The Winchester home journal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1857-1858, 1857-06-27
illness IN her counienance. The Prince
Interpreted his glance, and replied to

illness IN her counienance. The Prince
|, Interpreted his glance, and replied to
3 it
l my daughter has been paralyzsd in
all her limbs" he said, "ior the last
two months, 1t is n sad thing, She
! had all the medical aid in Florence
but without avail"
; The sculptor looked again at the
: invalid Nothing more beautiful in
face or form could have been dream
ed Of by Phidias. A face like Cerci's
before it was clouded by the memory
Of crime, masses Of rich, lustrous au.
burn hair framing clear pale face,
with deep blue eyes swimming be.
ncath fringe of the si!kiest black
lashes. Through her delicate muslin
robe tho contour of dvincly mould.
ed form was indicated, and when the
young Signorina cast upon the sculp.
tor rapid glance, soft rs starlight.
Ipicrcing as electric fire, he felt his
heart leap with n mysterious presage
Of some indefnable catastrophe.
She sat, The sculptor worked at his
model like one inspired, and a pang
struck his heart us the hour for her
retiring came. The Prince and his
lackeys bore her again down stairs in
their arms. The carriage door closed
on her, the horses swept through the
gate. The sculptor did no more work
that day.
Tomorrow she was TO come again.
He lay awake all night dreaming of
her. Then he would shuIder and say
to himself
at is not love, but pity, that | feel.
She is paralytic."
The next day the same scene was
enacted. with this difference, that the
Prince having seen his daughter scat
cd by the artist, excused himself on
the plea of business engagement,
saying that he would return in time to
conduct his daughter home. Poor
girl, although the uIptor was mod.
cl Of manly beauty, her deplorable con-
dition was, in her fathers opinion,
safeguard against any dangers which
he might otherwise have anticipated.
He left the room and drove away in
his carriage. A silence 'ensucd. The
sculptor dared not look at his model
but worked away on his clay image
without raising his eyes. Still Il 81.
Iencc. Then it seemed as if slight
ruhle had filled the room. A small
white hand stole across his mouth. and |
a burning kiss was printed on his fore
head. With almost shrek he leap.
ed to his feet, and there, with bushes
crimsoning her pale cheeks and ala.
bastcr neck, knelt the paralytic girl,
with her eyes imploring pardon.
Il saw you a long time ago" she
said, (an Italian woman, when she
loves, knows no half mcasure,) "and |
loved you. Ny father was very strict
with me. could not move without
being watched. 1t was impossible for
me to meet you or see you. Ifeigned
paralysis. For two months | have
scarcely moved. In his pity for my
condition my father relaxed his sur.
velance Of my motions. He gratifed
every wish, and, as an invalid, excl
ted no suspicion by desiring to become
your sitter. | have said that love
you. If you do not return my love, l
can only die"
What answer made the American
We need not inquire; only, when The
Prince di B. returned he found moth.
lng in the studio but a clay model of
his paralytic daughter. The original
was nowhere to be found. A few DAYS
in a small town of France,
the Florentinc princess sunk her no.
bility in the name of an American
sculptor.
The BEDBuGs. man named Aaron
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