Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-12-05

you do think; but never mind that.
I shall tell you just nothing about it.
only come to-day" Polly was tying on
her bonnet) "because 1 knew you
wanted me to finish your Lady Jane
Gray. That's done now, and must say
good by. I'm very grateful to you,
Frank, am, indeed, for all your kind
ness. I'm sorry to have to give up COM
| ing to the studio-I liked the life-but
it's all over now. Thank you-six shil-
lings; yes, that's right. My career as a
model is ended. Once more-good- by,
Mr.. Frankr'
She shook hands cheerily, and then
she shut the studio door for the last time.
The strange thing was, that the little
witch really made a good marriage.
She had won the affections of good
man, of position and property. The
reticent little monkey never, I believe,
told any one of her courtship, or the
progress of it; but once, some time after,
she betrayed herself SO far as smilin gly
to tell Frank, when she met him in So
ciety, that the whole thing began sin
the Park, in that dear old Park; on the
old bench, you knows" and this was the
alpha and omega of her confession.
Many studios were for a time corroded
by curiosity; but time had to wear this
solacement. Some painters expressed
anger at losing their little model; others
expressed perplexity at her rise in life;
but no one could drop hint against her
fair fame, and, as she had been gen.
orally liked, many good wishes accom-
panied her change of position.
Like that Matte, sometimes a tneag
cousin o. the Lairo of Limmerfeld's,,
and who, when elevated to the position
of Mrs. Baiie Nicol Jarvie, behaved ex-
cellently in her exultation, little Polly
made model wife. She had all
woman's pliability, adaptability and
tact; and she soon picked up the style
and manners necessary to her new posi-
ton. She was naturally grateful, and
she had little touch of woman's pride;
pride in herself, and pride for her hus-
band. She wished to make her hus-
band happy, and was determined that
he should not have to blush for his
choice. She set to work, too, to edu-
cate herself in her way. Having a
strong motive to impel her, and great
natural quickness, she soon succeeded
in acquiring n respectable veneer of cul
ture; and Frank Ormond, who meets
her from time to time, told me that she
had developed and improved in an alto
gether surprising manner. l believe
that she succeeded, without apparent
effort in educing from Mr.. Frank the
respect due to her new position, rather
than the familiarity likely to arise from
their old relations, and yet she was
quite frank, and kind, and natural with
him.
"By Jover" cried Frank, "whcu I
took her down to dinner the other day,
at the 'Howards,' could hardly believe
the selfpossessed, lady-like woman by
whom was sitting had ever been the
little monkey that used so often to
dance burlesque dances about my stu.
lures, sir. Their knowledge of the
world beats ours. If they were only as
good actresses on the stage as they are
off it, the dramatic art would be in i fine
way"
Success ripens and improves some
natures; and little Polly was decidedly
improved by good fortune. She was
always petty, but as l saw her the other
day in the Park docking out probably
not without thoughts for a certain
bench J, reclining easily in her carriage,
she appeared positively elegant and
dstingue. She was particularly well
dressed, and had a piquant touch of
gra,sde dame in her manner.
Does any one who has ever really be-
longed to Bohemia pass out of it into
Philistia, or even into higher regions,
without an occasional retrospect of re-
gret, and backward glance, coupled
with sigh?
Did our Polly, lolling upon her easy
carriage cushion, ever look back with
tinge of sadness to the days in which
she used to trudge on foot, through
mud and rain, to the stage door, or to
the painters studio? What does she
think when she visits the Royal Acade-
my? How does she feel when she
goes to the theater2 Does she ever
speculate upon the new model (the
golden-haired one) who now sits for
Frank Ormond? Does she, as she gazes
upon the "amaranthine bowers of
boundless joy" recall the feelings of
the .fgurantss who, clothed in sheeney
tinsel, float ethereally upon iron sup
ports in the ideal atmosphere of blue
and red lights? 1 do not know; I have
no hint which would enable me to solve
the problem; but am assured that she
is gratefully happy in her married life;
and that, as a wife, she is still model.