The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1874-01-30
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than I am now, Dresden was my favor
tie holiday resort. In the quiet and
slowly-fowing life-current of the Old
World home of fine arts, L frequent
" sought and found relaxation from
the strain of work day months In Lon
don.
One January night found me seated
cold, travel-stained and weary-ln the
train at Hamburg, enroute for my Old
resort. Experience had taught me that
in Germany fellow-traveler implies an
instantaneous deprivation of the guam
tum of fresh air necessary to keep the
lungs in play So, calling the guard,
requested that I might be secure from
intrusion Touching his cap with Ia
comic 'tgut, he pocketed douceur and
locked me in. The train started. For
a few moments we stop at a wayside sta
ton. I consulted my watch. How cold
it grows as the day draws his last sh1v-
ering breath. Strange at this hour the
springs of being are at their lowest In all
that lives, whilst, in mystic sympathy
with the dying day, the life is split out
of those in whose cup are only It's lees
I wrap my cloak around me.
Once more we were on the point of
starting, when the door, [ imagined Sc
ctlrely locked was gently and easily open
ed. A lady entered, and seated herself
opposit me. Below my breath L con-
founded the guard for false Deutscher.
and reflected how extraordinary it was
that the intruder should be a woman
for aboard the fair sex have special tray
cling compartments where no man dare
put in an appearance, and Uice uersa. In
the confusion of starting she had doubt
less mistaken her carriage. and now,
perhaps, felt uncomfortable.
As the cold each moment increased, /
offered her one of my warm wraps, adj
dressing a few conventional words to her
on the weather. ''Thank you, she said,
in quiet and perfectly self-possessed
voice, s'but indeed I Go not feel the cold
you speak Of A story is often told IN
the tone of yoice-and the tone of this
one was peculiar. Enthusiastically Eng
ish. and well bred but there was no
ring in it, only certain hopelessness
sufficiently pathetic. She had evidently
noticed some of my smaller professional
belongings in the netting above me, for,
IS l silently pondered what manner of
Il ! oil q.
s"You are an artist % 81 am" ''Could
you paint q portrait from memory 2
Most certainly" She removed the
thick veil that concealed her face, and
laid aside her bonnet. The light from
the4a1np fell on her. She had a lovely
face, but it was cold and white and still
as chiseled marble She encountered
the bold, steady gaze of masculine eyes,
vet no tinge of color fiicl1ered on her
cheek. A mass of ruddy- thrown hair was
coiled round her snapely head large
brown eyes, full Of dumb, Questioning
pain I have seen in the ere Of hunted
deer at bay. looked ont from between
dark lashes. Marring the stainless white
of the left cheek, a 1ivid mark ralrfroin
the temple into the necz-it almost
looked as if singing riding-switch had
been drawn swift and sharp across the
face. burning its brand INTO the delicate
flesh. Her dress was OF black velvet, and
around the throat and wrists were ruffies
of costly lace. ''Yol}Is, I said, lis nos
a face soon to be forgotten. Icouid easily
paint your portrait from memory.
"Win you do SO Certainly if you de
sire it. Il do specially desire it. >
took oat my note book and entered {
memorandum. Promised to paint the
portrait of lady from memory, this 20tl
night of January, IS She watched
me make this entry, and resunninS hel
bonnet and veil, she feii into silence.
AS I sat opposit this beautiful stat
uesGue woman, q strange sensation stole
over me. Underneath that eoncealins
veil there was 4 still, white face, viii
stricken eyes that haunted ne and sen
a chill to my heart. Sod help her,
thought. FOX life has been cruel to her
Then I unused on the singular promise
had come under-to paint her portrai
from memory.
Would she come and claim the picture
Was Z to send it to he's? Aud where
must come to sons finding before W
part. Meantime, IN the FIST gray dawn
the train stopped at Berlin, where "
changed carriages. Eor moment
turned to gather together my snia.si ''il
pedimenta when / Ies':hedmy pos.t-ol