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Middleton's Model. Middleton was doing very well: everybody admitted that-some patronisingly, some enviously. And yet Middleton aimed high. He eschewed pot-boilers and devoted himself to important subject pictures, often of an allegorical description. Nevertheless, his works sold, and that so well that Middleton thought himself justified in taking a wife. Hei'fi, again, good fortune attended him. Miss Angela Dove was fair to see, possessed of a nice little income, and. finally, a lady of taste, for she accepted Middleton addresses. Decidedly a lucky fellow all round was Middleton. But in spite of all his luck his face was clouded with care as he sat in his studio one summer evening. Three months before he had been the recipient of a most Battering commission from that wealthy and esteemed connoisseur the Earl of Moneyton. The Earl desired two panels for his hall. I want." he wrote, two full-length female iguras-the one representing Heavenly Love, the other Earthly Love. Not a very new subject, you will say; but I have a fancy for it, and 1 can rely on your talent to impart freshness even to a well-worn theme." Of course, there was no difficulty about Heavenly love. Angela filled the bill (the expression was Middleton's own) to a nicety. Her pretty golden hair, her sweet smile, her candid blue eyes, were exactly what was wanted. Middleton clapped on a pair of wings and felt that he had done his duty. But when he came to Earthly Love the path was not so smooth. The Earl demanded the acme of physical beauty, and that was rather hard to find. Middleton tried all the models in vain; he frequented the theatres and music-halls to no purpose; he tried to combine all the beauties of his acquaintance in one harmonious whole, but they did not make what tea-dealers call a "nice blend. Then he tried to evolve Earthly Love out of his own consciousness, but he could get nothing but Angela again; and although he did violence to his feehugs by giving her black hair and an evil cast in her eye, be knew that, even thus transformed, he would not; satisfy the earl. Middleton was in despair; his reputation was at stake. The thought of Angela could not consule him. I'd give my soul for a model!" cried he, flinging aside his pencil in despair At this moment he heard a knock at the door. He existed on the charwoman system, and after six o'clock in the evening had to open his own door. A lady stood outside and a neat brongham was vanishing round the corner. Even in the darkness Middleton was struck by tbe grace and dignity of his visitor's figure. <l Mr. Middleton's, is it not?'' she asked in a very sweet voice. Middleton bowed. It was late for a call, but if the lady ignored that fact he would not remind her of it. Fortunately there was no chance of Angela coming at that hour. He led the way to his studio. May 1 ask," he began, U to what I am indebted for this honour ? I see you like coming to business directly," she answered, her neatly gloved hands busy unpinning her veil. She seemed to find the task a little difficult. You see, it's rather late," said Middleton. "Not at all, I am only just up. Well, then, to business. I hear you want a model ifor an Earthly Love." Exactly. May I ask if you"- ? If I am a model ? Oh, now and then—not habitually." You know my requirements are somewhat hard to fulfil ?" I can fulfil them;" and she raised her veil. She certainly oould. She realised his wildest dreams; the wildest dreams of poets and painters sinee the world began. Middleton stood half-stupefied before her. f Well, shall I do P" she aske4, turning her Mnile on him. Middletonfei t as if it were a battery of guns as he answered that he would be the happiest painter in the world if she would honour him. Head only, of course," she continued. 4< Of course," said he, hastily unless, fvthat is, you will give me hands and arms too." I think not. My hands are not so good." And she glanced at her kid gauntlets with a j smile. And-ar-as to terms ?" he stammered. "Oh, the usual terms," ahe answered ifcriakly. Middleton hinted at pre-payment. I'm not allowed to take that," she said. "• Come, I will ask for what I want when the ,%Hne comes. You won't refuse me ? [ It's a little vague," he said, with an uneasy Jaugh. "Oh, I can go away." And she turned towards the door. Whatever you like," he cried hastily. Ah, that's better. I shall not take any- thing of great value." She gave him her hand. He ventured on a slight pressure. The lady did not seem to notice it and her hand lay quite motionless in his. To-morrow, then," he said. Yes. I won't trouble you to call a cab. I shall walk." "Have you far to g o?" "Oh, some little way: but it's an easy road." Can't I escort you home ?" Not to night. Some day I hope"—-and she stepped into the street and dtsappered round the corner. Punctually the next day she re-appeared. Apart from her incomparable beauty—and every time she came Middleton was more oon- vinced that it was incomparable—she was a charming companion. She was very well read. and her knowledge of the world was wonderful. I wish it wasn't rude to ask your age he exclaimed one day. Ah, I am older than I look. My work keeps me young." Are you very busy, then ?" j I am always busy. But I don't grudge ? the time I give to you. No, don't thank me. 1 am to be paid, you know." And she laughed merrily. If there were a flaw in her, it was r her laugh. Middleton thought it rather a i'y' cruel laugh. Do you know," he resumed, you have never told me your name yet." I am here incognita." You will tell me some day ? Yes, you shall know some day." Before we part for ever ? Perhaps we shall not part—for ever." Middleton said he hoped not; but what 4 Irould Angela say ? My name is not so pretty a one as your fiancee's" the lady oontinued, How do you know I am engaged P" I always know that sort of thing. It's so naefni. Angela Dove, isn't it ?" Yes; I hope you like it." J "To be candid, not very much. It happens .■ to have unpleasant associations." It was fortunate that Angela was staying out of town. Middleton felt that the two ladies would not have got on well together; and He checked himself in shame: for his thought had been that not eveu for I Angela could he send the stranger away. Middleton struggled against the treacherons passion that grew upon him but he struggled I in vain. He was guilty of postponing the finishing of his panel as long as he could. At last the lady grew impatient. I I shall not come aftet to-day," she an- nounced. You can finish it to-day." Oh, hardly he protested. I'll stay late; but I can't come again." Midd'eton worked hard, and by evening the panel was finished. A thousand thanks," he said. And now yon'll have something to eat, won't you ?" She agreed, and they sat down to a merry meal. The lady surpassed herself in Irril- liancy, and her mad gaiety infected Middle- ton. Forgetful of his honour and allegiance, he leant over to toast his guest with a pas- sionate gaze in his eyes. Insensibly the even- ing sped away; suddenly the clock struck twelve. twelve. I am going now," she said. Ah, you won't leave me oded Middle- ton. cc 401.- — -4 ¥, As soon as you like, but not later than you must." You are charmiDgly mysterious. Tell me ■ where are you going ?" To my home." If yoa won't come to me, 1 shall come to you," be insisted. Yes, you will oome to me," she answered, smiling. And we shall be together ?" Yes.'7 of As long as ever I like?" Yes—loDger." "Impossible. Eternity would not be too long." ,Nous verrons" said she with a laugh. At least you will write. You'll send me your pictured" I never write, and you have my pic- ture." And another in my heart," he oried hotly. I have tried to put it there." But give me some token—anything—a ribbon, a glove, anything. Well, let it be a glove. As I go I will give you a glove." She rose from her chair and rested her hand on the table. Till we meet again she said. I am yours for ever he cried,seizing her hand. "True! True she answered triumphantly. You are mine for ever and with a sudden movement she drew her arm away from him and left on the table—her glove, was it, or her hand ? It seemed her very hand and as Middleton looked up he had a vision of a blood-red claw shaken in his face, and devilish laughter rattled in bis ears. The lady was gone, and Middleton fell full leugth on his studio floor. • • f • • Middleton is a very devoted husband to Angela Dove. When he is well and cheerful be blames himself for having made love to a model, and laughs at himself for having been fool enough to fancy—well, all sorts of rub- bish. But when be is out of sorts he does not like to be complimented on his figure of Earthly Love, and he gives a shudder if he happens to come across an article which lies bidden in his cupboard—a perfect model of the human hand covered with black kid; the model is hollow and there is a carious black i mark inside it. And the Earl ? The Earl was delighted with the panel. Was she a professional model ?" he asked. "She made it a matter of business with me," said Middleton uneasily. It was one of bis bad days. 1 must know that girl," continued the Karl, with a cunning look in his eye. I expect you will some day, What's her name ?" I don't know. She didn't tell me:" "Didn't she sign anything when you paid her ?" I haven't paid her yet." But you're going to p" I —1 suppose so," answered Middleton. Well, you'll find ont who she is then. And, I say, Middleton, just let me know." I will, if I can—unless you've found it out before." The Earl took up his hat with a sigh. A glorious creature!" he said. i hopo I shall see her some time." I think it's very likely, my lord," said Middleton. Have you any notion where she comes from Middleton compromised. He said he un- derstood that the lady was from Monte Csrlo.—St. James's Gazette.

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