Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1874-08-19

ball dresses to stockings, and then left,
saying they would think about it. /
When hungry, they turned into pastry
cooks shops, and ate ices and sweet cakes.
About five o'clock they were exhausted,
and went home to tea; after which they /
sailed out again to a theatre, a concert, or
an entertainment, and then wound up the
day with hearty supper.
This kind of life was all very well for
the young one. who had the constitution !
of a cassowary, but ut the end of three
DAYS cousin Emily fell ILL., Sybil was much
concerned, and wanted to call in a doctor,
but the invalid did not consider that neces-
sary.
Il think, DEAR" she said meekly, g that
if we were to dine sometimes, | should be
able to stand it all well enough"
So they adopted more regular habits,
and Sybil left off working her chaperone
so hard; obtained books from a library,
hired piano, and started piece ofsilk flow
er-work But as her constitution and habits
demanded good deal of exercise, and she
could not walk about London alone, she
fraternized strongly with the landlaclY,
Mrs. Rogers, and took her about with her,
as the best thing in the circumstances.
Mrs Rogers was a lady of considerable
conversational powers, but perhaps she
was most graphic when she talked about
her dodgers. past and present. l1er ground
floor was now occupied by an old gentle
man, who spent the greater part of his
waking life in the library of the British
Museum. The top part of the house was
tenanted by an artist, who had many
merits, and one great fault. poverty
which caused him to be backward in his
rent payments He was accustomed to 90
away for weeks. or even months, together
without leaving any address; he was thus
absent now.
One steady wet day, when Sybil had
PLAYED, read, worked, Nll she got the II ig-
cts in all her restless limbs, Il curiosity
which had already been awakened, BE-
came imperative. She sent for Mrs. Rog-
er>, and asked whether she could not see
the deserted studio.
There's only rubbish, miss, said the
landladv; but please not TO move any
of it. or he will 90 on ut me like anything
when he comes back. Not that he had
any rioht. being in arrears, but he has 4
way with him, and am soft-he1rted. and
he paws what he can. This Is the key
Sybil took it, and ran up stairs. But
when she turned the lock, n feeling OF
shame came over her, rs if she were pry-
ino. or at least trespassing. However, she
nHshed the door back, and entered II most
untidy apartment. Ihere were etseis'
one with a half-fnished painting upon 1t;
there were various articles of costume,
male and female, scattered about; In one
corner stood dummy figure, attlred
merely in yellow boots and spurs, and Il
cavalier hat and feather. Specimens OF
ancient armor lay in n heap. from which
protruded likewise n modern musket and
bavonet. a cricket-bat. folls and single
sticks. There was rack OF curious pipes
German and Turkish. There were casts
of famous statues, and what seats anu
tables there were, were imitation antlqui-
ties Two large portfolios on stands took
up good deal of room, and the litter was
Y completed by the heaps of pictures, In
various stages of progression-very early
staoes indeed, most of them-pIled NJ
r here and there. The walls likewise were
n covered with pictures, some of which were
finished. One. an Ariadne, just waking
-e mn to the fact of Theseus' desertion of her
was honored with a very smart frame
= which had been hung almost ont OF slghi
id bv the " Hanging Committee of the Roy-
III nj Academy Exhibition. The longer She
r looked at the picture, the more it pleased
9. her. and at last she got quite indi@nan
IL with the academy officials, who had hun9
IS if in a bad place; and with the public, whC
had not bought it, Then, gradually ieei-
, inc at home, she went in for regular IN
IS spection of all the studies and sketches
IN and half-formed designs IN the room; an'
+ Mt last, even dipped into the portfolios
or The result was, that instead OF passing IN
e. ten minutes she first proposed to hersel
ny in the studio, she spent the whole alter
Id noon there, and talked of nothing but he
g. IL Il mn "a
he Not content with that she introduced he
to the studio on the following morning
p- tbouoh the weather was fine, and the eide
er- I,dv took fair interest in the pictures
IT. thouoh she was not so enthusiastic as tn
n Younger: enthusiasm is apt to fail Us bt
elt fore our ewes and teeth.
pt "Ob. cousin Emily is it not shamcfl
eh that such beautiful painter should get 5
as little for his works, hardly enough to llv
Ih- on. while mere daubers are paid-oh' eve
r r, so much?'
We 1T isa pity he does not try daubns
,'s ," then
as "Oh. he could not do it; real genius ca1
us not be concealed. He is Il handsome youn
H. man. with melancholy eyes, and beard
irs dark. of course; but he is not really melal
I'VE cholv; quite the reverse. And 50 goo'
7"- he half supports his mother, who IS
ire widow of an Indian officer, with only III
TAI nension to live on that is why he h
debts"
1- u1- know ali about this Mr.. .-- what Is
ner "Doria is his name, but have never 5
he ewes upon him. Mrs. Ro gers told me
.,o. have Just repeated.
vas Obi said cousin Emily, who hal e
'no ';l perienced the nearest approach to the fe'
i.h mime sensation called Il turn, which n
S;n placid nature permitted. she was at
,rt events affected.
lipc 1t became quite habit of Sy5il's to II
ION up and look over the absent artist S sketch
was and no doubt she would soon have t
lorV Gun to criticise and find fault, only, befo
ton She had time to reach that stage, she i
d;f- the lodgings.
,a,y 1t was not likely that well-connect
Young lady of good fortune, and subject
ho, no authority but the law of the land a
ke's public OPINION, sho"lu W "'' -,
in main long hioueil III ~, - aonn,
tions. and friends, who are always glad
,ans see them. In a fortnight. Sybil and cou
on, Emily were domiciled in a hospltable m;
res sion in Belgravia.
One June morning, Harry Doria was
lesk his studio painting, and talking at lht
that walls to friend who was a sad loaier'
=, re- atoned for it by buying picture now
,eet. then. and who was at present lounglng
4rt,' a sofa. smoking Turkish pipe, the tia'
Sc it of which pleased him.
Mu- "Well, how do you get on-pretty w
1 hope?" said the loaiiins friend. d"
.ers, cuse my mentioning 1t.
vice Harry was not in the least discompos
city, Il am,' said he, y" certainty aolnS pe'
,box this year than have ever done befo
v by this year, when it does not matter, an
the have only myself to provide for