The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-01-06
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debts. The son sold off all and paid them,
leaving himself, i believe, about half sui
fclent for the bare necessaries of life. So
be turned to what be loved best, painting
and has been working hard ever since.
He expects to make good thing of it.
let him come here TO copy, for he has
no conveniepces at his lodgings Poor
fellow better that he had been a painter
I of coach PAMELA fstsf-i M. - .. .-.
Why do you say that, Coram?"
IA man whose genius goes no higher
than coach-painting can bear rubs and
crosses. We can't. And Raby is so san.
guinei Thinks he is going to be sec>
ond Claude Lorraine. He is great in land
| scapes."
AT that moment they were interrupted
by Raby. he came across the room in
search of something wanted in his work,
and Sir Arthur Sax@bury saw that the
heaftx of the fsAss-z ss,et-A-.ssssd-t Ia sls
form. Not more than 1ddle height and
slender, his long arms and legs looked too
long for his body. He stopped in the
shoulders, he had a sensitive look of
physical weakness, and his gait was I'M
certain and timid. Coram laid his hand
on his shoulder. 'ss ---s o :
"This is Sir Arthur Saxonbury, of
whom you have heard SO much" he
Raby was unacquainted with the epl>
sode in his mothers early life, therefore
the flush that rose to, and dyed his face,
was caused only by the greeting of stran-
ger; with these sensitive natures, it is
sure to do 50, whether they be man or
woman. The bright color only served to
render him more like Maria Raby, and
Sir Arthur, in spite Of the sore feeling
her treatment had left, felt his heart warm
to her son. A wish half crossed his mind
that that that son was hIs-his heir; he
had no son, only daughters. Raby wac
astonished at the warmth of bis greeting,
Sir Arthur clasped and held his hand; he
turned with him to inspect the painting
he was engaged on. twas self-created
landscape. betraying great imaginative
power and genius; but genius. as yet, only
half cultivated. iF'e nj = -
"You have your work cut out for you"
observed Sir Arthur, who was an excel
lent judge of art and its indispensable
toll. =. -. :.
~ know it, Sir Arthur. / ought to
have begun the study earlier; but during
my fathers lifetime the opportunity was
not afforded me- 1t is all have to de-
pend on now, for with him died my
wealth and nv pros pects.p- - - =,
.'He had great wealth once. How
could he have been so reprehensible as
to dissipate it all, knowing there was one
to come after himYI inyoluntarily snoke
Sir Arthur. = 80 .
'These are thoughts that T avoid re.
piled Raby. "He was nv father.n
"Do YOU remember much of vour
mother?' -.
II remember her very well indeed. She
died when / was seven = wears old. Ali
the good that is in me L owe to her. IL
have never forgotten her early lessons or
her early love. I seen, 70, see her face
asplaifAy as saw it then. see it often
In my Dreams"
ut was face that the world does not
see too often" said Sir Arthur, whose
thoughts were buried in the past. "Your
Did you know my mother, Sir Ar
thur Fr o. e..-zr o. .5s
Once: when she was Miss Raby," an
swered the baronet, in an indifferent tone,
as he turned again to the painting.
Where do you liver he suddenly asked. |
II give my addaess here" answered |
the young man; MI. Coram allows me
to do so: though indeed it is never asked |
for. l have only room in an obscure
neighborhood. / cannot afford anything
better.
4 Sir Arthur Saxonbury smiled. "You
are not like most people" he said: 'they
generally strive to hide their fallen for
tunes; you make no secret of yours"
baby shook his head, and a strangely |
painful flush rose to his face. Hs pover>
tv was sore point with him, the-sense of |
disgrace 1t brought eating into his very |
heartstrings. ..l 49,.
my fallen fortunes have been a worlds |
talk" he answered. II could not keep
them secret If would" t.-.
Have you retained your former
friendsY asked Sir Arthur 3a
"Not one. Perhaps it is, in some de-
gree, my own fault, for my entire time is
given to painting. Few would care to
know or recognize me now: Raby Werner |
Raby, the son and heir of the rich and |
luxurious Werner Raby, who made some |
noise in tbs London world. and Raby, the
poor art-student, are two people. None |
have sought me since the change. Not |
one has addressed me with the kindness
aid sympathy that you have now, Sir Ar
thur" - -
81 shall see you again" remarked Sir |
Arthur, as he shook him by the hand, and |
turned away 10 the great artist and his |
paintings.
In the evening, Raby turned to his |
home-if the garrett he occupied could be |