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sympathy　at　home　as　far　as　I　can　give　them。　　Indeed；　if　you　will

let　me；　I'll　become　a　very　unobtrusive；　but　perhaps；　useful　ally。

At　any　rate；　I'll　try　not　to　make　any　stupid；　ignorant　blunders。

I　have　like　Mr。　Van　Berg　from　the　first　hour　of　our　meeting；　and

I　would　thank　God　from　the　depths　of　my　heart　if　this　could　be。〃



〃Dear；　good　father；　how　little　I　understood　you。　　I've　been　living

in　poverty　over　a　gold　mine。　　But　father；　I'm　so　ignorant　and　Mr。

Van　Berg　knows　everything。〃



〃Not　quite；　you'll　find。　　He's　only　a　man；　Ida。　　But　you　can　never

win　him　through　politics　or　by　discussing　with　him　the　questions

of　the　day。　　These　are　not　in　your　line　nor　his。〃



〃What　can　I　do；　father。　　Indeed；　it　does　not　seem　to　me　maidenly

to　do　anything。〃



〃It　would　not　be　maidenly；　Ida；　to　step　one　hair's　breadth　beyond

the　line　of　scrupulous；　womanly　delicacy；　and　by　any　such　course

you　would　only　defeat　and　thwart　yourself。　　A　woman　must　always

be　sought；　and　as　a　rule；　she　loses　as　she　seeks。　　But　I　strust　to

your　instincts　to　guide　you　here。　　You　have　only　to　be　simple　and

true；　as　you　have　been　since　the　happy　miracle　that　transformed

you。　　Unless　a　man　is　infatuated　as　Ibut　no　matter。　　A　man　that

keeps　his　sense　welcomes　truthfulnessa　high　delicate　sense　of

honorabove　all　things　in　a　woman；　for　it　gives　him　a　sense　of

security　and　rest。　　By　truthfulness　I　do　not　mean　the　indiscreet

blurting　out　of　things　that　good　taste　would　leave　unsaid；　but

clear…eyed　integrity　that　hides　no　guile。　　Then；　again；　unless

a　man　is　blinded　by　passion　or　some　kind　of　infatuation　he　knows

that　the　chief　need　of　his　life　is　a　home　lighted　and　warmed　by　an

unwavering　love。　　With　these　his　happiness　and　success　are　secured；

as　far　as　they　can　be　in　this　world；　unless　he　is　a　brute　and　a

fool；　and　has　no　right　to　exist　at　all。　　But　I　am　growing　preachy。

Let　me　suggest　some　things　that　I　have　observed　in　this　artist。　　He

is　a　high…toned　pagan　and　worships　beauty；　but　with　this　outward

perfection　he　also　demands　spiritual　loveliness；　for　with　him　mind

and　honor　are　in　the　ascendant。　　He　admired　you　immensely　from　the

first；　and　since　your　character　has　been　growing　in　harmony　with

your　face　he　has　sought　your　society。　　So；　be　simple；　true；　and

modest；　and　you　will　win　him　if　the　thing　is　possible。　　You　will

never　win　him　by　being　anything　else；　and　you　might　lose　your　own

respect　and　his　too。〃



〃I'll　suffer　anything　rather　than　that；　father。　　I　think　you　had

better　not　invite　him　to…morrow　evening。〃



〃I'll　be　governed　by　what　I　see　to…morrow；〃　he　replied；　musingly。

〃Both　my　business　and　my　habit　of　mind　have　taught　me　to　observe

and　study　men's　motives　and　impulses　very　closely。　　You　could　order

a　suitable　dinner　after　leaving　the　studio；　could　you　not？〃



〃Yes；　father。〃



〃Well；　then；　my　Princess　Ida；　I'll　be　your　grand　vizier；　and　I'll

treat　with　this　foreign　power　with　such　a　fine　diplomacy　that　he

shall　appreciate　all　the　privileges　he　obtains。　　But　we　will　keep

our　self…respect　hereafter；　Ida；　and　then　we　can　look　the　world　in

the　face　and　ask　no　odds　of　it。〃



〃Yes；　father；　let　us　keep　that　at　all　events。　　And　yet　I'm　only　a

woman。〃



〃You　are　the　woman　that　has　made　me　happy；　and　I　think　there　is

another　man　who　will　want　to　be　made　happy　also。　　And　now　we　will

defer　all　other　questions　of　the　day；　for　I　must　go　out　for　a　time。

Do　not　think　I　undervalue　your　craving　for　information；　and　you

shall　have　it　as　fast　as　you　can　take　care　of　it。　　You　have　grown

pale　and　thin　this　summer；　but　I　do　not　expect　you　to　become　plump

and　rosy　again　in　a　day。〃



〃Oh；　I'm　rosy　too　often　as　it　is。　　Why　is　it　that　girls　must　blush

so　ridiculously　when　they　don't　want　to？　　That's　the　question　of

the　day　for　me。　　I　could　flirt　desperately　in　old　times；　and　yet

look　as　demure　and　cool　as　if　I　were　an　innocent。　　But　now；　oh！

I'm　fairly　enraged　with　myself　at　times。〃



〃They　say　blushes　are　love's　trail；〃　said　Mr。　Mayhew　with　a　laugh；

〃and　since　he　is　around　I　suppose　he　must　leave　his　tracks。　　If

you　wish　for　a　more　scientific　reason　let　me　add　that　physiology

teaches　us　that　the　blood　comes　from　the　heart。　　I　can　assure　you；

however；　that　there　are　but　few　gentlemen　who　admire　ladies　that

cannot　blush；　and　Mr。　Van　Berg　is　not　one　of　them。〃



Ida　spent　the　evening　at　her　piano　instead　of　over　the　encyclopaedia；

but　she　sighed　again　and　again。



〃Simple　and　true！　　I　fear　Jennie　Burton　and　Mr。　Eltinge　would　say

I　was　neither　if　they　knew　what　was　in　my　heart。　　But　I　can't　help

itI　can't　give　him　up　after　what　has　happened　since　I　came　to

the　city；　unless　I　must。〃



But　the　music　she　selected　was　simple　and　true。　　Tossing　her　brilliant

and　florid　pieces　impatiently　aside；　she　played　or　sang　only　that

which　was　plaintive；　low；　and　in　harmony　with　her　thoughts。　　It

also　seemed　to　have　a　peculiar　attractiveness　to　a　tall　gentleman

who　lingered　some　moments　beneath　the　windows；　and　even　took　one

or　two　steps　up　towards　the　door；　and　then　turned　and　strode　away

as　if　conscious　that　he　must　either　enter　or　depart　at　once。











Chapter　XLIX。　　The　Blind　God。









The　Miss　Mayhew　that　crossed　the　artist's　threshold　the　following

morning　might　have　been　taken　as　a　model　of　graceful　self…possession；

but　she　disguised　a　maiden　with　as　fluttering　a　heart　and　trembling

a　soul　as　ever　faced　one　of　the　supreme　moments　of　destiny。　　Her

father；　however；　proved　a　faithful　and　intelligent　ally；　and　his

manner　towards　Van　Berg　was　a　fine　blending　of　courtesy　and　dignity；

suggesting　a　man　as　capable　of　conferring　as　of　receiving　favors。

His　host　would　indeed　have　been　blind　and　stupid　if　he　had　tried

to　patronize　Mr。　Mayhew　that　morning。



Although　unconscious　of　the　fact；　Van　Berg　was　for　a　time　subjected

to　the　closest　scrutiny。　　Love　had　deep　if　not　dark　designs　against

him；　and　the　glances　he　bent　on　Ida　might　suggest　that　he　was　only

too　ready　to　become　a　victim。　　He　had　welcomed　to　his　study　two

conspirators　who　were　committed　to　their　plot　by　the　strongest　of

motives；　and　yet　they　were　such　novel　conspirators　that　a　word；　a

glance；　an　expression　even　of　〃ennui〃　or　indifference　would　have

so　touched　their　pride　that　they　would　have　abandoned　their　wiles

at　every　cost　to　themselves。　　Were　they　trying　to　ensnare　him？

Never　were　such　films　and　gossamer　threads　used　in　like　entanglement

before。　　He　could　have　brushed　them　all　away　by　one　cold　sweep

of　his　eyes；　and　the　maiden　who　had　not　scrupled　at　death　to　gain

merely　his　respect；　would　have　left　the　studio　with　a　colder　glance

than　his；　nor　would　her　womanly　strength　have　failed　her　until　she

reached　a　refuge　which　his　eye　could　not　penetrate；　but　thenGod

pity　her。　　The　tragedies　over　which　the　angels　weep　are　the　bloodless

wounds　of　the　spirit。



But　it　would　seem　that　the　atmosphere　of　Van　Berg's　studio　that

summer　morning　was　not　at　all　conducive　to　tragedy　of　any　kind；　nor

were　there　in　his　face　or　manner　any　indications　of　comedy；　which

to　poor　Ida　would　have　been　far　worse；　for　an　air　of　careless

〃bonhomie〃　on　his　part　when　she　was　so　desperately　in　earnest　would

have　made　his　smiles　and　jests　like　heartless　mockery。



And　yet；　in　spite　of　his　manner　the　previous　day；　the　poor　girl　had

come　to　the　studio　fearing　far　more　than　she　hoped；　and　burdened

also　with　a　troubled　conscience。　　She　was　almost　sure　she　was　not

doing　right；　and　yet　the　temptation　was　too　strong　to　be　resisted。

But　when　he　took　her　hand　in　greeting　that　morning；　and　said　with

a　smile　that　seemed　to　flash　out　from　the　depths　of　his　soul；

〃I　won't　hurt　you　any　more　if　I　can　help　it；〃　all　scruples；　all

hesitancy　vanished　for　a　time；　like　frostwork　in　the　sun。　　His

magnetism　was　irresistible；　and　she　felt　that　it　would　require

all　her　tact　and　resolution　to　keep　him　by　some　careless；　random

word　or　act；　from　brushing　aside　the　veil　behind　which　shrank　her

trembling；　and　as　yet；　unsought　love。



But　Van　Berg　was　even　a　rarer　study　than　the　maiden；　and　his　manner

towards　both　Ida　and　her　father　might　well　lead　one　to　think　that

he　was　inclined　to　become　the　chief　conspirator　in　the　design

against　himself。　　He　had　scarcely　been　conscious　of　time　or　place

since　parting　the　previous　day　with　the　friend　he　was　so　bent

on　securing；　and　when　at　last　he　slept　in　the　small　hours　of　the

morning　he　dreamt　that　he　had　been　caught　by　a　mighty　tidal　wave

that　was　bearing　him　swiftly　towards　heaven　on　its　silver　crest。

When　he　awoke；　the　wave；　so　far　from　being　a　bubble；　seemed　a

grand　spiritual　reality；　and　he　felt　as　if　he　had　already　reached

a　seventh　heaven　of　vague；　undefined　exhilaration。　　Never　before

had　life　appeared　so　rich　a　possession　and　so　full　of　glorious

possibilities。　　Never　in　the　past　had　he　felt　his　profession　to

be　so　noble　and　worthy　of　his　devotion；　and　never　had　the　fame　he

hoped　to　grasp　by　means　of　it　seemed　so　near。　　Beauty　became　to　him

so　infinitely　beautiful　and　divine　that　he　felt　he　could　worship

it　were　it　only　embodied；　and　then　with　a　strange　and　exquisite

thrill　of　exultation　he　exclaimed：　　〃Right　or　wrong；　to　my　eye　it

is　embodied　in　Ida　Mayhew；　and　she　will　fill　my　studio　with　light

again　to…day　and　many　days　to　come。　　If　ever　an　artist　was　fortunate

in　securing　as　a　friend；　as　an　inspiration；　a　perfect　and　budding

flower　of　personal　and　spiritual　loveliness；　I　am　that　happy　man。〃



The　Van　Berg　of　other　days　would　have　called　the　Van　Berg　that

waited　impatiently　for　his　guests　that　morning　a　rhapsodical　fool；

and　the　greater　part　of　the　world　would　offer　no　dissent。　　The

world　is　very　prone　to　call　every　man　who　is　possessed　by　a　little

earnestness　or　enthusiasm　a　fool；　but　it　is　usually　an　open　question

which　is　the　more　foolishthe　world　or　the　man；　and　perhaps　we　shall

all　learn　some　day　that　there　was　more　of　sanity　in　our　rh