Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1873-10-23

tbarsroment a servant entered the room
and aaneuucea-
ssHerr volkfnar, baroness"
LYdis threw her book quickly aside. and
in SWo bounds was at the door; then,
passing through a hall, she entered an
elegantly furnished room, that evidently
servv1 as her boudoir.
"Have kept ybn waiting. Herr Volk-
MARI she asked handsome young man,
whose ewes were fixed intently on pic
ture he held in his hands, and that he had
taken from an easel which stood before
him.
mot at all, mein Fraulein,' he replied,
turning his large, blue eyes toward the
young girl: Il have just been making
some slight changes in the shadows OF
your little picture. and admiring your
bunch of yiOlcts. There is hardly any diff
ference in the color" he added. compar-
ing o bunch he had in his button-hole
with the picture.
'.Fhen you are satisfedP Do you know
this Is the first word of praise you have
ever given me? The only way had of
discovering whether you were pleased
was, BY the expression of your eyes,"
And she looked up smiling at her teach
er, whose mild yet manly face was GRIM
SON with bushes
II always admired your talent" he re-
piled, 'but now. that see you even sur
pass my expectations, cannot-should
not, perhaps-refrain from telling you
what you yourself doubtless know, that
your talent is something far above the
ordinary"
Il thank you," replied the young girl,
frankly, as she reached out her hand.
You do not know how your commenda-
ton plesses me! Hove art, and the hours
spend before my easel are my happiest. y
You may thank your better fortune
that you are not compelled to cultivate
your taste tor art under those adverse cir
drudgery. May Heaven protect you from
these in the future as in the past /" he ad
ded, rs he placed chair before the easel
for Lydia, and began to prepare her colors
tor her.
"Wha. Is the meaning of this ?" she
asked.
You are so serious, so unlike yourself,
today y
Volkmsr made no reply, but reached
his pupil her brushes, and took his accus-
toned place behind her chair.
There was a pause, during which moth
ing was heard but the chirping ofthe birds
in the garden, and the steady pattering OF
the fountain under the window.
II would have these shadows little
deeper" said Volkmar, finally breaking
silence. $50. Now a little more light at
this point That you will see, will mate
rally heighten the effect. Allow me y
And he took the brush from his pupils !
hand. and made the necessary corrections
himself
Lydia. meantime, leaned back in her
chair and contemplated the regular profile |
Of the young man as he bent over the pic /
ture.
When he handed back the brush and re-
turned to his place, she asked:
'.Are you, then, determined not to say
any thing to-day? And we have so many
unfinished battles on hand This silent
melancholy. was going to say-mood OF
yours is of all moods the most uninterest-
ing"
II certainly have great reason to rejoice !
at the prospect before me-" said he, with
sigh, "and yet think Of it with heavy
heart
As he said this, he turned and looked in |
to the garden. The light must have hurt
his eyes. for more than once he put his
hand to them. Lydia felt slight tremor
in all her limbs as she remained silent.
volkmar. after some moments. turned,
and, fixing his eyes on her with an ex-
preston full of tenderness and melan-
choly, he added. in low. tremulous tone:
CONTINUED TOMORROW.