The Van Buren press., 1875-06-29

NuluS tuat Ntutultu w iti my motuCi
what had done.
You are n fool said she, with acerb.
ty. Your dollar is as clean thrown away
as if you had pitched it down the we'll,
and am 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 farm
house door and Hubert Leslie came back
with his easel and stretching umbrella,
ventured to ask him of Stella
oh said he, that black eyed girl,
with the Spanish face! fes, remember
now. got her place as childs nurse,
with my cousin, Mrs. Evelyn, hut she ran
away within the MONTH
Never mind, Ellie, said Mr. Leslie,
kindly, "a good action is never entirely
thrown away. Stella Seve,n's gypsy blood
could i'll bear constraint> but l don
think she II forget you, all that,
That was just before Hubert Leslie
asked me to be his wife. We were mar
ried the next spring, and went to New
York to live.
We had little bit of room, opening
out Of Hubert's studio, where we kept
house like pair Of turtle doves in anest.
Although Hubert was such a genius, and
had painted 50 many beautiful pictures,
he was Young, and we found it hard to
live, particularly after thetwins had open
ed their blue eyes on the wiHtry sunshine
glorious February day had done g
little fancy neede-work forthe store here
toforc; but now my hands were tied and
it was hard to see the shadows creep over
Ilubcrt's brow, and know that had no
power to lift them.
SO the years went by. More little ones
clustered around our scauty board, and,
although Hubert worked hard and con.
sclcntiously, there were other artists who
pandered to the public caste, and receiy
ed more orders. We were very poor
Hubert, said | one day, when the
load Of poverty had been almost more
than we could bear, don't you wish you
never had married ?
Do wish the sunshine had never
come into my life 2 he asked. Never
put that question again, little wife What
would existence he wor,A, without you
and the bairnies =
If you could only sci that thousand
dollar picture, | sighed thinking orsomc
thing that had been N the easel for
months He shrugged MS shoulders,
Harper says it isn't worth n copper,
said he. Harper thnas it is far beyond
the popular standard cr appreciation
sighed; but in spite of our priva.
tions, would not have asked Hubert to
lower his grand ideal OF art | was proud
of it. | was proud % aim.
Hubert came in from his studio, next
DAY, with n radiant fatb
WHEY, tbe goidc" eitas eiawned and
pure art is appreciated at last. | nave
sold my picture
Not the Sunrise Hulert?'
Yes, the Sunrise Here's a check
for a thousand dollars signed by Sgno-
ra Estella Scvernin, the prima donna
who is singing at the Academy. She is
in the studio, and says she wants to be
introduced to the artists wife
Bu', HILBERT, my dress! My gingham
dress
oh, your dress is good enough, MIRA.
Cinderella he cried laughing, as he
drew me towards the door.
A lady sat in the model chair-a tall ,
superbly moulded ladl, dressed in black
velvet and an Indian shawl, with ha,r Of
rippled purplish black and large dusky
eyes. The instant she looked up, knew
her again.
Stella Stella Severnn | cried, with a
sort OF gasp.
She rose, laughing and crying, and ran
into my arms
Ellie, darling. to think we should meet
after all these years
She teld me, then, her story. How, af-
ter long battling with the worlds viciss-
tudes, she had come across an opera man
ager, who perceived the hidden treasure
that existed in her voice, and voluntarily
assumed the expense Of training it.
And am rich and famous, now.
said she, ! cen pay back the debt |
owe to you, Eflie for think, if it had
not been for you, and your dollar bill
that winter night, should have been
driven to swallow the little vial of lauda-
mum had already in my pocket
'Oh, Stella"
'Ah. but | should You 10 not under.
stand how prosecuted and haunted was,
E0le-but, thank God, that is overt
Signora Severini's thousand dollar
check was the beginning Of our new for
tunes, it was the fashion to copy her
whms and caprices Otner people bought
because she did-and pretty soon we were
able to move into pretty cottage of our
own in the suburbs
And when my mother and Deacon Cor
nell. down in the country, heard what
Stella Severn had become. she declared
sagoly:
We'll, there's never any telling how
things may turn out in this world =
Gy~John Quincy Adams was undoubt.
ollv tho most culturpd prnsidonf who ay