The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-01-13
VOL. l.

by her other name, Elizabeth.
"Do you admire this purse" she sud-
denly inquired, holding out one of grass
green silk, with gold beads, tassels, and
slides; a marvel of prettiness.
Raby rose and took it from her, and
turned it about in his white and slender
hands. Those remarkable hands, feeble
to look at, elegant in structure, always
restless; so strongly characteristic of ge>
MUS, as well as of delicacy of constitution.
at is quite gem" ne said, in answer
"You may have it in place of your ugly
one," continued Miss Saxonbury: shat
frightful port.monnaie, OF grim leather, l
saw you with the other day. Imade this
for somebody else, who does not seem in
hurry to come for it: so l will give it to
you."
A rush of suspicious emotion flew to his
face, and her eyes fell beneath the eloquent
gaze of his. "How shall thank your
was all be said. at shall be to me an
4 everlasting remembrance"
That's in return for the petty sketch
I YOU gave me yesterday" she went on
Zone you took at Rome, and filled in from
memory"
"You mistake, Miss Saxonbury. 1said
drew it from description. have never
been to Rome That is a pleasure to
come"
Gas it is for me-" observed Maria. IL
was there once, when a little girl, but
remember nothing of 1t. A cross woman,
half governess, half maid, who was hired
to talk Italian to US, is all my recollection
of the place. Last year and the year be-
fore, when we were wasting our time in
| I Il L Al, n L..
mamma more harm than good, urged
them to 90 on to Rome, but nobody list
ened to me. l have an idea that shall
be disappointed whenever do 90: we al
ways are, when we expect so much"
always. always" murmured Raby.
"Ilong to see some of those features | am
familiar with from paintings" added Miss
Saxonbury. 1.-THE remains of the Caesars
palaces-the real grand ST. Peter's-the
beautiful Alban Hills-and all Rome's
other glories. grow impatient sometimes
, and tell papa there will be nothing left for
me to see: that Sallust's garden will be a
: heap of singing nettles-I dare say it is
nothing else; and Cecilia Metella's tomb
destroyed"
And thus they conversed till it grew
. dark, and the servants came in to light the
= chandeliers. Miss Saxonbury remember
ed her mother then, and rose to go to her,
10 see why she had not come down.
When Maria returned, the room was
empty, and she stood in the bow of the
window and looked out. 1t was the GUS
tom at Saxonbury House to leave the cur
tains of this window open on favorable
night; for the moonlight landscape, outside,
was indeed fair to look upon. Mr.. Raby
was then walking on the terrace; his step
! was firm and seli-possessed, his head was
raised: it was only in the presence of his
fellow-creatures that Raby Raby was a
, shy and awkwar man. He saw her, and
} approached the window.
/ have been studying the Folly all this
: time" he said; fancying it must look like
those ruined Roman temples we have been
speaking of as they must look in the light
and shade of the moonlight"
; Does ItY' che added, laughing II will
: go and look, too"
: Miss Saxonbury stepped on to the ter
/ race, and lac gave her his arm. Did she feel
the violent beating of bis heart, as her
bracelet lay against it? They walked, in
the shade cast by the house, to the rail-
ings at the end of the terrace, ard there
; came in view of the fanciful building in
question, Lady Saxonbury's Folly" 1t
rose, high and white, on the opposite hills,
: amidst a grove of dark trees.
; al do not like the building by day." he
: observed; "but as it looks now, cannot
fancy anything more classically beautiful
in the Eternal City, even when it was in
its zenith"
1T does look beautiful" she unused -
; sand the landscape, as it lies around, is
: equally so: look at its different points show
: ing out. You have not seen many scenes
! more gratifying to the imaginative eye
: than this, Mr.. Raby"
! al shall never see a second Saxonbury,"
was the impulsive answer. Take it for
l all ia all, shall never see-but look at
this SIDE" he abruptly broke off, turning
in the opposite direction.
: "Oh, / don't care to look there. 1t is
all dark. l only like the bright side of
things"
HAS it never struck you that these two
aspects, the light and the dark of moons
light night, are type of human fortunes2
: While some favored spirits bask in bright
: ness, others must be cast and remain, in
the depths of shade"
mo. / never thought about it Ny
: life has been all brightness"
MAY it ever remain sol" he whispered
e with a deep sigh: but Miss Saxonbury
D turned to the pleasant side again.
e "What a fine painting this view would
e makel" she exclaimed Il wonder papa
I has never had it done. One of your favor
| lite scenes, Mr.. Raby, all poetry and moon-
e light, interspersed with dash of melan-
: choly. Some of you artists are too fond
: of depicting melancholy scenes"
1--WE depict scenes as we find them
: You know the eye sees with its own hue.
There may be gangrene over the glad.
: dest sunshine"
: "Artists ought to be always glad: living
: as they do, amidst ideal beauties: nay, crea.
ting them"
, "Idesll That was a fitting word, Miss
Saxonbury. We live in the toll and druid.
: gerry of the work; others, who only see the
picture when it is completed, in the ideal.
j When you stand and admire some favor
: ite painting, do you ever cast a thought
e to the weary hours Of labor which created
e i'll"
e mo doubt the pursuit of art has its
+. Inconvenience, but you great painters
i must bear within you your own recon-
e pense."
d ain a degree, yes" answered Raby,
: the expression ''you great painters" echo.
e ing joyfully on his ear. ''The conscious.
: ness OF possessing that rare gift, genius, is
: ample recompense-saye in moments Of
# dependency"
e "And yet you talk of melancholy and
r gangrene Mr. Raby and such like IN.