Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-10-22

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/ ture Was to send it to her f? And
where? I must come to some finding
| before we part. Meantime, III the first
gray dawn, the train stopped at Berlin,
where we changed carriages. For a
moment I turned to gather together
my small impediments when [ re-
sumed my position [ was the sole
occupant of the compartment. Hoping
to encounter my sometime companion
in the crowded station, | made haste to
get out My efforts were in vain. I
was locked IN. Presently the guard
came with his key, and let me out
"There is trickery here" said ], In my
heat. "A lady turned the handle of
your locked door easily enough, and
has been my travelling companion since
midnight.
Impossible and the guard
shrugged his shoulders incredulously.
The kew had been in the pocket all the
time. I shook Fay head, but there was
no time for parley, and without an
other glimpse of the fair incognita [
resumed my journey.
Once more in Dresden, and amidst
the realism of the old familiar life, the
midnight episode of my journey began
to fade into trick of fevered and
over-wearied brain. Ind as I glanced
at the entry in my notebook [ re-
fected how completely a disordered
Imagination may fool a man. At the
same time'I resolved some leisure day
to trace out my dream on canvas, but
absorbed in Immediate study then
| ,aoc+-n,o1 nj Wnnl1C rnl1od
on, and [ went to Berlin to look up a
college chum who was temporarily To-
Gated in that city When [ got to his
quarters, Inter den Linden, [ found
that some weeks previously he had
been hastily recalled to England, and
another Englishman reigned in his
stead. AS [ turned from the door,
chagrined, I encountered the tenant OF
Locksley's rooms, evidently returning
from stroll.
A fine old man of the genuine type
of courtly English gentlemen, now
rare to be met. He politely accosted
me, and in few words [ told him OF
my disappointment. Do confer a
kindness on me-" be said, land stop
end dine. am quite alone, and it is
III this land of strangers"
We exchanged cards, and accepted
his invitation as cordially as it was Of
fered. By degrees we fell into the most
amicable relations with one another !;
and presently he told me with tears IN
his eyes that within the last few weeks
he had been bereft of wife and
daughter-all he had of best and love-
Hest, and was quite alone.
Then [ strove to turn his sad
thoughts into another channel, and by
and by we fell into art talk.
"Could you, Mr.. Stanley" said my
host, "paint portrait from minute
verbal description feared not, but
would try. On what-not at the
other end of the room [ found paper
and colors, and brought my materials
to the table where we SAT over our
wine. CHOW, Mr.. st. John, describe
and will draw" In hushed voice
he infinitely detailed the items of a
face. made my sketch. No, it was
rejected as unlike. Another-alik I'M
successful. A verbal description failed
to give my pencil the power of catching
the expression of the dear familiar face.
"They tell me-" said the old man,
in low moody tone, as if he uncon-
seiously thought aloud, "they tell me
that at last she bore the mark of a
cruel blow on her cheek. She, my
tender, one eve lamb, that [ was fain
to shelter in my bosom from every
wind that blew"
Overwhelmed by bitter tide of
recollection, the old man covered his
face with his hands and sank into
silence. These few anguished words,
dropping like blood from wounded
heart, at once recalled the face of the
unknown travelling companion of my
midnight journey. Once more I saw
before me the pale, perfect face, with
sorrowful eyes and livid mark on the
left cheek. At last I fulfilled my neg
lected promise, and taking my pencil
I rapidly sketched her portrait from
memory. Silently I placed my work
before Mr.. st. John. cit is she j.! 1t
is Emmie-my darling, my darling,
my darling" he cried, and again and
again he kissed the senseless paper on
which was traced the lineaments of one
who was very dear. "You have seen
hOA, UI1OI, III III oACu DONOI1u4 llhSuSO0
could otherwise be produced. You
have caught the very trick of the half
dropped eyelids."
eyes," [ said, slowly, 81 have seen
her. And what is more, on the Goth
night of January last, 7 promised, at
her request, to take her portrait from
memory" "Good God it is impos-
sible. On the 10th night of January
she died" I felt like a man IN
dream. With slight shiver 1 recall
ed the pallor, the chill, the whiteness
of the face of my travelling companion.
Was this faithful sketch the vivid re-
membrance of dead face? [ took
out my notebook and showed Mr.. St.
John the try-''Promised to paint
the portrait of lady from memory,
this Goth night of January, 49," A
deep silence brooded over us. AS soon
as possible I made my adieu. I re-
turned to Dresden, and, once more
in my studio, I fastened to
pant full length portrait of the
mysterious presence that haunted me
day and night. Ishould get rid of it
in that way. At the rapid rate [ work
ed, the picture was soon completed.
I threw all the cunning of hand and
brain into the task, and nv KNOWLEDGE