Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1846-01-07

peruke of the god. A storm of wrath came down on
RbaIta, who bushng and alarmed, in vain endeavor-
edto produce the feathery touch of faxen curIs on
the desecrated head.
On the evening Of that day Isabel sat in her bal
cony. The Guadaquiver lay in brightness before her
enyened by gondolas darting here and there in the
glow of the declining sun, he shot up rays of light
and beautyin that golden ciine The perfume of the
orange mulberry was waited on the breeze, while the
branches of the palm and fell on the air like
graceful hand upon the harp strings. Richly attred
ladies' and pumed cavaliers released from the heat OF
midday issued forth to enjoy walk on the Alamo
da, nhaling the odor and reveng in the beauty and
| nature. Amid its wildness and uniXedness youth
loves to moraze, and the tongue which has uttered
words of levy, and the eye which has seemingly fol-
lowed only the butterflies of existence, will be
ted by high and serious thoughts, as dancing
and swelling in the sunbeam pause around rock
heindweng spirit of God looks through its veil in
almost every period of life, and asks lofty questions
of truth and eternity Isabel stopped in the midst of
careless tune, her fingers still between the leaves
of ballad of the times to look abroad nature
| the landscape closed in mellow darkness and re-
ligious peace dwelt around her heart while prayer
to the virgin rose upon her lips Rbalta came, and
the lofty look of religious trust changed to the
bright glow of welcome. They sat together in the
dim beauty of twilight, and with hearts open to the
poetry of mind and nature poured out the softes SYM
pathies; they the evening star arise, the moon
looked out her slvery way the breeze bore along
the breath of flowers, and they gave their grateful
tribute by loading its wings with happy songs.
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and tears accompany me again to my pillow, when
one word can strew it with dreams of bliss"
II cannot give that word without my fathers will,
said Isabel. 81 have nursed even his infirmities of
mind until they seem sacred to me. Gain his consent
as you have mine,'' and the noble girl sealed the
frank promise by laying her hand within her low
er's.
..Your father never will consent, said Ribata.-
Gle hates me- and gives all his to Pietro with his
prate of technicaltes and rules of arand his straight
lines as if the world was made of angles
"Nay," said Isabel, half laughing, 81 never heard
confess that Piecto represented cupid with dark hair
How can you expect to be approved in such wilful-
ness You commit high treason against me when
you disfgure Love-"
Thus sped the evening, and the morning brought
Rabata to the studio his heart full, and the
entrance of the artist he threw down his pallet pour
ed out deep and earnest vows of honorable love and
besought the hand of Isabel. The old man with half
refual half comca air,ponted to the cupid with his
nondescrpt curls and shook his head. Ribaa blush
ed, apologzed pleaded his love, and the old man babe
him hope. SO few days passed, and hope did her
kindly work. and lent patience to the lovers soul and
thp Of
his beloved.
AT length there came morning an Engllshman
to the studio of his MASTER He was attred in deep
mourning suit, and there depth of grief on his
countenance painful to the beholder. He passed list
essly around the apartment, scarcely attracted by "a
nv of the designs until his eyes fell the picture
of Isabel He started-a brightness passed over his
eye like stars in the rack OF cloud, awe, as if an
gel garments had foated by, and he exclaimed, 'My
child my Enely.' Ribata heard the words, and
looked up from the easel. He observed the stranger
approach and address the artist In earnest tones, who
shook his head as ii in denial the strangers
then became more earnest, and his gesticuatons be-
trayed strong excitement, while he pressed heavy
purse ON the old man. who refused as though 1t were
dross compared with the jewel he sought and let it
fall on the floor UNDECIDED. Then followed lower /
tone choking utteranceas ifthe heart struggling
to be heard and the strangers handkerchief was pass
ed across his eye, while Ribalta with instructive del
icacv lowered his to his easel. But new movement
induced him to look again. Two servants in livery
entered, and the artist directed them to the
picture of Isabel They started as they saw its youth
full beauty the elder of the two shared his force for
moment with air ofreVerence; the younger clasp
ing his hands together exclaimed, '!Mlss Emily !"
while the stranger his enthusiasm subdued, stood
with folded watching their movements, while
tenderly relic, they bore the picture away. They
were cone the artist followed and Ribalta was alone.
1t was SO suddcn-so dreamlike He looked round
the apartment and it seemed deserted. A mysteri-
GUS sadness possessed him, presentment that thus
might Isabel be torn away; he strobe the floor, and
as his foot struck the forgotten purse he spurned
like viper.
On this memorable morning the artist had entrus-
ted to his pupil for touches, head on st. John
on which he had bestowed much thought and care.
On returning to the apartment and examining the
progress of the work what was his dsnay to find the
bland and beautiful expression converted to that of
a demon, and his labor gone forever! With an ir-
ritabty naturally increased by the scene that had
likeness Of his child to comfort beroayed parent, he
no sooner saw the wreck of his picture, than he pour
ell forth STERN of INDIGNATION on the youth, babe