, as expressionless as the
monocle he wore. One touch, of color.
red, came from the scarf.
He looked with undisguised admira
tion at the beautiful woman before
him. But it was the cold, critical ad
miration of the cynic, emotionless and
without life. Olga drew back from
him, catching up the shawl and hiding
her gleaming shoulders. As she looked
at him his eyes seemed to hold hers.
She was fascinated, yet repelled. .
"I thought I was alone," she falter
ed when her voice came to ber.
"When I came In some time ago M.
Mahler was out, ..and . I . must have
fallen asleep In his comfortable chair.
Again I apologize."
Fear and suspicion dilated Olga's
eyes, and she drew yet farther from
this suave, polished stranger.
"There was no one la that chair a
few minutes ago when my -husband
was here!" she cried..
Without a flicker of expression or a
trace of . emotion Jn his even, steady
voice, the stranger glanced casually
at the chair from which he bad emerg
ed like a specter and replied: ... , . . .
"I beg your pardon. I must be mis
taken." . . ' "
lie seemed like one who would Jest
With' Infinity.! .V'., ,
There was nothing ironical in his
tone, and he bowed with grave -politeness.
.Aa be-advanced Olga retreated,
toward the door through which. Karl
had entered the studio.
"Where did you come- from?" she
"Ah, he exclaimed quickly, "I come
from nowhere; I .go everywhere; I, am
here." . ... - . -t -
He tapped his forehead with long,
eloquent .fingers significantly. '
Those bauds were as striking as his
Tolpe, his face, his manner. They were
Then she fled to meet the young art
ist, hurrying td answer her call.
LOA was a ward in the family
of Herman Iloffmann when
she met Karl first. A preco
cious boy artist, talented, but
Olga was startled and glanced quick
ly at Karl. The young artist could
not keep the blood from rushing to
his cheeks, but he replied carelessly:-
Olga would do my -poor art great
honor. I never knew that either of j ihnf , rwvlini,i tt nrossmi
the models who had. posed and flirted
and talked scandal within his walls.
He s paced the floor restlessly t nerv
ously 'twisting, his unllghted cigarette
in his fingers until it crumbled, his
mouth tight, his eyebrows drawn to
gether. Then he" seized his bat and
overcoat and flung himself out of the
door Into the gathering winter storm.
For an hour he plunged through'the
snow, the chaos of the storm matching
Lis mood. Almost exhausted, he turned
back -toward his home and entered.
The room glowed warmly. In front of
the inviting fire was the big armchair
with its wide seat, comfortable cush
ions and high pulpit back. As be laid
aside his greatcoat he 6tepped toward
the chair, intending to bury himself In
its depth and surrender, to his mood.
A shudder ran over him, and he drew
back, staring at the seat.
It was empty, his eyes assured him.
but he could not rid himself of a feel-
untaught, he attracted the attention of
the wealthy family, and they gave him
employment to further his ambition.
Soon he came and went among them
like one of the family, patronized by
Herman, who was his senior, and ador
ed by Olga, whose playfellow he was.
He was a handsome, sturdy youth,
with hair that feU in rich, black clus
ters over his white forehead and eyes
that sparkled with buoyant life and
There was never a word of love be
tween this boy and girl. It was the
true spirit of comradeship. But they
loved each other without knowing that
it was love, because life was fresh
and sweet to -them and the days were
long for playtime and dreamlug. Their
happiness was unclouded until the
time came when it was determined
that Karl should go away to Paris to
study and that Olga should be given
the finishing touches of her education
that she might take her place in so
Then the comrades became sweet
hearts. When they were to be sent
away from each other they knew that
it was love.
"Ah,' Karl, I shall bo so unhappy
without you!" Olga said.
"But I will come back, Olga, a great
artist perhaps, and you will bo prouder
of me than ever."
"You will forget me away in Taris."
"And will you not forget me, Olga?"
"Ah, never, my Karl!"
Karl took her in his arms then and
"I love you, Olga. I will not forget."
The years went swiftly for Karl in
his studies, and the love of a youth
goes readily to sleep. As for Olga. she
mourued her sweetheart sincerely for
many months, but there was much in
the world that she was learning about,
and the few relatives she had were
busy with her future. Youug Herman
Iloffmann. grown stout and serious
and taking part in the business affairs
of the family, loved her for her rare
beauty, and they were married. Karl
came back, famous, painted portraits
and lived the life of a youug artist.
Hoffmann had become a banker and
a man of Importance. He was slow
and somewhat'pompous In speech, but
he was loyal In his friendship for Karl
and devoted to his beautiful young
wife. Karl came .and went In their
house almost as he had In the old
days. Never once did he .or Olga
speak of their old love to each other.
Each believed it dead. For Olga this
was not strange, as she bad her hus
band, whom she believed she loved,
her home and her social life. Her
time was taken up, and Karl was only
a dally Incident.
The young artist came back to a
consciousness of Olga's beauty and
sweetness. She had adopted a ma
ternal air toward him which he found
vastly diverting. Sometimes - there
throbbed In his pulses a beat of the
old fervor, but he had himself well in
control. His emotions were not way
ward. He told himself dally almost
that he thought of Olga as a sister. But
it was significant, although he . never
admitted that, that he had to. tell him
self this same thing very often.
Thus sped the six years of Olga's
contented, unruffled life. Karl lived
lq his studio, where notables came to
be painted and models posed and flirt
ed, and .. an old manservant looked
after his clothes and his comfort. It
was a spacious apartment, richly fur
nished In the trappings which artists
love. ' There ho lounged and worked.
but In all the six years Olga and her
husband had. never been there.. Karl
desired most of all things in the world
to paint her portrait, but he did not
dare to ask. Olga. never apoke.of it,
and it was not until Herman hlmseif
brought np the subject that it was ever
discussed. ..,......--..:' ,
One. evening at Herman's house,
when . Karl had been making some
sketches,. Herman said: " j
"Karl, why have you never painted
a portrait of Olga? She Is more beau
tiful than any of your models or your
patrons." - I . -.
you thought so well of my skill
"Come, cbme," Herman cried, " "I
want a portrait of Olga.-and you shall
paint It. Lei us discuss it. What sort
of a pose would you suggest. Olga?"
"Really. I would have to think about
It, Herman," Olga answered. "This
is rather sudden, and one can't make
up one's mind about a portrait so
"Why not? Now. I - think a half
length portrait. In evening dress, with
a shawl thrown over your shoulders.
would be very attractive."
Herman had grown quite stout and
wore a neatly trimmed beard. He was
generous, good 'uatured and kindly,
and Karl was very fbhd of him as well
as grateful to him and, his family for
the opportunities they btfd givea him.
He did not wish to oppose' this whim
of his friend, and he left the discus
sion to Olga. "
"I should prefer full length in a
street costume." she said.
"Not at all," Herman asserted. "The
picture will be painted Indoors and
hung indoors, and you wear indoor
clothes. Now that Is settled. Karl,
when shall we begin this portrait?"
"I can be ready at any time," Karl
8a id. "Come when you will. I am
quite at your disposal."
"Then let us have a sitting tomor
row. What do you say? I will take
Olga to your studio, which we shall be
very glad to Inspect, and leave her
there. I shall be very busy In the aft
ernoon, but I can call for her when the
sitting is over."
"Delighted!" Karl cried, with enthu
siasm. "Olga. you will make a solen
oid model, and I shall be happy to
"Very well. I am In your hands,"
Olga said. "We will hav- a sitting to
morrow, and In the evening you will
come to my reception. You will meet
Elsa was a young heiress selected bv
Olga as the prospective bride of Karl.
Olga had brought them together and
in every way fostered their growing
fondness for each other.
You are detetmined to marry me on.
to Elsa, I see;!; Karl said, laughing. '
its nign time, my aear Kan. taat
you took a wife and settled down,"
Olga said, with maternal emnhaste.
I don't like this studio life for a
young man of your Impulsive temperament."
"Well, I'm a willing victim." said
Karl, laughing. "The moment you
married people settle down to your
own bondage you begin to try to put
others In the same plight."
"Nonsense. We want you to be hap
py, just as we are, don't we, Herman?"
Hoffmann looked Indulgently at his
wife and Karl.
"Elsa will be a good match for you,"
he said. "And tomorrow evening
should be your opportunity, my boy
Karl felt himself strangely disturb
ed at the thought of Olga'3 coming
visit, lie roamed the rooms of his
studio when he got home, looking at
the miscellaneous' assortment of pie-
tures, arms, rugs ana bric-a-brac. A
few sketches in charcoal and oils he
thrust. Incontinently out of sight They
were not for Olga to see. He did not
awaken old Heinrich. his servant, but
he busied himself rearranging the fur
niture and even hunted up a duster and
dusted some vase's and porcelains, lie
laughed 1 at himself then and threw
aside the brush. ...... r-
"I suppose I could leave this to Hein
rich," he said. "This will le Olga's
first visit And now I believe that
I've wanted her to come here all the
time for six years. But It is just as
After Karl left them Olga and Hoff
mann discussed the portrait
"I don't suppose it. will matter, ray
leaving you at the studio tomorrow
afternoon." Hoffmann said. - "I have
some important business to look after.
You see, Olga, I trust you." . '
"Of course you do. you old goose
Olga- said, laughing and pinching his
ear. . "Now. good night. I'm going to
When she was alone her husband's
words recurred to her.
"He trusts me!" she mused. ''Of
courre;he Ooes. But why should he
tell ine about it tonight? Why isn't It
a matter of course?"
ATIUS Ctful. slumber was dis
turbed that night, by vague
Imlf ilronma wliipli nnnrncoul
Vj?'-1 him when he nrose. He was
filled with misgiving, doubt, uncer
tainty. His thoughts, half formed, dis
turbing, were of Olgn. ... . t"
He tried to think of marriage with
Elsa, but It was without, enthusiasm
Warm, beautiful, affectionate, she
made no Impression on his heart whch
seemed like ice.
He looked around the studio with
aversion. ; ,. ; . '
The pictures on the walls seemed; no
longer to represent, the aspiration of
the. artist They were mementos of
his hands to his eyes and then flung
them outward with the gesture of one
"I am going mad." he thought
He called loudly, harshly:
"Helnrlch! Ilemrich!" .
The old man, alarmed at his master's
unwonted violence, : hastened Into the
room. Karl flung aside his coat and
Heinrich held for him his velvet dress
ing jacket 'He slipped into it shook
himself and lighted a cigarette. His
hands shook with -nervousness, and he
held them out from him that he might
look at them.
Oh, what a terrible sight!" he groan
"Monsieur?" Heinrich said inquir
Has any one been here?" Karl ask
No, monsieur; only Ma'm'selle Mlml.
She is. waiting In the studio to pose."
With au impatient gesture Karl
walked across the room, picked up a
newspaper, flung himself on a couch
and held the sheet before his eyes. He
did not even see the print, but be per
sisted, trying to banish his restless
Heinrich, solicitously brushing and
folding Karl's coat, waited. The artist
looked at him Impatiently.
Tell Ma'm'selle Mlml I shall not
need her today. She may go."
"Yes, monsieur," Heinrich said.
The servant stepped to the door of
the studio and threw it open. He
"Ma'm'selle, M. Karl says he will
not need you today. You may go
Heinrich withdrew. Karl lay at full
length ou the couch, holding the paper
before him. -
A young woman daintily featured.
with rounded figure, whose lines show
ed through her close fitting costume.
burst into the room.
Although conscious ' of her presence
and irritated, Karl did not look. He
pretended to be absorbed In his news
paper. Miml looked at him and wait
ed, but as be did not speak- she ven
"Aren't you going to "jInt me to
day?" . : . . . .:
"Er no, not today."
"Do you not . love me. any more.
Karl?" . , .,.: "
The newspaper rattled with the art
ist's impatience and irritation, but he
did not answer. Miml approached him.
"You do not love me. You have
ceased to care for me. Ah, Karl, when
you loved me you painted me every
day! Now you paint nothing but land
Karl forced a laugh.
"Nonsense,. he said. "You talk like
a silly, child, Mimi." .
"You say that now, "but you did not
say such things when you loved me,
Karl. It Is always the way with us
poor models. At first it is, 'Ah, what
shoulders, - what beautiful coloring,
what perfect ankles! . Then you paint
us every day. And then It is: 'What
in the world have you done with your
figure? ,It is all angles.' fWhat on
earth have you put on your face? It
is as yellow as old parchment' And
then you paint landscapes."
Mlini burst into tears and vigorously
daubed her eyes with her handkerchief.
She was an extremely pretty girl of
the bourgeois type, with heavy colls
of straw, colored hair piled high on
her head and big blue eyes that were
quick to.weep.o ..
Karl arose, threw aside his paper
and. essayed to comfort her.
"There, there."' he. said, patting her
shoulder, "don't cry, Mlml. You are
full of folly today." . - . ..,
As quick to smile as she had been to
cry, Miml unveiled her eyes and looked
at him eagerly, her Hps parting over
her white teeth.-V " .; t, .
"Then you do -love me, Karl? Ah,
tell me that you love me!"
"Yes.".. - - -----
"And you will paint me again? If
not today, perhaps tomorrow?" .
"Perhaps, but I am very , busy. "
He turned from her and, sat on the
couch again; Mlmis mood suddenly
turned to. anger, and she cried out at
him furiously.:. ' .'' . . V
"I know that yoa do not love me,
and I know why. . You are going to be
married-1 1 Yes. yes," 'as Karl made an
lmpatlent'gesture; "I know it Is true."
"You, are very BilljvMImy be said.
"Ah, no; I am not! It Is true what
I have said." I have heard all about It,
but I did not believe It because I was
a fool. You are going to marry Mile.
Elsa Berg, who Is" said to be very beau
tiful and .who will be a great heiress,
and then you' will forget roe, as you
would be glad to do now."" . ..
"Where, in the evllt have you heard
all of this?" Karl demanded, springing
angrily to bis feet " - ...
; "It does not matter. - You cannot
denx that It is true.", . .; , ,
Then,. her ..mood.. changed swiftly to
contrition, aiid. she went close to Karl.
"But forgive me, -. I . knovr. it must
be. I have always known, and t must
have annoyed you. . We . models are
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Forgive me, Karl."
She looked appealingly at Karl, and
he was moved.
"Never mind. Mimi. Run along
home now, and 1 promise to paint
you again, perhaps tomorrow, perbaps
the next day."
She threw her arms around his neck
and kissed bim. Then she fled from
the room. Karl flung himself down on
the couch again and hid his face with
(To Be Continued.)
NEWS OF THE NEIGHBORS
(Continued From Page Two.)
freshed with hot biscuits and Saratoga
chips. The proceeds helped to make
up the deficit on the pastor's salary.
Many from this community attended
the fair at Watertown and pronounced
It. very nice.
Boyd McMichael sold his black colt
that took first premium at Joslin fair
to Frank Knox of Rock Island for
Mrs. Minnie Wainwright and daugh
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The Rose Hill Aid society, vill give
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J. D. Frels was born in Hampton
Mrs. Charles Wainwright of Chi
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township Feb. 9, 1844, and died Sept.
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four children being born, Mrs. Emma
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on the lawn at his residence near Os
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were present. Mr. Frels was a mem
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and superintendent of the Osborn
Sunday school. He was laid to rest
by the side of his wife at Edford cem
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