Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-10-09
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pe,.me not carpet pattern. AT least
mean know something OF torget-me-
not carpet man !"
Her face. lighted by se.f-forgetful en-
thusissm, became SO radiant that Mr.. b,
who had chivalric fondness for ''lovely
women and quick appreciation OF fem
mine beauty. and accused himself OF CUT
pable blindness in not having before seen
the attraction of Theresa's friend.
OF course be willingly consented 10 taAs
her with him to the trial. lie even ioulu
time among his numerous afternoon en-
sagemen,s to bring to her lodglpgsa copy
OF the disputed pattern. and explain 10 hel
the tecbnalities at issue. His explanations
fortified Florence in her persuasion that
she could be "a help" She attehueo Tue
trial on the morrow with Mf. J. az
companied by Theresa and lheresas
mother. &c.,.
The case had been some time ION"
when the American party entered the am
and well-filled chamber, whose audience
was composed for the most part OF manu-
facfurers and decorative artists, who telt
in the case a peculiar interest. As Mr.
B. had said, it was "going hard with
his young country-man, Horace hih2'
But the testimonials Of ability and char,
acter contributed by substantial men, ana
their presentation by the well-known ana
widely-honored Mr.. B, produced
beneficial counteraction.
Then Florence Gray became a witness.
Before giving her volunteered statement
she had seen the face of the defendant.
Mr.. b. pointed him out to her, and it need
ed but a glance to assure Florence that he
was the yeritable ideal of whom her IN
most soul declared, Truthful, Trustwor-
thy." He, too, had seen her. and for an
instant all the realities arouad him melted
into the uncertain atmosphere OF dream.
His blithe "beautyn of the wildwood, his
mimic shepherdess Of sylvan fairy-land,
the little star that had dawned upon his
loves first dream-he knew her image
well. And now, folded in her dark robes
of mourning, mantled in blackness Ike
his fate. she came to him as priestess oil
the pight.
The aim of her statement was TO give
the scenic story of the pattern-to show
clearly to others. as she herself clearly saw.
the inherent proof Of authenticity in the
individualizing history of the design
The carpet was the map Of the moment,
and the moment was the possession OF
Horace King. She described, in her SIM
ple. Inclusive, and convinced, and conse-
quently convincing. language, the meet
ing and parting in the glen OF forget-me-
nots Of turquois and zenith blue, shad-
owy strewing in mezzotint OF the precise
wood leaves she had held in her hand,
and Of which he had said to her the names
-woodbine, sumach, wild roses. In the
border, edged by conventional fretwork
of black and gold. was rendered. as well
~ tinted woods might, the "sunset" trellis
Of carmine cloud. "And here" said Flor
ence, kindling with excitement, Tin the
fretwork OF the border is my turquois ring
Oh, perhaps be wears it still
my turquois ringw How her clear
voice swept with these words the heart oil
Horace King! He did not hear the added
sentence-it was said in q lower tone but
he caught its reflection in an impression
of friendly interest aroused in the listen
ing crowd-a nlurmur. perhaps, or SYM
pathetic smile.
He wore it still. And in the border OF
the carpet its likeness at intervals, more
or less revealed, now clearly appeared
Nor was this all. Florence Grey's testi-
mony corroborated unexpectedly in cir
cumstantial points by Theresa and hei
mother, and sustained in dignity by the
Introductory support OF the renowned Mr..
B.. achieved its browning triumph IN
the announcement that her initials, the en-
grayed initials were introduced into the
network Of the carpets border. Horace
Kings opponent failed to find them; but
they were discovered presently in theii
ingenious reproduction by experts; and
with this seal of the scenic story Horace
aoouift0l w rOmnIpfn
A year in Italy devoted to the cultiva-
ton Of her voice was made delightful to
Florence Grey by correspondence with
dear friend in England correspond
ence which brought her into intimate
knowledge of the noble heart and gifted
mind of Horace King.
And her singing was never publicly
heard, for ere the year of schooling end
ed, the plans.of her life were changed.
Fate Kept. in the disposal of Florence,
true to its fond anliphonals. In the very
place near N, not far from Linden
grove. and within rambling distance Of
the forget me- not glen. Horace King, in
exact similitude OF an absurd fancy of a
romantic girl, may often be seen now,
thoughtfully pacing its terrace or emerging
from its stately glades.
Returning to his native land, and inter-
esting himself both as artist and capitalist
in the manufactures of N, he has ac-
quired fame and fortune. His wife is IA
graceful lady. the mother of beautiful
children, and the favorite of circle Of
friends Of whose appreciation her husband
may we'll be proud.
Every one knows her as Mrs. King; but
her sweet. rich, ripping voice, which
holds the suprano In the choir of the vii
lage church, is the sunny inheritance of
Florence Grey.