St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1865-05-25

was familiar to her-indeed she had
herself suggested it. Camille was sup
posed to be addressing Leontes in the
lines: .'' - .'s@*!
my lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on:
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
30 many summers dry scarce any Joy
Did ever 20 long live; no sorrov,
But killed itself much sooner"
She kindly praised the attitude Of Her.
mione, the dresses and accessories of
the picture, which had studied with
some care. At last her eye rested on
the figure Of Leontes. She looked at
it long and earnestly. la .-..:a"'.:
81 want you to be interested in that
head" I said at length, in joke. !,
i "Why ?" said she quickly, and grow
ing, as 1 thought, rather pale as she
spoke. "Was i: studied from nature !?
1 see you have only just finished it !:
the-the paint is hardly dry, and
would You mind opening the window !?
the smell Of the oil is little too
strong for me-" .:., ri. :.,>..
My studio window was one Of those
numbering contrivances which swing on
a pivot. I went behind the chair to
comply with request, and while en-
gagged in arranging prop to keep the
sash-trame in its place, I began to tell
her briefly the story of my models life.
I was interrupted by loud cry of pain
and turned round to find Mrs. Wyll-
ford falling from her chair. I rushed
to her assistance, aud found that she
had already tainted. There was water
in the adjoining room, and l hastened
to fetch it. AS I hurried back 1 was
met by George, who had just come to
keep his appointment, and to whom [
hastily explained what hsd happened.
Between Us we lifted the poor lady up,
and laid her on the sofa. In doing
this, her head had fallen on my arm,
and it was not until I raised it, that we
saw how deadly pale she was. I pour
ed some water between her lips, and
begged George to get some doctors
help without delay. But he stood like
QUO trans6xed, mutteriug incoherent-
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."For goodness sake,'' 1 said, "make
haste-no time is to be lost! What
is the matter ?' ~~~
IL think I am going mad" said he
as he fell upon his knees beside the
couch. "Raise her head little more
this way, boy, this 'eay," he Shrek
ed, in pitiable accents. "Heavens
how like she is to-Mary-Mary.-O
God! 1t Is my 'o:fe her.el!"
1t was indeed the wife that he had
lett many years ago-who had survived
his cruel desertion-struggled with
poverty aud many trials-maintained
herself heroically by her own exertions
and was now, thank God in a position
to save HIM from the misery which his
folly and sel6shness had occasioued.
She had recognized his portrait while
I was telling her George Wyllford's
story, little thinking how closely it was
interwoven with her own; and it vas
the sudden shock which occasioned her
swoon I have little mole TO add in
explanation. Within twelve months
from the date of this event, l married
Mary Wyllford. Her father is 40 a.
tered man. His wife's, fortune was an
ample one, but he never spent . penny
OF it without her consent. Ny picture
was accepted At the Royal Academy
Exhibition, and, wonderful to relate,
was we'll hung. Since then I have
painted from hundreds of men, women,
and children ; but l can safely say that
never heard from any Of my sitters,
any narrative which has interested me
so much as the Models Story. Il
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