The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-07-09
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PUT YOURSELF IN HIS PLACE.
BY CHARLES READE,
Author Of "F'bul Play" "Gri11th GGwnt." etc.

| the first day: but, as the work grew or
him, 1t went slower and slower; for his
ambitious love drove him to attemp
| beauties of execution that were withou
precedent in this kind OF Woodworking
and, on the other hand, the tastidious.
ness Of true craftsman made him cor.
rect his attempt again and again. As
to those mechanical parts, which he in
| trusted at tirst to his pupil, she fell sc
far short of his ideal even in these, thai
he told her bluntly she must strike
work for the present. he could not have
this spoiled.
Grace thought 1t hard she might moi
be allowed to spoil her own image
| however, she submitted, and henceforth
her lesson was confined to looking on
And she did look on with interest, and,
at last, with profound admiration.
Hitherto she had thought, with many
other persons, that, If a mans hand
was the stronger, a woman's was the
| neater; but now she saw the same hand,
which had begun by hewing away the
| course outlines OF the model, bestow
touches Of the chisel SO unerring and
effective, yet SO exquisitely delicate.
| that she said to herself NO woman's
hand could be so firm, yet so feather
like, as all this
And the result was as admirable as
the process. The very texture of the
ivory forehead began to come under
those master-touches, executed with
perfect and various Instruments: and,
for the first time perhaps in the history
of this art, bloom, more delicate far
| than that of plum, crept over the
dimpled cheek. But, indeed, when
love and skill work together, expect q
masterpiece.
Henry worked on it four afternoons,
the happiest he had ever known. There
was the natural pleasure OF creating,
nd hn at oil iuh Of
reproducing features so belOved; and to
these Joys were added the pleasure of
larger conversation. The model gave
Grace many opportunities OF making
remarks, or asking questions, and
Henry contrived to say so many things
in answer to one. Sculptor and sitter
made acquaintance with each others
minds over the growing bust.
And then young ladies and gentle.
men dropped in, and gazed, and said
such wonderfully silly things, and
thereby left their characters behind
them as fruitful themes for converse
ton. Inshort, topics were never want
Ing now.
AS for Jael, she worked. and beamed,
and pondered every word her idol ut
tered, but seldom Ventured to say any
thing, till he was gone, and then she
prattled fast enough about him.
The work drew near completion. The
silken threads boldly and accurately
shown, yet not so as to cord the mass,
and unsatfn it quite. The silk dress;
the lace collar; the blooming cheek.
with its every dimple and incident; all
these were completed, and one eyebrow,
master piece in itself. The carved
eyebrow was a revelation, and made
everybody who saw it wonder at the
conventional substitutes they had
hitherto put up with in statuary of all
sorts, when the eyebrow itself was so
beautiful, and might, 1t seems, have
been initiated, instead of ltbelled, all
these centuries.
But beautiful works, and pleasant
habits, seem particularly liable to in
terruption. Just when the one eyebrow
was finished, and when Jael Dence had
come to look on Saturday and Monday
as the only real days in the week, and
when even Grace Garden was brighter
on those days, and gliding Into a gentle
complacent custom, suddenly Satur-
day came and went, but Little did not
appear.
Jael was restless.
Grace was disappointed, but content
ed to wait until Monday.
Monday came and went, but no
Henry Little.
Jael began to fret and sigh; and after
two more blank weeks, she could bear
the mystery no longer IF you please,
Miss said she, shall l go to that place
where he works?'
where who works2' inquired Grace.
ratbe disingenuously.
why, 1'the dark young man, Miss
blushing deeply.
Grace reflected, and curiosity strug-
gled with discretion; but discretion got
the better, being aided by selt-respect.
NO, Jael,' said she, 'he is charming,
when he is here; but, when he gets
away, he is not always SO civil as he
might be. L had to go twice after him.
l shall not go nor send third time. 1t
really is too bad of him.
Dear heart pleaded Jael, 'mRyhap
he is not WE'LL
Then he ought to write and say so.
No, no; he is a radical, and full OF con-
ceil: and he has done this one eyebrow,
and then gone off laughing and saying,
Now let US see If the gentry can do the
soon, IN do the other eyebrow myself
'Mayhap he will never come again.
sighed Jael.
cunningly, 'he is as foud OF coming
here, as we are of having him. Not
that Pm at all surprised: for the fact is
youa very pretty, extremely pretty
abominably pretty
L might pass in Cairnhope town.
said JaeI, modestly, but not here. The
moon goes for nought when the sun is
there. He don't come here for me-
This sudden elegance of language,
and Jael's tone OF digni6eu desponden-
cy, silenced Grace, somehow, and made
her thoughtful. She avoided the sub
ject for several days. Indeed. when
Saturday came, not word was said
about the defaulter; 1t was only by her
sending for Jael to sit with her, and by
certain looks, and occasional restless
ness, she betrayed the slightest curios-
ity or expectation,
Jael sat and sewed, and often looked
quickly up at the window, as some foot
step passed, and then looked down
again and sighed.
Young Little never came. He seemed
to have disappeared from both their
lives; quietly disappeared.
Next day, Sunday, Jael came to Miss
Garden, after morning church, and
said, meekly, '1fyou please, Miss, may
go homer
TOh, certainly said Grace a little
haughtily. What for7'
Jael hung her head and said she was
not used to be long away. Then she
lifted her head, and her great candid
eyes, and spoke more frankly. Il feel
to be drawed home. Something have
been at me all the night 10 that degree
as couldn't close my eyes. I could
almost feel 1t, like child's hand, a-pull.
ing me East. I'm ateard fathers i'll, or
may be the calves are bleating for me,
that Is better acQaint with them than
sister Patty is. And HillsborouRh air
don't seem to gree with me now not
altogether as it did at first. If you
please, Miss, to let me go; and then Pll
come back when I'm better company
than be now. Oh, dear! Oh, dearl'
why. Jael, my poor girl, what Is the
matterPI