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Belletonte, Pa., October 1, 1915.
THE GREATER LOVE.
[By Clarissa Mackie. ]
Uncle Gregory waved his arms in a
gesture of dismissal.
“Very well, Roy, marry the girl if
you wish to ruin your career. I have
financed your art studies to the point
where all you need is a couple years
of perfect freedom abroad, where you
can absorb the best there is in paint-
ing and sculpture. Then, and then
only, will you be able to throw your-
self into the work and produce, per-
haps, a masterpiece—for, boy, you can
paint!”
Roy Benton listened and knew that
his uncle spoke the truth, but his
heart rebelled.
There was Eve Alison, to whom he
had been engaged for many months.
His acceptance of Uncle Gregory's
offer meant their marriage must be
postponed for two years. He would
not let her decide, for women were
self-sacrificing, but she must be told
of Uncle Gregory's ultimatum, so she
could understand why he was going
to give up his painting and return to
the profitable, though inglorious, busi-
ness of commercial art—the {illustrat-
ing of high-class advertisements. He
could earn enough to support them in
comfort, and some day he might be
able to save enough to pay for his
trip abroad—with Eve, of course—
‘when he would take time to paint the
great, picture “Silence” that hat found
form in his fancy.
Anyway, he would have Eve, and
Eve Alison would make up for every-
thing else, even for the abandonment
of a career. Eve was poor, a self-
supporting girl who was making her
lonely way in New York. She had
been a bookkeeper in that great ad-
vertising company which was anxious
to secure more of Roy's work.
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Oh, there was absolutely no choice !
in the matter! Roy shrugged his
shoulders and told Uncle Gregory just
how matters stood. “I'll marry her
now and go back to illustrating ad-
vertisements,” he told the old man.
“Very well, Roy, marry her now and
you need never expect a penny of my
money! I'll leave it all to the Puddi-
ford Orphan asylum. I won't take
your final decision now. Go and tell
the girl what I've said and let her
decide.”
Roy picked up his hat and left his |
uncle without another word. He was
to meet Eve at six o'clock and they
were to dine together at a quiet little
restaurant. His mind was entirely
clear as to what course he should fol
low. He was in a rage with Uncle
Gregory. How dared the cynical old
man insinuate that Eve—whom he
had never seen and whose name he
did not even know—would refuse to
marry Roy if she found he was not
his uncle’s heir?
Eve, cool and fresh in her white
frock and smart little hat, looked
across the table at her big lover with
hazel eyes meltingly lovely. Her clear
olive skin was pink-tinted, and her
dark hair, delicately arched brows and
roseleaf lips made her look like an ex-
quisitely pairted Japanese miniature.
“Well?” she asked, when their
greetings were over.
“We will be married at once—next
week!” he said, finality in his tone.
“And, Eve, darling, I hope you won't
mind very much if I go back to Den-
bigh’s.”
Her eyes widened with dismay.
“Denbigh’s?” she faltered. *And give
up your career—give up ‘Silence’ ?”
He nodded. “And give up Uncle
Gregory’s help, too. He thinks that I
ought to travel for a couple of years,
and I simply don’t see it that way. A
wife and a home look good to me,
darling. We will be just as happy in
our humble way, eh?” =
All the lovely light died out of Eve's
eyes and left them dark and brooding.
Her face was white and wistful and
her little hands were tightly clinched
in her lap. At last her pale lips spoke,
“I think you are very foolish to an-
tagonize your uncle, Roy—and—and—
I've been thinking for some time that
our engagement was a mistake—a bit
ter mistake—and—you will understand
some day. Good-by.”
She picked up her gloves and van-
ished from the table before he had
time to rise. His bewildered eyes saw
on the white cloth the little pearly en-
gagement ring which had plighted
their troth,
So Eve had only cared for Uncle
Gregory's money after all. The old
man had been right—of course, his
- years of experience would endow him |
with an understanding of women.
Roy groaned bitterly, put the ring
in his pocket, called for his check and
went back to Uncle Gregory.
On the deck of the great liner which
was to bear Roy away, Uncle Greg-
ory uttered a last word of advice.
“Seek the silences, my lad—in the
loneliness of the Sahara, the temples
of India, the great bronze Buddha at
Kamakura—and your picture will
‘come to you!”
Roy smiled cynically. As if he
‘could ever see any other picture save
‘that sudden, woebegone face of the
girl he loved! And he would not for
get it—it would be his amulet against
ithe charms of women the rest of his
life.
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Mr. Gregory Benton’s little nut-
cracker face looked more irritated
than usual as he spoke to the pro
iprietor of a certain art store which
‘had handled several of Roy Benton's
‘charming little studies of peasant
{life in Europe.
“It's a pertty state of affairs!”
} fumed Mr. Benton.
“Here is my
nephew sending his pictures to you
to dispose of, and I can’t get hold
of one to hang in my home! Who is
this—this person who has bought
each one before I could get hold of
it?”
“She is a Miss Alison; beyond that
I know nothing,” said the man. “She
has paid the price named without de-
mur, although to outward appear-
ances she is far from rich; in fact
she is quite shabby.”
“lI would have paid you ten times
the amount you placed on each pic
ture,” went on Mr. Benton. “I want
to encourage the boy in his work—
it’s all I've got to live for. Now,
Smith, save the next picture for me
—no matter what it is!”
“Very well, Mr. Benton,” said the
dealer,
A year later Mr. Gregory Benton
was standing in a well-known art gal-
lery in which was hung the beautiful
painting by his nephew. The picture
had been accepted by the Paris salon
and was now on exhibition in New
York.
Uncle Gregory stood before the pic-
ture enraptured with its beautiful
significance, its charm and mystery.
“Silence,” as it was called, represent:
ed the seated form of a beautiful
woman—a woman with lovely, woe-
begone eyes of rich hazel, with softly
tinted cheeks and with tender lips
closed as if locking in some secret
sorrow. The white gown falling
mistily about her, the crown of dark
hair, the round chin cupped in one
curved hand were masterly in line
and treatment, but the loneliness and
the speechless woe of the silent figure
were its dominating features.
“Humph!” muttered Mr. Gregory
Benton, at last, when an odd misti
ness caused him to polish his eye
glasses. “The lad never found that in-
spiration in the silences of India,
China or Japan—it came from his
heart, and, hang it all, why should he
have any feeling like that in his
heart?”
He looked fiercely around as if to
challenge any possible hearer of his
unspoken question. There was only
one other person besides himself be-
fore the picture in this first hour of
its exhibition.
The other one was girl gowned in
shabby black serge, with a once smart
little black hat on her dark hair. She
was sitting on the bench looking up
at the picture of “Silence” with woe
begone eyes that were strangely like
the painted ones.
Gregory Benton stared at the girl
with growing wonderment. Then he
studied the picture and looked from
one to the other, his glasses poised on
his hawk-like nose—first at the girl
and then at the picture. At last he
could bear the suspense no longer.
He bowed apologetically to the silent
girl and spoke.
“I beg pardon, madam, but the re
semblance is remarkable—remark-
able. You must have posed for that
picture yourself. Were you Mr. Ben-
ton’s model, may I ask?”
“No,” she said, in a sweet, tired
voice, “I was not Mr. Benton’s model.
It is a wonderful picture, is it not?
But to one who had seen his earlier
work it is not surprising, is it?”
There was a sort of priae in the ar
tist in her tone, and Uncle Gregory
started violently at the recollection
of what the art dealer had told him.
“Are you by any chance Miss Ali- |
son?” he asked courteously.
“Yes,” she said quietly, “I am Eve
Alison.”
‘“Eve—Eve?’ repeated Uncle Greg-
ory. “Why, that was the name of
Roy’s girl—I never knew her last
name. Did you buy his pictures from
Smith?”
“Yes,” said the girl in a shaking
tone, and now he saw that the
poverty of her dress told a story of
woman’s sacrifice for the man she
loved. Not only had Eve Alison given
up her ‘over for his career, but she
had deprived herself of comforts—
nay, necessities, in order to buy his
little pictures and thus encourage him
in his work. And the boy had taken
her image away in his heart and
made a masterpiece on canvas.
He, Gregory Benton, had dared to
interfere between such a noble
woman as this and the man she
loved.
“God forgive me,” he muttered as
he lcaned over and tock her hands in
his. “I am Roy’s uncle—and I owe
you a great apology.”
Half an hour later Roy Benton dis-
covered them sitting together, the
girl’s eyes shining. like stars and her
cheeks pink with excitement.
“Hve,” sald Roy bluntly, “Smith
has told me about your buying my
pictures. Why did you starve your-
self to do it?”
“Oh, because—because—well!” She
looked in distress at Uncle Gregory.
The old man placed her hand in
Roy's.
(Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspa-
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