The Empire County argus., 1854-03-04

covery namely, qcho is the gentleman that is her
escort! lie could not imagine an answer: but he
was sure he was a married man, because he araS
looking vacantly away, and was not devoted to his
charge. She had, indeed taken his arm, but she
did not lean upon it.. Not once during the time,
which, doubtless, seemed to him far longer than it
really was, during which he looked upon them, up
through the avenue, did she bend to him. to hear
anything spoken in peculiarly low voice, and he
was satisfied that he should think of him no more.
He looked up to the gas lights as he passed along,
and close observer might have supposed him some
| play-actor rehearsing his part on his way to the
theatre for half aloud he apostropEized the lamps,
and praised their beauty and their brightness spe-
cay that one whose friendly glare shone full upon
his face and hers as they passed They were his
stars, but as to their being 'the poetry of heaven,
that must be transferred to the radiant lovelness Of
one face
Bertford now began to cool little. The fever
was ovcr and he reganed the faculties of rational
man, and began to count over the certaintics he
possessed. First then, it Uds her; that settled the
supposition that she was dead. She recognized
him, and she was, he thought pleased with the rec
ogntion. They were both in the same city but
how long would she remain? and who and what
was BroWn?
The directory settled the last question "Artist
that's it !" said Bertford with hushed exultaton,
the plan for the future flushed instantly on his
mind.
| The morrow had come. Bertford was at the door
where the silver plate still shown Broacn, and the
servant answered the bell
This is MIR. Browns hour for vsitors-is it not?'
sit is, was the reply that sent Bertford in, guild
ed by the servant, to the artists room
A glance round the wall showed him fine array
of portraits; fresh from the easel and Others
choice specimens from various hands.
He was fortunate, he thought, in finding no one
present but the artist. and with him he entered into
conversation showing his fine taste and exquisite
appreciation of art But behind that aspect of ease
and sefpossession there was not little of unrest
ior how could he make inquiry, as he desired with
out exciting suspicion! He resolved on having his
portrait painted and this favored the artists skill in
the right manner, so that MIR. Brown became more
free with him. and turned to his sight several unfn-
lshed pictures. One of these was especially inter-
esting. Bertford told MIR. Brown he thought the
style of that picture superior.
"And YETI replied the artist, ''that is the most
hurried of ALL"
"Why hurry any ?" said Bertford as though he
meant but a check on the artists haste-the haste
which, to him, was proclamation to art.
81 am forced to it, as ship is now detained to
take it to West Indies"
"And is the lovely original to go!" asked Bert
ford, utterlng what he meant only as thought
but instantly added: | should think she would be
missed greatly in the circles here"
''Only the portrait goes. 1t is simply for an uncle
with whom she resided when quite young but she
is not, as you suppose resident of this city. Her
home is III New liaven."
Bertford turned to another picture in another
part OF the room, and to his surprise he recog-
nizcd the face of the gentleman who was escorting
the lady OF New Haven; for the portrait destined
for the West Indies was the picture of the lady
with whom he had exchanged look of recogni-
ton.
as that portrait of Dr. Orsman2n
NO sir" answered Mr. Brown; it Is the por-
trait OF Mr.. Jones' the agent of MIR. Perkins, who
takes the other picture to the West Indiesn
Just then "hlr. Joncsn entered the room. md the
artist by look told the relation of the new conner
to the portrait they were examining, and Bertford
answered, Capital, capital !" as he looked to the
gentleman and then back again to tho portrait
Mr.. Jones was pleased and thought if a stranger
recognized the likeness his friends could not but be
pleased with it,
"From the West Indies believe" said Bertford
to MIR. Jones, at venture.
YES sir, and in hurry to get back again." re-
piled Mr.. Jones.
This led to pleasant conversation on the eli
mate and crops, the people and the peculiarites of
life in the islands till Bertord found all he wanted
to find-not about the West Indies, but about the
portrait of ''the lady from New Haven" Remarks
which were exchanged by MIR. Jones and the artist
gave him hints enough to enable him to conclude,
that two days more would intervene before the lady
would leave the city and what was better he
learned that her hotel was at the "United States
as her name came out in direction to send there
for some article of neck dress so that Bertford
read Miss Emily Cushman, United States"
Pleading pressing engagements for the rest of the
day, Bertford induced the artist to take then the
first sitting which he did.
Bertford's face and head was fine model for q
painter, and the first sitting ended in leaving on the
canvass speaking outline.
Two hours afterwards Miss Cushman's hour had
arrived and she was entering the room with COM
mendable punctualty. She had not been long there
before she noticed the outline, and would have
been relieved if she could have uttered q little
scream or cry, but as she could not her handker-
chief futtered, and was modestly used to check the
rising cough.
you've taken little cold Miss Cushman," said
Mr.. Brown.
Every slight" was the reply; and then she care
lessly, apparently, remarked ''You have had a
new sitter since yesterday glancing at the fresh
outline.
.Yes MIR. Bertford, of New York." said the
artist.
quite a compliment to you-this preference of a
Philadelphia to a New York artist by New York
err said Miss Cushman, smllngly
81 thought so" said Mr. Brown and then the
conversation became quite animated concerning the
relative merits of different artists the rivaries of
cities, and the variety of tastes
During TINS conversation, the thoughts Of Emily
ran one way, while her lips talked another. That
Bertford had discovered what she was in the c.y
for she could not doubt because she noticed that
when the artist had lifted her portrait from the