Eugene daily guard., December 12, 1908, Image 8

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By FERENC IXTOLNAR
Dramatized by OLIVER. .HERFORD Adapted by JOSEPH O'BRIEN
coryntGHT. 190a. aj h:zjvt.j? xtj. sa.va.ge
restless, nnlmnted, the only part of
him that seemed olive. His voice was
cokl, his face expressionless, his eyes
unchanging In their steady blackness,
but bis bauds were vibrant Their ges
tures wore literal speech. All impulse
which he had banished from bis
speech, from his 'walk, seemed cen
tered In his hands. .
It flashed across Olga as she gazed
at him that he was the Incarnation of
the arch liend. the very spirit of evil
purpose against which all good con
tends, against which she bad fought
unconsciously for six years. It was
this terrible presence that was drag
ging her back over those years, paint
ing with fresh color the faded dream,
lining her heart with the wild, sweet
desire of a . child. She pressed her
hands over her eyes to shut out the
specter and cried aloud:
"Kurl!"
Then she fled to meet the young art
ist, hurrying to answer her call. .
CHAPTER I.
nrIITH Blender jeweled bands or
1 I Olga Hoffmann trembled bo
tbat she fumbled at the hooks
and buttons that held togeth
er the waist she was trying to remove.
Her heart beat .with a violence It had
not known bofore during the six placid
fears of her married life. Her face
was a mask of fear fear of the un
seen, the unfathomable of tho turbu
lent emotions that seemed crowd! ug.
surging up from uns-xrrnd depths In
tier very soul.
Mine. ITi!Tmiiiiu was .'rs the stuiilo 01
Karl Malil.T. where she lihu '-r-.ia
Sroirglit by her portly banker fcrnimstL
Bennnn Hotrmann, that the Irony of
the sweetheart of her happy girlhood,
pitlntlng !''c portrait for the pleasure
of t!:niaii (. hose name she had taken,
mlf.'ht be cun:uiimiintcd. Hut It was
wlUi mi thought of this that Hoffmann
had t;'.!:cii her there or that she had
raineiiieil to go or that Karl bad re
served them. Ilofi'iiinnu welcomed the
nit'.st rt;:llr In Ills own home and knew
on jiv.luu. y Kurt! forgetful of the
H; I of his youth, dwelt In thought on
bi t approaching marriage to a beauti
ful vounir heiress. (Hint, lovnl to her
hrsbnnd. believed that the old romance Bfffttil Hons boy artist, talented, but
wan Ink! aw:v nnmuir those faded untaught, be attracted the attention of
Urcaius fulutly remembered.. but which tho wealthy family, nnd they gave him
'employment to further his ambition,
come no more. Soon he came and wcut nmoug them
And yet when her husband had sons , lke one of (be falnlI piltI.onZBd by
out. leaving her there, the faded laven- HermaUi who wu8 nls Benlor, and ador.
fler of tlie sweet old days turned lurid, b olKil wnose playfe,ow ue wag.
and for the Brst time In six years her , wag B uand80mei Bturdy youthi
aoul confessed itself and lay bare and jwlth halr ,nat fe Mack ii
mumriTen. Uut she fought down the terg over hi Wblte 'forehead and eyes
memory nnd clung to those six years i thHt paM&1 wlth buoyant to and
f silence, and all the while there was purpose
k the very air of the room an unseen , ' '.. , - . .
presence thai seemed dragBlnK ber ;
backward through time, bridging thoso ! n
years clear to the day when Karl; the . , ' ,., ,. , ,. . t. ,
i .... i . ... . ,i loved each other without knowing that
ooy. hua taken her In bis arms and ,. . , ... . ,
, . "., " " i . " ,,,,. ,, ; It was love, because life was fresh
kissed hef Hps and told her that he ! , . . ' , , .
tovej her 1 "wect to them and the days were
m .... . . (, i loutf fur l!u ) lime uiiu ureamiug. Tiieir
. Now w tb all of that In her heart ; unclouded until the
In" rH. V " t" : ' ! a u.e 'hen It was determined
S ,-tvewlT, 8 ! 't Kurt 8"ull ? P"1"
cZlTZ: I have come to j " Olga should given
. ... , . 1 tho finishing touches of her education
got my portrait pa uted as my husband . , t "uu"""u
, ' , , . 4 r tbat she might take her place In so-
ft it,ut t II, Dliu viiuu. o inline iu t
worn.
CHAPTER II.
rfiA was a ward in the family
of Herman Hoffmann when
fc;H she met Karl BreL A preco-
o
Karl, torn by emotion as herself,,
acquiesced.
"Here are shawls from which you
may select one for your shoulders,"
lie said. "I will go and prepare the
studio while you remove your blouse."
Ho left her so filled with fear that
she could uuiilly bring herself to tug
t the buttntn that hold her waist.
"Ah!" she exclaimed Impatiently nt
Inst, f I'jplnrc the walBt from her.
As It dropped to the floor ber per
fectly rounded shoulders and white
throat wore bare. She arose from her
neat an t reached for tho filmy silken
clety.
Then the comrades became Bweet
bearts. When they were to be sent
away from.cacb other they knew that
It was love.
"Ah, Kurl, I shall be so unhappy
without you!" Olga said.
"But I will come back, Olga, a great
artist perhaps, and you will be prouder
of me than ever."
You will forget me nwuy In Paris."
"And will you not forget me, Olga?"
"Ah, never, my Karl!"
ICarl took her In his arms then and
kissed her.
"I love you, Olgu. I will not forget."
The years went swiftly for Karl In
rrtawl she bad chosen. But the shawl atllIii, ,, ,h ,. nf ,,
(ell fro-u ber nerveless bauds, nnd she goeB read,ly t0 ,leep, Ag for 01(5af Blie
4rcw kick, with a shriek, guzlng In I lnllPtll1i i,,. ,v.ti,n, .io.io r
many mouths, but there was much In
the world that the was learning about,
and tho fow relatives she had .were
b.'.ry with her future. Young Herman
Uoffmaun, grown stout uud serious
and taking ,::rt in the business affairs
of the family, loved her for her rare
beauty, and they were married. Kurl
came back, famous, painted portraits
and lived the life of a young artist
Hoffmann had become a banker and
a until of Importance, no was Blow
nnd somewhat pompous In speech, but
ho wns loyal In his friendship for Karl
and devoted to bis beautiful young
wife. Karl came and went In their
Lurrornt what seemed uu apparition.
A nterirllram voice, suave, gentle, de
H!crati. rnH:
"Madntur-. I beg your pardon. I fear
I permitted myself to fall nulcep."
From the depths of a great arm
chair, drawn np before nn open fire
v.-hone- red light gave It sinister II
lunituatloii, n mail urose, stood before
Jlgn and bowed profoundly, no was
In the conventional afternoon garb of
a ccntleiniin. Ills frock coat was black;
ht hair was black; his eyebrows, eye
T:t!ips aud eyes were black. His face
waa white, as colorless as his Immac
ulate linen, as expressionless as the
monocle he wore. One touch of color, I house almost as he had in the old
(mi, cuius i ram un scan.
He looked with undisguised admira
tion at the beautiful woman before
him. But It waa the cold, critical ad
miration of the cynic, emotionless and
without life. Olgit drew back from
him, catching up the shawl and hiding
her gleaming shoulders. As she looked
days. Never once did he or Olga
spook of their old love to each other.
Each believed It dead. For Olga this
was not strange, as she had ber hus
band. Whom she believed she loved,
her home and her social life. Ber
time waa taken up, and Karl was only
a dally Incident,
t htm his eyes seemed to hold hers. Tue 70nng Hrtfat eame bck to a
She was fascinated, yet repelled. I consciousness of Olira-s beautv ' and
. thought I was aloue." she falter- i BWeetness. She had adopted a ma
d when bor voleo came to her. j ternnl air toward him which he found
"When I enmo In somo time ago M. vagUy Averting. Sometimes there
Blnhlor wns out. and I must havo throbbed In his pulses a bent of tho
fallen asleep In his comfortnblo chair. 0d rorvor, but he had himself well In
Agiiln I npologlr.0." , control, m, plm,tons were not wny-
renr mm suspicion umuca uiga s W1,r1, n told himself dallv almost
cyea, nnd Bhe drew yet farther from
tills suave, polished stronger.
"There was no one In that chair a
few minutes ago when my husband
wns here!" she cried.
. Without a flicker of expression or a
truce of emotion In his even, steady
voire, the . atningor glanced casually
at the ctnilr from which he had emerg
ed like a specter and replied;
"T beg your pardon. I must be mis
ft ken."
lie seemed like one who would jest
with Infinity.
There was nothing Ironical In hH
that ho thought of Olga as a sister. But
It was significant, although he never
admitted that, that he had to tell him
self this panic tiling very often.
Thus sped the six years of Olga':'.
contented, unruffled life. Karl lived
In his studio, where notables came to
be painted aud models posed and flirt
ed, and an old manservant looked
after his clothes and his comfort It
was a spurious apartment, richly fur
nished In the trappings which artists
love. There he lounged and worked,
but In all the six year Olga and her
husband had never been there. Karl
Olga was startled and glanced quick
ly at Karl. The young artist could
not keep the blood from rushing to
bis checks, but he replied carelessly:
"Olga would do my poor art great
honor. I never knew that .either of
you thought so well of my skill."
"Come, come." Herman cried, "1
want a portrait of Olgu, and you shall
paint It. Let us discuss It What sort
of a pose would you sngg-'st. Olga?"
"Keally. I would have to think about
It, Herman." Olga answered "This
is rather sudden, and one can't make
up one's mind about ti portrait so
quickly."
"Why not? Now. I think a half
length purtruit. in evening dress, with
a shawl thrown over your shoulders,
would be very attractive." v
Herman had grown quite stout and
wore a neatly trimmed beard. He wns
generous, good natural und kindly,
and Karl was very fond of him us well
as grateful to him and his family for
the opportunities they had giveu him.
He did not wish to oppose this whim
of his friend, nnd be 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
bung 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
said. ."Come when you will. I am
qnlte afour disposal.'
"Then let us have a Bitting tomor
row. What do you aayt 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 ber when the
sitting Is over." ,
"Delighted!" Karl cried, with enthu
siasm. "Olga. you will make a splen
did model, and I shall be happy to
paint you."
"Very well. I am In your hands,"
Olga said. "We will have a sitting to
morrow, and In the evening you will
come to my reception. You will. meet
Elsa there."
Elsa was a young heiress selected by
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 deterntlned to marry me off
to Elsa, I see." Karl said, laughing.
"It's high time, my dear Karl, that
you took a wife and settled down,"
Olga said, with maternal emphasis.
"I don't like, this studio life for a
young man of your Impulsive temper
ament.
"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 ns we are, don't we, Her
man?" Hoffmann looked Indulgently at bis
wife and1 Karl.
"Elsa will be a good match for you,"
ho said. "And tomorrow evening
should be your opportunity, my boy."
Karl felt himself strangely disturb
ed at the thought of Olga's coming
visit. He roamed the rooms of his
studio when he got home, looking at
the miscellaneous' assortment of pic
tures, arms, rugs and bric-a-brac. A
fow sketches In charcoal and oils he
thrust Incontinently out of sight They
were not for Olga to see. He did not
awaken old Helnrlch. his servant, but
be busied himself rearranging the fur
niture and even hunted up a duster and
dusted some vases and porcelains. He
laughed at himself then and threw
aalde the brash.
"I suppose I could leave this to' Heln
rlch," he said. "This wlU.be Olga's
first visit And now 1 believe that
I've wanted her to come here all the
time for six years. But it la Just as
well" -M , '
After Karl left them. Olga and Hoff
mann discussed the portrait
"I don't suppose it will matter, my
leaving you nt the studio tomorrow
afternoon," Hoffmann said. "I have
some Important business to look after.
You see. Olga, I trust yon."
"Of course you do. you old goose!"
Olga said, blushing nnd pinching his
car. "Now. good night. I'm going to
bed."
When she was nlone her husband's
wort!s recurred to her.
"He trusts me!" she mused. "Of
course he does. Rut why should he
tell mo about It tonight? Why isn't It
a matter of course ?'
tone, aud he bowed with grave polite- d(PK, mmt ot ,ntn(p, , (bo wor(,
era. As be advnucod Olga retreated
tnwwrd the door through which Karl
hid eurered the studio.
"Wliere did you come from?" she
cited.
"Ah." I: exclaimed quickly, "I coim;
fvtu nowhere: I go everywhere: I am
I-rv.-
::r fcrri-ri bl forehead with long,
r oqre-.it fbvrre plimlncnntly.
TIkvc hud were as striking as h i
to paint her portrait, but be did not
dare to ask. Olga never spoke of It'
and It was not onttl Herman himself
brought up the subject that It waa ever
discussed.
One evenlug at Herman's house,
when Karl had been making some
ketches. Herman said:
"Karl, why have you never painted
s portrait of Olga? She ts more beso-
lirtll thMit In? nt nrr mUI.
..... patrons.'
CHAPTER II.
MIL'S fitful slumber was dis
turbed that night by vague
half dreams whk-h oppressed
him when he arose. H w
filled with misgiving, doubt uncer
tainty. His thoughts, half formed, dls
ttirblng. were of Olga.
He tried to think of marriage with
Elsa, but It wns wltbnut enthusiasm.
Warm, beautiful, affectionate', she
made no Impression on his heart, which
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
be models who had posed and flirted
and talked ucnndol within his walla.
He paced the floor restlessly, nerv
jusly twisting bis unllghted cigarette
In his fingers until It crumbled, bis
mti. ii,f 1,1a ..lohrows druwn to
gether. Then he seized his hat and
overcoat and flung himself out of the
door Into the gathering winter storm.
For nn hour he plunged through the
snow, the chaos of the storm matching
"lis mood. Almost exhausted, he turned
back toward hi? home and entered.
The room glowed warmly. In front of
the Inviting fire was the Dig urmcum.
with its wide seat comfortable cush-
Inno ami lilirli nillnlt bttCk. AS he lOld
islde his greatcoat he stepped toward
the chair, lnteudlng to bury himself In
its depth and surrender to his mood.
A shudder ran over him. and be drew
back, staring at the seat. '
It was empty, his eyes assured hlm,
but he could not rid himself of a feel
ing that It was occupied. He pressed
his hands to bis eyes and then flung
them outward with the gesture of one
distraught.
"I am going mad," he thougnt
He called loudly, harshly:
"Helnrlch! Helnrlch!"
The old mnn. alarmed at his master's
unwonted violence, hastened into the
room. Karl flung aside his coat, and
Helnrlch 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
ed.
Monsieur?" Helnrlch said Inquir
ingly.
Has any one been here? Kan asK-
ed.
"No. monsieur; only Ma'm'selle MimL
She is waiting In the studio to pose."
With an Impatient gesture liari
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 he per
sisted, trying to banish his restlesB
thoughts.
Helnrlch, 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." Helnrlch said.
The servant stepped to the door of
the studio and threw it open. He
called out:
"Ma'm'Belle, M. Karl says he - will
not need you today. You may go
home."
'. Ilcliuiou wltudiew. Karl lay al full
length on 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 ber presence
and Irritated. Karl did not look. He
pretended to be absorbed In his news
paper. Mlml looked at him and wait
ed, but ns he did not speak she ven
tured timidly: ;'
"Aren't you going to pnlnt me to
day?" .
"Er no, not today."
"Do you not love me any more.
Karl?"
The newspaper rattled with the art
ist's Impatience nnd Irritation, but he
did not answer. Mlml approached him.
"You do not love me. You have
ceased to care for me. Ah, Kurl, when
yon loved me you puluted me every
day! Now you paint nothing but land
scapes." Karl forced a laugh.'
"Nonsense," he said. "You talk like
a silly child, Mlml."
"You suy that now, out 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. Aud then it Is: 'WThat
In the world have you done with your
figure? It ts all angles.' 'What on
earth have you put, on yonr face? It
ts as yellow as old 'parchment' And
then you palut landscapes."
Mlml burst Into tears and vigorously
daubed her eyes with her handkerchief.
Bhe was an extremely pretty girl of
the bourgeois type, with heavy colls
of straw colored hair piled high on
ber head and big btae eye tbat were
quick to weep. -
Karl arose, threw aside his paper
and essayed to comfort her. '
"There, there," he said, patting her
shoulder, "don't cry, Mlml. Yon are
full of folly today."
As quick to smile as she had been to
cry, Mlml unveiled her eyes and looked
nt him eagerly, her Hps parting over
her white teeth.
"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 nnd sat on the
couch again. Mlmi's uiood suddenly
turned to anger, and she cried out at
hint furiously.:
"I know that you do not love me,
und I know why. You are going to be
married. Yes, yes," as Karl made an
Impatient gesture: "I know It Is true."
"You are very Billy, Mlml," be said.
"Ah, no; I am not! It is true what
I have said. I have beard all about ft,
but I did not believe tt because I waa
a fool. You are going to marry Mile.
Elsa Berg, who bj said to be very beau
tiful and who will be a great hetreaa,
and then yon will forget me. as you
would be glad to donnow."
"Where In the devil have you heard
all of this?" Karl demanded, springing
angrily to his feet
"It does not matter. You cannot
deny that 't Is true.'
Then htr mood changed swlftfy to
contrition, and she went close to Karl.
"But forgive me. I know It must
he- I have always known, and I must
have annoyed you. We models are
jlwaya annoying In our street clothes.
Forgive me. Karl.
She looked appealingiy at n-an, ana
he was moved.
"Never mind, Mlml. Run along
home now, nnd 1 promise to palut
you again, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps
the next day." '
She threw her arms around his neck
and kissed him. Then she fled from
the room. Karl flung himself down on
the couch again and hid his face with
bis nnms.
CHAPTER IV.
t ILGA'S dream Journey had
I J J been through the flowering
ISTU'SI orcnnra 01 Binuooa nana in
LvfiSMi band with.. Karl, nnd she
awoke with a sense of regret that the
realities of everyday life should tako
the place of such Joyous vision. She
felt strangely elated: during the day
and eagerly waited for the hour when
Herman wns to call for ber nnd take
ber to Karl's studio.
"I wonder what It will be like
there?" she asked herself a dozen
times. "I thluk I have always been
jealous of that studio and Its possibili
ties, uud I have always wanted to go
there but I did not dare."
Then she chlded herself for the
thought she had not uttered, i .
"Why. I'm n goose! What am I con
fessing here to myself? That I nm in
love with Karl? What silly nonsense!
Come, Olga, you are getting romantic."
Herman came after luncheon, nnd
they drove together to tho studio
building. Old Helnrlch admitted them,
his eyes growing big and round at the
Imposing splendor of Hermnn's great
coat and the bewildering beauty of the
grand lady.
Karl, in his artist's velvet Jacket
hurried forward to greet them.
"Welcome to my workshop!" he
cried.
"How do you do?" Olga said, barely
giving him her band and turning at
once to let her eyes rove curiously
around the walls of the room.
"How do yon do, Karl?" Herman
said. "You see we are' prompt And
now I am curious to see your place."
Karl watched Olga at she surveyed
(be room. He felt piqued at ber seem
ing lack of Interest in blm.
"So this Is your wonderful todlo,"
she said absently.
"It Is much like a Junkshop," Karl
said deprecating!-.1
"It Is very interesting," Olga said.
"Whose picture is that?" she asked,
pointing to a painting of a half nude
figure uu the wall. -
"That? Oh. that Is a model who has
posed for me."
"Oh, yes; I recognise it We met the
girl on the stairs, Herman."
"Oh. yes; thnt Is she."
Herman busied himself looking at
the picture, chuckling over those thnt
caught his unpoetlc fancy and nudg
ing Karl in the ribs at some of them.
"I must come again and Inspect
them more nt my leisure," he said.
"This afternoon I have to go away."
"I am sorry you are not to remain."
Karl said politely.
"Oh. I suppose we might put off the
Bitting in view of the fact that the
picture might have lieen pnlnted any
time these Inst six years,' Herman
said. "But Olga has been nervous
about the ball we are going to tonight,
aud I thought It best to bring her to
day to distract her. You know this is
really a house warming tonight"
"And we were obliged to Invite so
many people," Olga said, still looking
at the pictures.
"I hate these social affairs." Her
man rattled on, "but I suppose In our
position they are inevitable. What
time shall I' return for Olga?"
"It grows dark quickly," Karl snld,
looking at his watch. "In another hour
we shall not be able to see. Suppose
you return about 4 o'clock."
"Very well. And now I must be go
ing. You are coming to the ball to
night, Karl? Y"on know you really are
the guest of honor. Isn't he, Olga?" .
"Yes. Indeed. Karl Is to fall In love
with his future wife tonight"
Karl looked at ber, but she spoke
with perfect self possession and lightly.
"I shall do my beet" he said, and
he tried to apeak with enthusiasm.
"Ah, you are not half grateful
enough for this treasure. Karl. . Yon
should be happy." Olga said. '
"Of course he should, and be will,"
Herman Interposed, moving toward the
door.. "We will all be happy, you and
Elsa and Karl and I everybody, I
hope."
Olga went nearer to Karl and spoke
seriously.
"She Is a very charming girl. Karl."
"If you say one word more about that
girl. I shall fall In love with her Imme
diately, which would be ahead of my
matrimonial schedule." Karl, replied
Jestingly. "You know 1 nm riot obliged
to fall In love until tonight."
"Well. well. I must lie off." Herman
snld ns lie went nn to kiss Olgu. "Goo
by. dear. I shall oall for you hc 4
oclocK."
' Almost against his will. Karl nsked
a question which he had never before
In all Ills life thought of.
"Aren't you afraid to leave your
wife alone?"
- "Alone V
"With me, I mean."
Herman looked at hlm and then
poke Jestingly, but with an effort "1
,un hurrying away because I am afraid
f shall change my mind and take OIa
i wjim me,-; he aahL
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