"Aren't you going to paint me to-day?"

"Er—no, not to-day."

"Do you not love me any more, Karl?"

The newspaper rattled with the artist's impatience and irritation, but he did not answer. Mimi 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 landscapes."

MIMI: "YOU DO NOT LOVE ME; YOU HAVE CEASED TO CARE FOR ME."—Page 16.

By Permission of Henry W. Savage.

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