The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-01-06
CHAPTER II.
DREAMS OF FAME.

A gentleman stood one morning in the
studio of far-famed painter, the great CO.
| ram, as the world called him. The visits
or was Sir Arthur Saxonbury, one of those
| warm patrons of art all too few in Eng
land. Rich, liberal, and enthusiastic, his
| name was e welcome sound, not only to
Lac Rccassful, but to the struggling artist
| The painter was out; but, IN second room
seated before an easel, underneath the
softened light of the green blind, was
a young man, working assiduously. Sir
Arthur took little notice of him at first;
be supposed him to be an humble assists
ant, or color-mixer of the great mans; but,
upon drawing nearer, he was struck with
the exceeding and rare beauty OF the face
that was raised to look at him. But for
the remarkable intellect of the high, broad
brow, and the flashing light of the lumi-
nous eye, the face, in its sweet and delicate
symmetry, in its transparency of complex
ion, might have been taken for a woman's
Sir Arthur, a passionate admirer of beau
ty, wherever he saw it, forgot the pictures
of still life around him, and gazed at the
living one gazed until he heard the pain
ter enter. ... saHr.a..s. H q.
"Who Is that in the other roomT' in,
quired Sir Arthur, when their greetings
were over. - T.its -t4
"Ah. poor fellow, his is sad history.
A very common one, though. When did
you return to England, Sir Arthur
"But lastweek. Lady Saxonbury is tired
Of France and Germany, and her health
seems to get no better. / must look at
your new works, Coram; l suppose you
you have many to show me. finished or
unfinished"
Gay. 1t must be three years since you
| were here, Sir Arthur. .
NEARLY"
They proceeded round the rooms, when
Sir Arthurs eye once more fell on the
young man.
"He has genius. that young fellow, has
be mott" he whispered. IfA -. .s
Every great genius" ....4
al could have told it" returned Sir Ar
thur. "What countenance it isl Trans-
ferred 10 canvas, its beauty alone would
make the painter immortal. His face
seems strangely familiar to me- Where
can have seen it?' ..s r-.r 81. ....,.
Mr. Coram had his eyes bent closely 10
one Of his paintings He cav a speck on
it which had no business there. The bar
onet's remark remained unanswered.
81 presume he is an aspirant for fame"
continued Sir Arthur. "Wll he get onF'
NO." said Mr.. Coram. p
Sir Arthur Saxonbury looked surprised.
at is the old tale" proceeded the paint
er. Poverty, friendlessness, and over
whelming talent"
talent has struggled through noun
tains before now, Coram, significantly
observed the baronet.
"Yes. But Raby's enemy lies here, "
touching his own breast. she is inclined
to consumption, and these ultra-refned
natures cannot battle against bodily weak
ness. His sensitiveness is something. mar
vellous. A rude blow to his feelings would
do for him."
Sir Arthur had looked up at the sound
of the name "What did you call himi
Raby?" 81
"Raby Werner Raby is his name The
son of spendthrift Werner and Maria Raby
the heiress. -. -.. -
Raby Werner Rabyl Middle-aged
though he was, years though it was ago
now, since his dream of love with Maria
Raby had come to an abrupt ending
Sir Arthur Saxonbury, once Arthur MAR,
positively felt his cheeks blush through
his gray whiskers. He glanced eagerly
at Raby's face, and memory carried him
back to its spring.time, for those were
her very eyes, with their sweet melan-
cholly expression, and those were her
chiselled features.
81 saw Werner Raby's death in the pa.
pers." said Sir Arthur, rousing himself,
"tro-three years ago, it seems to me.