The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-06-05

that yentured 10 tell my motner What 1
had done.
"You are fool" said she, with acerbity.
"Your dollar is as clean thrown away as II
you had pitched it down the well and I'm
sure | don't know what Mr.. Leslie will
think of your interference"
hung my head and made no answer.
But when the summer hung her coronal of
| big cream colored roses over our farmhouse
door, and Hubert Leslie came back with
his easel and stretching umbrella, ven
tured to ask him of Stella. =.
"Oh," said he, "that black-eyed girl with
the Spanish face Yes, l remember now.
1 got her place as childs nurse with my
cousin, Mrs. Evelyn, but she ran away With
in the month. a,
"Neyer lmind, Efie," said Mr.. Leslie,
kindly, "a good action Is never entirely
thrown away Stella Severns gypsy blood
could i'll bear constraint but don't think
she'll forget you, for all that"
That was just before Hubert Leslie
asked me to be his wife. We were married
the next spring and went to New forkto
live.
We had little bit of room, opening
out of Hubert's studio, where we kept house
like pair of turtle doves in nest. AL
though Hubert was such genius, and had
painted SO many beautiful pictures, he was
young, and comparatively unknown, and
and we found 1t hard TO live, particularly
after the twins had opened their blue eyes
on the wintery sunshine of a glorious Feb
ruary day y had done little fancy needle
work for the store heretofore but now
my hands were tied, and 1t was hard to see
the shadows creep over Hubert's brow, and
know that had no power to lift them.
So the years went by. More little ones
clustered around our scanty board, and al
though Hubert worked hard and conscien-
tiously, there were other artists who PAN
dercd to the public taste, and received more
orders. We were very poor.
"IIubert," said /, one day, when the
load of poverty had been almost more than
we could bear, 'don'tyou wish you never
had married p
"Do wish the sunshine had never come
into my life ?" he asked. "Never put that
/ question again, little wife. What would
, existence be worth without you and the
bairnies p
"If you could only sell that thousand
dollar picture" 1 sighed, thinking OF some
thing that had been on the easel fol
months. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Harper says it isn't worth copper,
said he. "Harper thinks it is far beyont
the popular standard of appreciation.
/ sighed; but in spite of all our priva-
; ton l would not have asked Hubert tC
lower his grand ideal of art l was proud
of it. was proud of him.
Hubert came in from the studio next day
with radiant face.
"Wifey, the golden age has dawned, ant
pure art is appreciated at last. l have solo
y my picture"
'"Not the Sunrise, Hubert ?"
gtNaa tbn sSrnrioa InaEf Harafa ,
check for thousand dollars, signed b,
Signora Estella Severini, the great primi
; donna who is singing at the academy. Sh'
is in the studio now, and she says SHE
wants to be introduced to the artists wife.
''But Hubert, my dress! My ginghan
dress!'
sob, your dress is well enough, Mrs
c nderella," he cried, laughing, as he drew
me towards the door.
lady sat in the models chair-a tall
superbly moulded lady, dressed in blacl
velvet, and an Indian shawl, with hal
of rippled purplish black, and large, dusk,
eyes. The instant she looked up knew
her again.
, "Stella. Stella Severn !" cried, with
!. sort of gasp.
f She rose, laughing and crying, and raj
= into my arms.
T. lIiiCy QuiliuS, W tAiuh Shut We ohOui'
h meet again !"
+ She told me, then, her story. How, afte
a long battling with the worlds vicissitudes
.. she had come across an opera manager VIII
= perceived the hidden treasure that existed
y In her voice, and voluntarily assumed tn
a expense training it.
n "And am rich and famous now," sal
~ she. 81 can pay back the debt l owe t
" you, Eilie for think, if it had not bee
" for you and your dollar bill, that winte
4 night, | should have been driven to swa
u low the little vial of laudanum l had a
- ready in my pocket ~
:, ''Oh, Stella!'
y "Ah, but should. You do not under
!" stand how prosecuted and haunted was
= Effie-but thank God, that is over!"
= Signora Severini's thousand-dolar checl
q was the beginning of our new fortunes;
. was the fashion TO copy her whims an
. caprices. Other people bought because sh
= did-and pretty soon we were able to NOV
q q into pretty cottage of our own in the sui
T. urbs.
And when my mother and Deacon Coz
nell, down in the country, heard whs
Stella Severn had become, they declare
:. sagely:
. swell, there's never any telling ho'
" things NAV turn out in this world 7"