Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1874-07-11

fore the evening was passed ne had
yielded to the conviction that If voice
and accent harmonized with the pic
ture, the soul, mind, and physical self
did so, more emphatically.
And what impression did the city
gentleman make on the young artist?
and how did she relish SO much IN
wonted attention? To understand
this we must go back to the evening
4 of her second visit to the Picture Gal
. lery. The tea table set for three was
waiting; the room was rendered at
! tractive and homelike by numerous
little elegancies, fashioned by tasteful
fingers; the mother, trihe eareworR
, perhaps, yet looked hopeful and low
ing; the invalid father, as though If
, the world did not lavish its favors
T upon him, he still had his reasons for
being proud and happy IN the
, stronghold of home. A slight, firm
step was heard on the threshold and
! then Edith was there. Always brisk
and CHEEKY, that evening her face was
so radiant and the ioy-beams in her
eyes shone so wildly, that her parents
looked the questions they would not
h Il
done with and wraps laid aside, she
I opened her purse and displayed five
80 bills. "See the price of my pic
ture. 1 told you, mother, 1 should sell
1T" After this she related how a lady
had admired it, and had asked a mana
ger who stood near if ii could be
bought at that time, that she stepped
forward, claimed the painting as hers,
and completed the sale. Il know the
lady is good and noble by her looks,
s but" added Edith, earressing the
4 bills. slshe urill naver- trnozx. hfsW much
good the money viii do US.
/ 4 few weeks after, when Edith re-
! ceived her invitation to Mss Ray
mond's party, she could not conceal her
pleasure. She had kept her circle of
| friends, but we all know the world
has few smiles for the unfortunate.
She attributed her invitation to thepar-
! ty being quite large one; and was
willing TO forget, as it seems Miss
Julia had done, the friendship of their
! school days.
Let us sit with Mr.. Maitland;s fam
/ lily again on the morning after the
party, and NOTICE the tinge on Edith's
/ check, as she sid, fiOh, mother, l. s
the young gent -Sh01eceived my
picture; l was sure of it all along,
since I saw him at church. But how
| he should know mC-is = mystery; he
never cnce looked at mein the gallery.
No one in town knows / carried it
there, so he has not been told of it
since he came here, md he was nc.
present when / sold 1t to that charm
ing old lady. But he spoke of it at
once; can't tell what praises he be-
slowed upon it, and then ne asked
permission to call this morning and
see what else I had in my studio. l
could not refuse that request, you
know. But my studio, poor little
back chamber, with its one window"
and Edith laughed merrily at the
idea of inviting a gentleman there.
The call was received in their coy
little parlor, and was but the prelude
to many subsequent ones, for Edgar's
haste to return to the city seemed
now entirely forgotten.
With temperament and training
such as we have described, backed by
the little furry of mystery he had
passed through, and with the olsen
thrallment from city ceremonials the
acquaintance could but rapidly pro-
gress. The bright chain was length
ering in his hands; how his heart re-
belled against its slow unWindlngs.
Two weeks went by like a happy
dream. In vain did cousins rally or
entreat his return. One week more
he resolved to give to this enhancing
delight, and then, said he, 81 will
force fate to a solution of the problem
of her propounding. | must know at
least if Edith's heart is free. The last
happy evening had been spent; he was
Just asking permission to step In and
say good-by before his early start, in
tending then to learn what fate had in
store for him. As Edith extended her
hand to bid him good night, his feel
ings took words and the torrent of
his love flowed forth, revealing the
depth and purity of the stream be- |
meath, while Edith, Gazing little !
for the triumph, felt that she had |
gained a treasure; but IN all her
happiness at finding her hearts true
rest there was to her yet something /
hidden, something unexplained. Not !
that she was much surprised at the de- |
nOument-a true woman seldom is
but she felt in musing over the affair /
that there was a hiatus somewhere. |
She had indeed once inquired of Mr.. |
Raymond if he knew the lady who |
had bought her picture, but had not |
noticed any evasion in his reply that |
he was away from the city at the time.
His fingers even then were closing
about little paper in his vest pocket /
that would have told all. But for a
purpose of his own would he yet for
while reserve it, and went back to the
city happy in the permission soon to
return for his bride. In four weeks
more he wrote a surprise to his moth
er. The epistle ran thus:
DEAR MoTHER:-Make ready for
me and mine on Thursday morning.
No parade; there are only US, Your
happy son and wife"
Mrs. RAYMOND received the note on
Wednesday evening, and though hap
ply and gratifed, she wondered how it
had come about. One thing she de-
cided within herself that it was all
arranged when he had made her that
last pleasant visit, only his heart had
failed him to tell her, but he had no
doubt come up with the intention of
doing so. She was still turning these
things over in her mind, on the clear
light spring morning, when she heard
the rafting of wheels on the still fro
zen ground, saw the shadow of a car
riage on the window, and they were
there. Though the sunshine was very
bright, the air was yet frosty, and
many wraps and wells enveloped the
1.-THE form Edgar lifted from the car
rage and handed to his mother, say
ing, "Here is your daughter" and
then stepping aside, enjoyed to the
full the establishment of each face as
recognition slowly came, and ''one
kiss more" was claimed and received
in the new-found Joy. As they start
cd to follow their luggage up stairs,
Edith heard something about the
front room. Edgar answered, eyes.
mother" but conducted his wife past
the large guest chamber to his own
little room over the porch. On enter
ing her first exclamation was, "Oh,
my precious, darling picture. !" Yes"
her husband, kissing her,
sit truly is, for it has given a precious
darling TO me-"
LABOR IN TIE NILE VALLEY
Even Herodotus made the mistake 4
of declaring that the fruits of the
earth are nowhere brought forth
with so little labor as in Egypt
We are accustomed to consider the
Valley of the Nile as a sort of nat
ural harvest-feld, selfrenewed
from year to year, its inhabitants
having little more to do than SOW
the seed and look on idly until the
grain is ripe. 1 cannot see, how
ever, that the Fellahs perform less,