The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1853-02-09

Halo, young people |" he cried, jovi-
|ally, "taking walk, hey2 Where are
you off to and what does my pretty
Aurelia carry in that confoundedly bulky
basket there2"
oh, papa |" cried Aurelia, whose
self.possession was upset by the sudden
rencontre, and the dear burst into pas
sionate food of tears tears of disap.
pointmcnt and vexation, I conscientious
| ly believe.
@Hallo what's this, what's this, young
gentleman p' said old Garford sternly,
smelling rat for the first time.
"Why, sir" said l, perhaps stupidly,
impelled by an irresistible impulse, " if
you had not met us so unluckily, we
should have run away and got married "
Hum !" said old Garford, looking at
me fxedly lis there any particular
reason for your getting married in such
hurry ?"
"Yes, SIR" said l.
"And pray what is it ?" said old Gar
ford.
ave love one another p said l, look.
ing him boldly in the face.
oh, is that all Very well. You
need not run away l have rot the least
objection to your being married"
"Oh. sir"
Stop a moment. l have great OBJ.
lection to your marrying without any
thing to live on. Much as 1 was at
tached to Mrs. Garford, sir, I should
never have dreamed of marrying her un.
less we had had between us sufficient to
support respectable establishment
sir"
"But, sir"
"But, sir" resumed Mr.. Garford, who
evidently took pleasure in playing his
part Of heavy father in the drama
but, sir, you perhaps imagine that
can give my daughter fortune. You
anticipate"
"Not at all, sir" I interrupted, eager
to disclaim all interested motives. I" l
know very well that you cannot give
your daughter anything,
"Indced, sir indeed ! And pray
how do you know that l cannot give my
daughter a fortune2 Are you aware
sir, that the business am engaged in is
one by which some of the largest for
tunes in this city have been realized
sir ?"
To use somewhat worn-out express
sive phrase, had hit my intended faith
er-in-law in the raw" and all atte mpts
to conciliate proved fruitlcss. Nor did
a hint from Aurcla. that "papa knew
very we'll he had not made the rent OF
his Office for the last two years." at all
mend matters.
Finally, MIR. Garford positively for
bade my farther visits or correspondence
with his daughter, until l could show
him that | was worth five thousand dol
lars clear, and making an income of at
least two thousand year.
Thus We parted. made several at.
tempts to see Aurclia, but failed In
the end | resolved to set to work to
make the required sum and income with
the least possible delay.
Luckily, l made friends with very
clever painter, who undertook to put me
in the right way. 1 had to begin again
The fact was, had a tolerablc dexteri
ty in the blending of colors, but I drew
like Chinese, or Yankee as | was.
My master was Frenchman he had
studied at Paris under Delaroche. He
opened my eyes-I was quick. In O
few months could produce a portrait
at any rate tolerably correc. in outline
and perspective This at once raised
me above the majority of my rivals, and
soon procured considerable custom.
had just the first stone of my for
tune in the shape of hundred dollars
deposited in bank, when an overwhelm
ing catastrophe destroyed the whole ed
ifce of my hopes
received letter announcing tn,
death Of Aurelia from her father. She
had been dead three weeks when the
news reached me. My friend, the paint
cr was present. He saw me turn pale
and cover my face with my hands.
"What is it ?" he asked, kindly
She is dead !" | replied, in shaker
voice.
He knew my history, and needed NJ
further explanation.
l threw myself on a sofa and wep
convulsively. When l had exhausted
the first violence of my grief, my frienc
approached me, and in a tone Of grave
sympathy asked me of what 1 was think
ing.
"Of death !" | replied.
"Of suicide ?" said he
/ mado no answer
ado you possess her portrait ," sale
he.
Yes, daub of my own, but whicl
reminds me, at least of the original.
have also a daguerrcotype- daguer
reotypcs have always a oold, ghastl,
look"
You should paint her."
Paint her p
ayes, paint her as an angel of heaven
realize your memory of her beauty oil
the canvas. Leave monument of you
love and talent behind you. Then di,
if you please"
The artists suggestion pleased me-
No youth of eighteen is in a violent hur
ry TO die, even for love. l resolved t.
adopt my friends idea, and a gloom,
sort of ambition seized me, to make thi
work a work of art worthy Of its model
Nay, l even dreamed of posthumou
fame of going down the stream of A
merican art history as the man VIII
painted real angel, aud then pursue
its nrototvne into the world of anoal,