The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-09-11

their humble station. May / ask if the
were friends Of yours, sirs"
"Np, madam; | only knew of them, bu
{ felt sufficient interest to make Inquiries
!, II am verygrateful for your information
! and will no longer intrude upon YOU
| time and patience" said Ray, his tone be
} trayipg little Disappointment.
RI "Not the least intrusion, sir" said The
!, pleasant lady "Many strangers pause
here to look at the flowers. Perhaps you
would accept small boquet of them, y
she continued, approaching the gate
where be stood.
Ray thanked her kindly and went his
way. The lady, looking after him, said
to herself, HE must have seen Sybilette,
| think. Every one was interested in that
lovely child, I believe. He looks a per-
feet gentloman-very handsome, but rath-
er sad. Well, am sorry for him, what.
ever the cnuse:' ''" 'ia
And Ray Harland went to his room
feeling that in all his future there was
lonely void, a dreary waste, never TO be
filed or Frightened without that radiant
presence which might never gladden. his
vision again. Yet he never sought to
Danish it from rerem brance,n nor reflected
thai there were many fair ones around
him, whose companionship. perchaLce,
would bless and brighten his earthly life.
Nor did he speak of his hope, for he
deemed every thought of her too sacred
to be breathed to mertal save herself.
Then came to him an idea-liSe an in
SEPARATION, it seemed which daily grew
and strengthened, to paint o picture, i'm
buing it with his own strong, loving ma
ture-wirh vague idea that some mys-
tic, unseen influence might somewhere, in
the years to come, draw her to il and to
him. .."E
Thus the young artist commenced the
picture, which he anticipated would re-
quire weeks and months OF patient tot
for its completion; but, as day after day
Le wrought upon it, and beneath his
touch the canvass seemed to grow ami
mate with the life represented, he was
conscious OF a sweet, peaceful influence
about him-something new and undefna-
BILE, yet so elevating, so restful, that his
happiest moments, were passed in the
solitude of his room, painting what would
be master piece to him.
The world might behold and admire 1t,
and never guess its hidden meaning, but
surely she for hom 1t was intended
would understand.
The scene was not exactly tina. of his
meeting with Sybilette;it embraced much
more, which his tue artistic taste had
rendered grand and beautiful, and nc
description can do it justice.
But the face was from his sketch of
that well remembered day. He had given
to it an expression SO pure, 80 divinely
perfect, that every one supposed it an
ideal; yet, if ever she was drawn to look
upon it, she could hardly fail TO trace 9
likeness to herself.
Then, curiously formed by the trailing
vines and rare flowers, which the fail
being (seemingly of another worldly was
bestowng upon a weary, way.worn trav
eler, was the name of SybiIette, though
very few would be able to trace the deli
cate letters so sklllfully executed.
? Ray guarded his picture as something
sacred. No one was allowed to see i
3 until perfectly completed. Then, ricl
and glowing, In its massive gilded frame,
it appeared to public view, ir The win.
dow of popular art store, whose pro
] prietors were now Rays warmest friends
Of course it was not for sale, although
the young artist might have received a
handsome sum for it, so much was it ad
mired aud commented upon. Ray Har,
land would as soon have bargained for
his most sacred thoughts as for that pic.
ture, which seemed part of himself; and
which he hoped woull yet. in some mys
FERROUS way, bring to him the one happi.
ness of his life, which all future wealth
end fame alone would fail to give him.
CHAPTER III fag
Within silent darkened room, fur.