The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1871-02-02

th(t0 her daily wors Eleanor sKroteIi
rcll nSllong letter, and then tosseitppia littl'
da]lragmentsai blat s,Sg s9:;b ssli Ilr 49ii
y cannot,n',, she murmuresl VI = 70 hel hel
/, Isclf, With q strange contraction Of be
ttyIforshead, mo, not if 4. die first
fMPridet Pride! Lucifers son Of tn
M .tl1almorping, foil through overmuch pride
Hayet I cannot root il out of my soul"
VI VI Ard Fifne, brushing UP the cinder
huon the hearth, when Eleanor wa
y y asleep, At ten o'clock at night drew
sbIopta torn envelope superscribed "Ga
fyIbriel Bannerman." ,lr-.a
= !, s"Iabriel Zimmerman = repeated she
|"Where have heard that name? Oh
i remember now; he is the rich gen.
!!rfSatleman on the Fifth Avenue who owns
ca|the picture gallery. Eleanor has heard
M how liberal he is. and she has written
uHto him to purchase her sea-riece, only
pWIshe has lost courage and torn the letter
alup, Poor Eleanor! But will be
SSeebraver." '''" ''''
co Fifino Dujardin's plump cheek was a
- shade or two paler than usual as she
!. asccnded the broad fight of steps
to the Fifth Avenue mansion,
N 80 =. = :, ~
\ land pulled the silyer-plated bell-knob.
II "Can see Mr.. Bannerman ?"
u ID ~ suppose SO. Walk in" q" .''
VI Tho servant left her sitting on the
ontall Gothic backed hall chair, and pres
i%,I,ently returned. 60. ... ..
u "Mr. Bannerman will trouble the lady
sSato walk into his library"
y Fifne's little heart grewless and less
within her as she entered the half
4 darkened, gorgeous room. MIR. Ban
herman rose with a courteous bow, at
the same time moving forward chair.
n "Can ! do anything to assist you p
eyes. sir" said Fifne, lifting up her
timid: yet wistfully appealing eyes.
ave euld-would you be SO very kind
as to buy a picture ," she asked, clasp
ing her hands nervously. " ''+.'
"Is it by celebrated artist p ."
"No; but it is very, very pretty,
and" pursued Fitine, eagerly, II know
!; it must be good, for it almost seems as
ifyou could smell tho salt air and feel
the breeze from the sea as you stand
looking at it, Oh, sir, you are rich,
and my friend is very poor, and if J on
will buy herpicture you would do very
much good!" went on Fifine, growing
more French every moment in her ve-
hemence. 7te.a --. .mi ...ll,.
"But how can I tell without seeing
the picture9" interposed Mr. Banner
man good humoredly, 5a a.aas. 81.
| cit is at the house where ] lodge,
My friend Eleanor is the artist, and
she has so much of poverty, of sick
ness, of misfortune, to discourage her
Oh, sir, your patronage will be a
glimpse ,of sunshine to her; and the
picture is Of reality so good"
Mr.. Bannerman rang the bell.
"My carriage" he said briefly, for
Fiines innocent ardor had somewhat
infected him also. "Be seated, young
lady. / v,ll at least look at the pic
ture." 4i r.t ii .1Tap
"Ah, then, the pictnre is as good as
disposed Of, for II you look you will
purchase" eC3|
Half an hour later the Bannerman
barouche rolled up to the shabby look
ing little brick house, and Fiine Autter-
ed up the stairs into her room, where
the .sea-piece, mounted on the easel,
was golden in the last rays of the set
ting sun.
"There is merit about it," said Mr..
Bannerman, looking scrutinizingly at
the poor little bit of canvas; "but it is
crude and unfinished, and" ~
"Ohp interrupted Fifine breathless-
lly, Eleanor Wybrook could finish it
at ONCE FHto n 'p4HnT i
Sic stopped: 1Mr. Bannerman had
turned abruptly on her. 'a -as( p
"Wbom did you sayand .ia"f
a"Miss wybrook!" he repeated, as
if scarcely certain that he had under
stood her. .'It cannot be possible
and yet the name is not SO usual
thst-" ~ ~ ,,'sl,,.,, ,jtai i
But, Fifne had. already opened the
doorIihtS Anto the adjoining room,
where Eleanor was sitting up among
her pillows, looking like . faded lily
She turned her head at the sound of
| the creaking hinges, and sudden bl-
low of carmine rushed over her cheek
lat sight Of the face she saw behind
| tFifps's eager little form. as ..,,s
sGsbrislw she gasped, putting her
lhand to her throat. s5e,3bs5 ii
aEleasorl- nay Eleauor!' Il
She Ut hss hand lla one instant in
his grasp, tbss withdrew II with an