The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-09-18

i Suti"O 1872 ~"' OSO mikuts per
haps' have secured it for my own; now
alas, such beautiful .hings are not Tor me
dearly as lore them" Sd
Soon che was absorbed in its contem.
plation; but as she gazed earnestly, in
teA'!y, wondering why painting shouId
30 influence her, the fair cheek flushed,
then psled, and some dim memory seem
ed tryipgto assertlits power.A connectes q
with the present. She had discovered
the name suddenly. as plainly as If il had
been pointed out to her. Yet, in . mo-
nent she reflected that another than her
self might bear the name Of Sybilette and
dou btlcss ssms::one known to the artist
All. ctuld SybilettO have looked beyond
the picture. beyond the attractive window,
to little alcove at one sids, v here. secure
from outside observation, a young man
had been seated. previously busy with q
newspaper but now earnestly scanning
her fair, pale face. strange mingling of
hope and fear expressed in his own, she
might have guessed the name was indeed
hers. nor go quickly baRisbsd rs vain and
prcsumptuous the thought that the pictur-
ed face bore some resemblance to herself
But Ray Harland--fsr he It wss-rcmain-
ed quietly in his sheltered position,
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though it cost him an effort to do 90. With
such conflicting emotions surging his soul.
The polite proprietor was busy with q
fashionable customer. looking over some
choice engrAviDgs and books, and no one
had seen Rays sudden start and change
OF expression as his eyes rested on the
fair, unconscious admirer of his picture.
Perhaps she felt his magnetic presence,
srr she raised her Dyes, with one swift,
flashing glance, and Ray was almost sure
of his identity then. he had never for
COTTON the sof', dark eyes that once SO
pityingly looked iuto his own; but there
WAS touch of sadness now in their beau
tiful depths. -.-'
Then, noting her plain attire and ample
water proof. he concluded that she was
obliged TO go out to some daily toll as
it indeed my fairy Sybilette?" he said to
himself. at must be or my own heart
strangely deceives me. And she, oh. my
idol! my darling! toiling for her own sup
portl Can it be that she is left alone.
dependeut" with thrill of JOY at the
remembrance that it was in his power to
surround her with comfort and luxury.
And could take her to nay heart this
moment as life's dearest treasure But
how shall / make my presence known?
how learn her present residence?"
As if in answer to his mental question.
Nellie Give at that moment appeared be-
side the object of his thoughts, and said
pleasantly, in her clear, distinct voice,
"Why SybIlette Gray, have you been here
oil the timer How is your headache. deari
| suppose that wonderful picture mas
charmed i: ali away" Ell
Il believe it has. Nellie" replied Sybll-
elite, turning to her friend with one of her
old radiant smiles. .seml (.
swell, am very glad, but suppose we
ought to proceed homeward, for am
little late. shall have to tell Mrs. Ba
ker what keeps you every night. Strange,
how that picture fascinates you. 1t is
more than ordinarily beautiful, know,
but you must have seen many fae paint.
ings before"
But none ever effected me as this does,'
said Sybilette thoughtfully, slow ~ turn.
ing way from the window, now being
thronged with admirers of the beauty
within. and to herself she added, "It
seems to hold me steadily, and think of
nothing else, and yet with such a restful
happy influence that all care and loneli-
ness are banished and seem to be dream
ing of some new, sweet existence. What
does IL mean" {. F g asiH sEsa gf na y
Ray Harland cared no more for the
faces, plain or fair, which glanced in al
passing. His ready pencil had noted
down the welcome information SO oppor-
timely CLEANED, and which he quickly
decided how to make use of, as he pro-
ceeded to his room.
When Ray, by the aid of his directory
and some inquiries, had discovered Svbl-