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mower OF catching the expression OF

scription failed 10 give my pencil the
powcr Of catching the expression Of
ths dear familiar facc.
'.They tell me-" said tho old man,
In low, moody tone, us if he nm
consciously thought aloud-.'tl,ey
Tell me that at tlic.last she bore the
mark OF cruel blow on her check,
She, my tender, one eve lamb, that
l was fain 10 shelter in my bosom
rom every rough wind that blew"
Overwhelmed by bitter tide OF
recollection, the old man covered his
Taco with his hands and sank into
lencc. These few anguishcd words.
dropping like blood from a wounded
heart. at once recalled the face of the |
unknown travelling companion of my
midnight journey. Once more 1 saw |
before me the pale, perfect face, with |
sorrowful eyes and n livid mark on
The left check. Al last fulfilled my |
promise, AMI, taking my pcnsil, !
rapidly skctc!cd her portrait from
memory. Silently placcl nav work |
before Mr.. ST. john. "It is she! /,
is Emmic-my darling, my dariingv'
he cried. and ngain and again he
kissed the senscless paper on which
was traced the lineamcnis of one who
was very dear. "You have seen her,
then, for 10 such powerful likeness
could otherwise be produced. You
have caught tho very trick of her
half-tlrooped eyclitis."
EYES," I said, slowly. 81 have seen
her. And, what is more, OH the goth
night of January last, promised, al
her request. to paint her portrait
from memory" "Good God! lii
impossible. On the goth night o.
January she died" l felt like man
in dream. With e slight shiver
recalled the paliDr, the chill, the
whitencss of the face of my travelling
compopion. Was this faithful sketch
the vivid remembrance of dead face!
took out my notebook and showed
Mr.. St. john the entry-"Promised
to paint the portrait of lady from
memory, this Goth night of January,
1S-. A deep silence brooded over
adieu. returned to Dresden, and,
to paint full-length portrait of the
mysterious presence that haunted
me day end night. should get rid
of it that way. At the rapid rate ]
worked, the picture was soon coin
p!cird. | threw all the cunning of
hand and brain into the task, and my
knowledge of art told me that my
labor had not been in vain. In each
leiail- fsss's,ec,t rtTc picture rs had
last seen my mysterious sitter, save
that in this portrait no unlOvely scar
marrcd the delicate oval ofthe check.
Anxious to see it placed in Mr.. St.
Johu's possession, had it carefully
packed, aud l myself took it to Bcr-
Tin. | was fortunate to find the old
man at home, and rs l begged his
acceptance of the work of my pencil,
his cordial satisfaction more than re-
paid ne Tor the toll of the last f:w
weeks.
81 think it is due to you, Mr.. Stan.
lcy," he said, "that you should know
something of the history of the lady
whose portrait you have SO adinira-
Dly painted. and under circumstances
SO peculiar" 1t cost him an evident
effort to say these words, and beg
.ed him to spare himself n recital
that felt must be painful, but he
| persisted in giving me the following
rapid life sketch:
Emmic was our only child, and the
| toudest love of our hearts trained
about her. During all autumn's
wandering on the Continent We met
Baron Wolfsteiu-gay, young. hand
some, and knowing wei how best to
wIle away woman's heart, lie won
our Emuie's love. Aud we, who
loved her better than we loved our
selves, gave her up, although we
knew that i'll the very act we tore
down our lies joy with our own
hands. Well. her lover was OF good
birth, rich, of excellent reputation,
and as devoted to E!nnie as she was
10 him. And TO: her sake We pluckch
our one sweet English rose from the
parent stem and Wolfstcin bore her
| OIL in triumph to his chateau in the
Black Forest. The world called hers
a brilliant part; but there was ITO
briiiaucy left for the mother aud nc.
| Without her, house and hearts were
Edark and chill. The events of our
days were her lcttcrs-at first they
were all sunshine, and full of her
husbaml's praises. After u while,
we iamcied they dropped little in
their cheery tone, her husbands name
was more rarely mentioned. aud nj
last he was cutie ignored. Time 2fter
time it was arranged that she should
come TO us, and time after time hcl
visit was deiayed'on some paltry cx
cuse. We had not seen the face q
tour darling for year. We coult
bear the separation no longer. w,
should go to her. When so far cI
our Journey rs Berlin, my wife W:
! vi, ,Iunfix- i'll / n RI WnIf
stein and Emmie of our distress, II
response came to my cry for succor
On the mormin. of the 2lst ofJam
= uary | bent over my vile to moistcI
her fevcrcd lips with n little wine
Edward" she said, taking my h NJ
in hers. "Emmic was with me in III,
, night" Darling, you were DIRE: m
ing said, soothingly. sit was II,
dream. husband. She stood whsr,
vou stand now. Her dress was .
black velvet, with lace about tn,
1 throat and wrists. She looked sad
and OH, so cold, and down one cherl
there was u horrid mark. Mother,
| she said, you have no portrait, no
: even photograph, to remind yo,
!, of poor Enulic. | shall send yol
I, one. And before l could speak, o
l Law NV hands OH hers, she was gone.
, From her rapid pulse L knew fcve
was working i'll her veins, and, fear
j.. ing this was the raving of dclirum,
10 tined her as best l could. jus
u thea II servant entered the room sh
G held in her hand that which we ha,
cause to dread-a telegram. tore j
i open; and, as my eye learned its con
: tents, Il groan burst from my lips
! Jimmie is dead" said my wife
: quietly. Il knew it, dear" IL wa
;, even SO.
!. This blow rapidly cxtinguishcd til
!. ilickcring life OF the mother, and she
100, quickly followed Eminie. Ate
y, this sad event l arranged to go t
). Wolfsteim chateau. lie had taken II
{ notice of my various letters: but
concluded that, stunned by grief, til
'. poor fellow was unable TO attend I
y, his ordinary duties of life. In th
y fellowship of sorrow, together W
:. should mingic our tears.
:. On my way TO the railway static
= 1 encountered Susan, Emmie's taill
:. full maid. who hat been with ht
;, young mistress before and since h,
! marriage. The girl was weary al,
'. worn with fatigue, and her on,
- bright English face was white ar
" SCARED. She stretched her han,
- towards me. "Mr. St. John, MIR. :
- John y then she fell down in a swoo
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