Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1871-06-08

Yet you would have judged her wrongly
had you based an opinion upon the super
fetal triyialities which she turned outside
She never made any pretense of goodness
she rather took pains to show her worst
side, to appear much worse than she really
was. She had naturally light side to her
character, and she emphasized her levlty
in all that she showed of herself to others
Nor was she, at times, wholly free from
passing thrills of temptation; but, ike the
needle of the compass, which, though IL
vibrates TREMENDOUSLY, yet ultimately points
always rightly, she gravltated back lnfalll-
bly, to good. A creature by no means too
bright or good for human natures daily
food. there was in her that mystic sense
of right" which SO stirred the enthusiasm
of the German philosopher. Exposed to
so much danger, sustained by 50 little
help against evil, some unseen power
kept this girl always really pure and good.
She had, no doubt, a tendreSse for Frank
Ormond, but then her shrewd, practical
sense showed her that there was, rs she
termed it, mo usen in indulging such
feeling; and, taught by the hard lessons
of her life, she had learned to repress, to
restrain, and to torego.
One morning, when Frank was just fin
ishing his well-known picture of the exc
cution of Lady Jane Grey, in which Polly,
of course, sat for the victim Queen. the
young lady, at the conclusion OF the sit
ting, said very quietly;
''Iou won't want me any more, Mr.. Or
mond. You've finished that picture, head
and all. now. I'm glad of it, because
shouldn't be able to come to you again"
Not come again, Polly-why not ? l
suppose you are very full OF engagements
Just now; but you mustn't throw me over
i shall want you next for my Dorothea."
I'm very sorry, Mr.. Ormond. but
shan't ever be able to come again
Mot be able to come again-what the
deuce do you mean, Polly" asked Frank,
rather pettishly, as he ''relieved'' the
headsman with q def touch. Il suppose
you're getting too rich Pho, it can't be
that. You must come. There's no model
at all like you for some of my work. All.
see! You've been speoning with some
fellow, or in trouble, eh, Miss Poll ?"
NO" replied the young lady with de-
mure dignity, "no trouble. thank you, Mr..
Frank. The fact isl can't come, because
because I'm going TO be married."
"Maried-whew cried the painter,
facing round from the easel, and taking
his pipe out Of his mouth Married Pol
ly! I never heard about that-who is it
What sort of fellow? A good one,
hope, for your sake"
meyer mind, Mr.. Frank responded
Miss Polly, eomposedly. Perhaps you'll
know some day, but not now. Thank you
for all your kindness, Mr.. Ormond. You
have always been very kind to me, and |
Pike you very much. Yes; I'm doing
very well, thank you. He is a good fell
low--I like him, and meal that we shall
be very happy. But when | am married
| can't ever sit any more, if you please"
Frank Ormond growled discontentedly
He did not like losing his model, and he
felt vague Jealousy of the unknown.
There was sheer in his tone as he said:
II suppose, Polly, you have caught some
old fool, who is taken with pretty face,
and your union will be about as incongru-
Gus as woodbine twining round wood
en- Leg
"Think what you like, Mr. Ormond, -
said little Polly, calmly. Il know what
you think but never mind that. shall
tell you just nothing about it. | only came
to-day Polly was tying on her bonneD
because knew you wanted me to finish
your Lady Jane Grey. That's done now,
and must say goodbye. I'm very CRATE
full to you Frank | am, indeed for all your
kindness. I'm sorry to have to give up
coming to the studio-k liked the life-but
it's all over now. Thank you--siX shill-
ings; yes; that's right. ID My career as a
model is ended. Once more-good-bye,
Mr.. Frank! !"
She shook hands cheerily, and then shut
the studio door for the last time.
The strange thing was, that the little
witch really had made good marriage
She had won the affections of a good man
of position and property. The reticent
little monkey never, / believe, told any
one about her courtship, or the progress
of it; but once, some time after, she be-
trayed herself 50 far as smilingly to tell
Frank, when she met him in society, that
the whole thing began ''in the Park, in
that dear old Park ron the old bench--you
know" and this was the alpha and omega
of her confession. Many studios We're for
time coroeed by curiosity but,time had
to wear this feeling away without other
artificial solacement. Some painters eX-
pressed anger at losing their little model
others expressed perplexity at her rise in
life; but no one could drop hint against
her fair tame, and, as she had been gen.
orally liked, many good wishes accom-
panied her change of position.
Like that Matte, sometimes ''neaI
cousin O. the Laird OF Limmeriied's." anC
who, when elevated to the position of Mrs
Bale Nicol Jarvie, "behaved excellent,
in her exultation," little Polly made
model wife. She had all a woman's plia
bility, adaptability, and tact; and she sool
picked up the style and manners necessa
ry to her new position. She was natural
ly grateful, and she had little touch o
woman's pride; pride for herself, an'
pride for her husband. She wished t,
make her husband happy, and was deter
mined that he should not have to blush TO
his choice. She set to work, too, to edu
cate herself in her way. Having stron!
motive to impel her, and a great natura
quickness, she soon succeeded in acquir
ing a respectable veneer Of culture an,
Frank Ormond, who meets her from tim'
TO time. told me that she had developed
and imprevedin ansaltogether surprising
manner. believe that she succeeded
without apparent effort, in inducing from
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