The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1874-01-16

last picture I shall complete here, fol
l am making appropriations to leayt
for Italy by the first of next month.
i A smothered exclamation from Ber'
tie caused both Marian and Philip tc
turn toward her, but she was busily
engaged over a book of prints, and
so both thought themselves deceived
The next morning, as Marian sal
watching BERTHE dress for her sitting,
she again spoke Of Philip.
"Dear BERTHE, lay aside your pride
and tell Philip Of your love, give him
some hope; come, sister, / want you
to be happy, SO, do as l desire, will
you?" ;3ag
''Pshawl May, don't vex me.
tell you 1 could nottloye poor man
enough to wed him. 1 love Philip
as l never can again love, but he
must not know it. I alone can suf-
fer; so please refrain speaking of the
subject. Aureuoir; Illseeyou soon,
and away the beautiful BERTHE swept
to the studio, where she sat to Philip.
Nota look betrayed her emotion, and
| the love-struck artist little dreamed
that the idol of his life returned his
love as fervently as it was given. She
softly opened the door and beheld
him leaning against q marble pedes-
tai, his head resting on the bust of
Venus and his eyes fixed on the can
vas before him, upon which was the
unfinished picture of BERTHE. Her
entrance was light, but he felt her
presence and looked around. His
melting blue eyes softened into a
world of tenderness, and he sprang
forward to receive her, buther haugh-
tiness repelled him and his head drop
ped upon his breast. Silently she
took her seat, and slowly Philip re-
sumed his work. Under his sllillful
touch the deep, lustrous eyes gazed
forth With soft, tender light, and the
pretty lips parted in q pouting smile.
The soft, black hair was brushed
back from her fair, polished brow,
and the di1nples played il the velyety
cheeks. Two hours went by, and
then Philip laid down his brush and
went over to BERTHE.
''This is the last time you have to
tsitforthe picture. Ileavet tomorrow,
and in week from to-day I shall send
this to you, completed. Soon shall
90 to Itlay, and then, when | am in
distant land, 1 shall think of the
one so far away, for whose love I'd
essay to move heaven and earth.
Dearest BERTHE, I must give you up.
My beautiful one, good-by; oh, fare
we'll. l would cherish you fondly,
did you give me but one hope, one
faint sign that you loved me; but,
alas, / am doomed to see you smile
on my avowal and turn your beauti-
full eyes away in scorn. Good-by,
darling, l shall not see you againl''
And Philip threw himself on a diyan
to hide his feelings.
"Listen, Philip Ellerton-oh, listen
to me. l do love you; buthusb, don't
come nearer I.loye you, and were
it not for this pride which fills every
vein in me, I'd be your wife. But
the pride istoo strong II can't wed
you. God help me. I can only ask
you to forget me. Stayin Italy three
years, and if at the end of that time
you can say to me that you still love
me, and will take me to your home,
I'll be yours. / know you will not
come unless you have come honored.
II at the end of that time you are still
away, ouneed not hope. Now, fare
well2' 7a r..
One long and feryent embrace, and
the two young lovers departed, he to
strive for wealth and love, and she to
teach her soul to forget.
Three years passed, and Bertie
Carlysle still lived with her uncle at
Fair Oaks. Her youthful beauty had
developed into surprising loveliness
Of womanhood. She sat in the libra
ry with a copy of the Times in her
hand; a joyful, exulant smile played
round her lips as she read in the art
column alengthy commentator upon
the genius of the young English ar
tilt. PhilpIEllerton. His painting of
''Francisca and Paoli'' had brought
showers of praise for him and estab-
| Iished fame. Further down her eye
lighted upon a paragraph which
dashed the color from her cheeks and
dulled the happy light in her eyes.
CeM1NG HoME-Our young English
artist, Philip Ellerton, leaves Flor
ence on the oath instant for London.
He comes laden with bright honors,
and brings with him a young wife, a
daughter of q Florentine nobleman,
to share his bright future.
This item was the end Other. bright
dream, the end Of all her waiting.
She read the statement and gazed ut
it till the truth fell on her heart in
letters of fire. Her brain whirled,
and her heart throbbed wildly, and
she arose an altered woman.
''He shall not think I waited for
him, (" she murinured. 'fHe shall not
say that he wrung from me the ayow-
al Of my love, and then cast it from
him. Pride was my fault, and he has
made it his; he gave up the love he
had for me, to marry a nobleman's
daughter" She paced the floor rap
idly, and the nervous twitchings Of
her face showed the suppressed agony.
Going to the bell-rope she pulled it
quietly, as If afraid Of her indeter-
mination. @Send Ninette to ME, .
she said as servant answered the
summons. He gazed at the pale,
quiet face, and knew that a great
change had come over his young mis-
tress.
s'Did you give thatletter to John?"
she inquired Of her maid.
''No, Mademoiselle; he had gone
on an errand, and has not yet re-
turned; but, Mademoiselle, / willat-
! tend to IL rs soon as he returns"