The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-03-05
PALE SYLVIA.
By Kate PUTNAM osGooD

and the despair Of Q painter. Ray Cry
don, who was painter every inch, If an
unsuccessful enc, used to say that her
|. cheek was like nAthing hut velvet roses
leaf sgains' the light and making allow
ance forsa levers exaggerati m, his SIM
lie va. not far out OF the way.
: Fer Ray WINS nsr lover; rot qaite her
bethro'hed. foS, sbough Sylvia consented
her father refused, and Sylvia would not
4 dlsobey even him for Rays saks. 81
will not bind N yself to marry agai. at nay
father will" shs AaId. Il csn promise
never to marry any other, and, If you
care enough for ma 10 wait, you must be
cantent with that"
Ray did care. quite enough, waa quite
content-per oscs. &
i Is was not that Col. Dorchester dlsiked
Ray on the contrary, he young fellow
was u favorite With hln. II only lie haze
been Fogtuae's favorite tor For tke
Colonel, himself poor man, would nat
give anether yet pearsr his only cnild.
the very apple Of his eye. But, if a pru-
dent father, he vas kind one, too, and
set his requirements st the very lowest
mark consistent with any degrss of
worldly wisdom. Let Ray show me that
he is sure of bread and-chsexe, and
will provide the wedding cake" hs eaid,
pinchlng Sylvia's cheek, the rose-leaf
lchsek. as l"vsly in his tyes as in chose Of
her lever himself
II one c. uld draw On the bank of am
bition, and pare 81 out colored canvas into
40 n.ny yards OK bank notes it wonId
pos have been long To wait. Ray painted
and dreamed Of great thisgs in the lu-
taIe, and forgot ksw, meanwhile, the
present was slipping away, day 10y dsy,
sill ell at once hs bethought himself, that
year had passed since Col Dorcht ster's
Iultimatum had been spoken. 4 whole
year ! And what has hs to show for it
that would bring Sylvia any the nearer
The conviction suddenly struck cold his
heart that he should never win her thus
The choice is bstweca Sylvia and fame"
he said to himself-:t 10 SO natural for
every aspirant to believe that~fama is his
for the choosing The brush dropped
from his fingers, be Bent his head in his
hands, and kept his face hidden many
m 'naents. When he raised it again. it
was very pale. and almost stern yet it
was kindlsd By acme steady, innsr light
"I choose sylvis T. he said. He pushed
HE palette aside. ard, with one brief re
luctant glance At the unfinished canvass,
turned it TO the wall. Then he left the
studio, and wezs straight to merchant,
an cid friend Of dis fathers,
"Teu offered me place in China he
other day" he said. abruptly, "!f you will
give it % ms now, will take if.
Sc the thing was done. Cslonsl OAR
chester, on learning it, applsuded the
young mans resolution. China is
long lock al cad, bat, at the worst it is
nearer than the atudio-no offtass to you;
Ray" be said, With smle,
And Sylvia Ali, 70 Sylvia it seemed
indeed long, long outlook. In spite of
AL that hung GA the journey, she could
almost have wIahsd that Ray had remain
ed in the studio, whsrs he would not y.
least, have been lest TO sight and hearing,
the present might DO wasted time, per-
hars, but it was very swest to hsr' and
she had more faith in Ray in tho iuture's
chAucss But, Of all this. shs breathsd
not word to him, and when, holding
her hands, and sssrching her face for
some comfort, he said, Sylvia I shal
cOlne back to claim you in a year or two
you will wait for ms till them" it was
with smile that she answered
Come back sinesae year or twenty, Ray
you will find me ~ yeu left me. I.wiN
rsver De the wi fe Of erother."
And. with that, The lsat goodbye was
said, and Ray Croydon sailed in search Of
the fortune he afaSsied was waiting for
him On the other side of the world And,
on this side, everything went on the same.
Ray was gone, to be sure, but did the
sun rise and act any the less fol that ! did
the butcher and the baker forget to come,
or people cease TO sRt aud drink, because
IN unsuccessful artist had tsrnea his can
vases to the wall. and, for loves sake.
il Ill lnuaA @ AZ