The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1873-12-31
TmE ARrIsT's STORY.

ltii NOd tIt stutN F.. Nl1I- 1T tHc
risk Of Your thinking he a sentiment
tai fooE ltis the th3g to laugh at
love; to regard courtshjp as an alb
surdity, designated by 4 slang phrase;
to look upon a wedding as the death
OF a young fellows freedom, &ad at
best a doubtful aud certainly not a
lasting happiness Al this might be
right or wrong; ! confess | know
some happy married people, and
what is more, | kn1w young fellows
who owe their success in lie to the
devotion of their wives and TO their
happy homes. But as for me, am
an Illustration Of the success of dis
appointment, an example Of half
broken beart being equal to many 4
whole one; in short, a proof of the
triumph 5f work.
You do not share in the general
opinion of love? You think that mar
ried life is the highest form Of earth
4 ~ bliss Good; give me yonr hand!
Then the voHng lady whom you
brought to the Academy on varnish-
ing day is to be Mrs. 5. ? Nay, don't
look as if had found you out in
some piece of lunacy. May YOU be
happy, my boyl Stir the fire; spring
has a way of coming in Of late years
very cold and frosty When ! was
a boy the goddess was less fickle
Ny memories Of spring are full of
green leaves and sunshine. If it
were not for the power Of reproduce
tion, memory would be curse; but
| turn it to account. You will hard
ly believe it, but my fishing
party is a study from memory. Yes,
| skctched the boat carefully for the
critics; that IS all. Iou know what
they are If they could have found
fault with the drawing of the boat,
the tainf Of ingccuracy would have
gone all through the picture, and ru-
ined it. That dark girl in the gypsy
hat-no model, assure you-a pic
ture of the past, a drawing from men,
DRY, face and figure, a smile, a sun
beam Of my youth, a CLEAN from
heaven that haunts this room MANY
a time and Of All, my dear boy.
you little dream Of the soflneSs that
lies beneath what men call my big
burly, brusque manner BY Jove !
sir, sometimes sit here with tears
in nv ewes. when | think Of the days
when that fishing party was a living
reality for me
met her at O friends house on the
Thames was two and twenty;
she seventeen. was an artist. doing
bits Of studies in quiet hooks on the
river She was the daughter OF
doctor 10 Russell Square. Her faith
er was poor. IL had invested the
savings Of a lifetime in some spccula-
ton that came to grief; ! think it
was 4 bank. ] was strug ling ar
tiSt, will. an invalid mother to take
care Of Kate Woodward became my
dream of life. | fell in love with her
desperately, would have doEe any
thing, suffered anything for her She
soon reeiprocated nay tender feelings
that, is as far as she could. Itwould
have been impossible for any woman
to have given me love for love. Ny
passion scared TO almost impossible
heights All our friends said we
were well matched couple Kate
was small, and dark and lively; |
was big hulking fellow, with brown
hair, and somewhat dull, phlegmatic
manner; but they never knew how
Gcreely the fire burned my calm de-
meaGor BY Joye! sir. | could have
set the Thames on fire fit had been
necessary. All! It was on fire those
days. There are no sunsets now like
the sunsets through which my boat gil |
del on summer evenings when Kate
steraed it, and ran it for fun into the
tall dusky rushes, at some out Of the I
way bend of the river where the Ill
les looked up and wondered at her
bright ewes.
Well, one day ! got permission TO /
call upon her fatbc: and asked his
eonseatto our marriage had visit |
ed twice at the house. but Kate had
many admirers, and Dr. Woodward .
bad not, suppose, noticed that ] ,
held a favored position among them.
| was shown into the breakfast /
room. One ofmy sketches hung up
on the wall. That was a hopeful
token | thought noticed the touch /
of her hand here aud there. a little /
vase of flowers stood upon the table |
near cottage piano, upon which i
knew she practiced | touched the
flowers and felt happy. / can see
the room DOW, every detail oft, even /
TO the hand scenes aud the clock on
the mantle shelf Presently the doe
tor entered, q gentlcman-like. grave,
gFay-headed professional, with firm
mouth, aud "a air of disappointment
and defiance in his manner.
IN love with Kate" he said by
and by, after bad made bungling
of my feelings and hers.
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