Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-12-23
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and q refreshing spectacle IN tnese Iau'
guild times; but obviously it must isolate
the artist from the sympathies and pleas
ant commerce of his kind, and lead him
into many gaucheries and some neglect OF
the social amenities. Whether Robin had
luckily escaped those untoward conse-
auences may appear from some account
of an interview with Miss Tyrrell which
took place, the evening before his depart
ure. Bear in mind that he was PRACTICAL
" taking leave of the young lady, as II
was most unlikely she would see him In
the morning.
And yon mean to bury yourself IN
farm house, the whole summer - Miss
Clara said to Mr.. Lyon, having tor once
persuaded to discuss mundane topics. 81
give you a month; you're no Arab. after
ali. You'll soon weary of those deserts,
and we shall welcome you back to civil
lied life. We--that is, mamma. wants
YOU to come to Newport.
ssYou don't know my country" said
honest Robin; II think no man leaves 1t
willingly. You would love its rugged
scenery, / know that. There's nothing
like it east of the Sierra
This was the moment to ascertain the
precise State and county wherein the
homestead lay, but the damsers mind,
perhaps, was not dwelling on matters ge-
graphically.
II might like it, she said obviously,
.for week or two but l should perish
with nobody to talk to. OF course there
can be no society"-this was put forward
interrogatively-"none that yon would
care for, in those wilds?"
no1x ,,oa,1to - sold Rnlln
gently. "They are fond of me, OF
them"
co." she began, and stopped suddenly,
flushing quite rosy with regret and SELF
reproach. I suspect Miss Tyrrell, intent
on certain vein of inquiry, had dropped
nnconsciously that ungracious phrase
She tried another tack.
my poor picture"-this was a portrait
Mr.. Lyon had been commissioned to paint
will you promise not to neglect it ?
Perhaps it might better wait till autumn.
Are you sure you need no more sittingsP
"Quite sure he said. ut ought to be
finished in a week. I'll touch nothing I'M
til it is done, Miss Tyrrell, and then for
ward it instantly.
Perhaps the covenant TO cede SO prompt
ly lady's likeness is not particularly flat
tering, and probably you. accomplished
reader, .would have given the speech
pretty turn, but laundering Bob made
matters worse. II only hope Mrs. Tyr
rell may like it" he went on. shall do
my best, but portraiture is rather out of
my line. The fact is, my hearts not in it.
And then they began to talk OF other
things. !.
Now, ask, was this correct mode OF
parting from young woman OF fortune.
who had really gone out OF her way to no
tice and be kind to a struggling artist-on
the eve, too, OF a protracted separation ?
When Aunt 1yrrell, next morning, after
wishing the young painter good-speed.
went to her daughters room, she found
Miss Clara dressed, and weeping. Of
course she had the girl in her arms in
moment.
my child, my own. what was / think
ing OFF Oh. my love. my darlingr' But
who can paint the paintings and soft
means of the parent dove fondling her
stricken nesting and soothing it +?
cannot tell what tender story was whis-
pered in that rapt ear, but something it
certainly was which made mamma ruffle
her plumage fiercely.
"He's selfish. moon-struck brute, she
cried; II wish we had never seen him :"
And feeling Of resentment, akin to ha-
tired. against that poor, harmless Robin
began to stir in the maternal bosom.
When | appeared in Gramercy park,
that evening, of course the hawk had
flown, and in perfect keeping with his
ssrocnvp1o hoodloccpocc porlantinu n loo VI
his address.
Somewhere in New England" said
Aunt Tyrrell, peevishly, and vague remi-
niscences Of the college catalogue helped
me 10 place Bob's home toward the far
north.
And whas do yoa think of my friend
Robin ? isn't he rare piece of rural hon.
estyP" were my next questions; and here
the acute female intellect might have
drawn shrewd conclusions from my aunt's
cautious, cynical replies. and perhaps con-
nected them with Miss Clara's listiess, alb
stracted air.
But the reader doubtless understands
that the scenes and incidents heretofore
recorded, as well as others to be present
ly set forth, were made known to the wri-
ter at a period considerably subsequent to
their actual occurrence. Otherwise he
would have bethought him at this juncture
to communicate little circumstance cal
culated to dispel with magic cogency the
worst symptoms cf certain distemper,
and cause the mind of a well-regulated
young woman to recover instantly its nor
NAL tone. | mean the circumstance of
my friends engagement, which / might
without much difficulty, have resuscitated
from my memory (the idiot had engaged
himself before he left off jackets). and
even drawn a tolerable likeness of rosy
checked. busting lass. who, on class-day,
danced with ardor upon the college green
and betrayed lively Interest and sense
of proprietorship in Master Bob's con-
Germs
While | was Illuminating on Aunt Tyr
rell's equivocal demeanor, and my kns-
woman, by sheer want of confidence, lost
the sheer want of confidence, lost the COM
fort and healing virtues of timely word.
Mr.. Lyon was rapidly nearing the natal
village, which proved to be--as guessed
in New Hampshire, and was, in fact,
no other than the township of Conway, in
the country of Carroll 1t was late at
night when he reached the quiet station
which lay nearest the farm, and, leaving