Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1873-08-22

powerful likeness could otherwise bt
produced. You have caught the very
trick of the half dropped eyelids."
eyes," I said, slowly. 81 have seer
her. And what is more, on the Goth
night of January last, I promised, al
her request, to take her portrait from
memory" ''Good God! It is impos.
sible. On the Goth night of January
she died." I felt like a man in g
dream. With slight shiver I recalled
the pallor, the chill, the whiteness Of
the face of my travelling companion
Was this faithful sketch the vivid re.
membrance of a dead face? I took
out my note book and showed Mr.. ST.
John the entry-"Promised to paint
the portrait of lady from memory
this SOth night of January, 18-. A
deep silence brooded over us. AS soon
as possible [ made my adieu. Ireturn-
ed to Dresden, and, once more in my
studio, I fastened to paint full
length portrait of the mysterious pres
ence that haunted me day and night
I should get rid of it that way. AT
rapid rate [ worked, the picture was
soon completed. threw all the cum
ming of hand and brain into the task,
and my knowledge of art told me my
labor had not been in vain. In each
detail Ipainted the picture as I had last
seen my mysterious sitter, save that, in
this portrait, no unlovely scar marred
the delicate oval of the cheek. Anx-
ious to see it placed in Mr.. st. Johns
possession, I had it carefully packed,
and myself took it to Berlin. I was
fortunate to find the old man at home
and as I begged his acceptance of the
work of my pencil, his cordial satisfac-
ton more than repaid me for the toll
of the last few weeks.
81 think it is due to you, Mr.. Stan
ley" he said, "that you should know
something of the history of the lady
whose portrait you have so admirably
painted, and under circumstances so
peculiar" It cost him an evident ef-
fort to say these words, and I begged
him to spare himself a recital that /
G. zn1urt- be painful. hnt. be nersisted
in giving me the following rapid life
sketch:-
Emmie was our only child, and the
fondest love of our hearts trained a.
bout her. During an autumn's wan
dering on the Continent, we met Baron
Wolfstein-gay, young, handsome, and
knowing well how best to vile away a
woman's heart, he won our Emmie's IS
love. And we who loved her better
than we loved ourselves, gave her up,
although we knew that in the very act,
we tore down our life's joy with our
own hands. Well, her lover was of
good birth, rich, Of excellent reputa-
ton, and as devoted to Emmie as she
was to him. And for her sake, we
plucked our one, sweet English rose
from the parent stem, and Wolfstein
bore her off in triumph to his chateau in
the Black Forest. The world called hers
a brilliant part; but there was no bril-
liancy left for the mother and me. With
out her, house and hearts were dark and
chill. The events of our days were her
letters first-they were all sunshine
and full of husbands praises. After
a while, we fancied they dropped a lit
tie in their CHEEKY tone, her husbands
name was more rarely mentioned, and
at last he was quite ignored. Time
after time it was arranged that she
should come to us, and time after time
her visit was delayed on some paltry
excuse. We had not seen the face of
our darling for a year. We could bare
the separation no longer. We should
60 to the her. When so far as Berlin,
my wife was seized violently i'll. l
wrote to Wolfstein and Emmie of our
distress response came to my CRY
for succor.
On the morning of the 21st of JAN
nary I bent over my wife to moisten
her feved lips with a little wine. "Ed-
ward she said, taking my hand in hers,
"Emmie was with me in the night"
"Darling, you were dreaming" I said
soothingly. "It was no dream, hus-
band; she stood where you stand now.
Her dress was of black velvet, with
lace about the throat and wrists. She
looked sad, and oh! so cold, and down
one cheek there was horrid mark
'Mother,' she said, you have no por-
trait, not even a photograph, to remind
you of poor Emmie. I shall send you
one And before could speak, OF
lay my hands in hers, she was gone. y
From her rapid pulse | knew fever
was working in her veins, and fearing
this was the raving of delirium, ]