New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-01-09

| in his art. and singie-heartsd devotion to
| that mistress, IL . very fine thing indeed,
| and . refreshing spectacle in these languid
| times; but obviously 1t must isolate tho
artist from the syDpathies and pleasant
| commerce of his kind, and lead him into
| social amenities. Whether Robin had
luckily escaped those untoward c0nse-
| quences may appear from some account OF
| an interview with Miss Tyrrell, which took
| place the evening before his departure.
Bear in mind that he was practically TAX
| ing leave of the young lady, as it was most
unlikely she would see him in the morning.
/ And you mean to bury yourself in
farmhouse the whole eummer!" Miss Clara
said to Mr.. Lyon, having Tor once been per-
| euaded to discuss mundane topics. II give
| Won q month; you're no Arab, after all.
You'll soon weary of those deserts, and we
shall welcome you back to civilized life.
We-that ie, mamma, wants you to come to
| Newport.
You don't know my country" said hon.
| est Robin; Il think no man leaves it will
| l know that. There's nothing like it east
of the Sierra"
This was the moment to aacert ain the pre-
| else State and county wherein the home
stead lay, but the dsmsel's mind perhape,
was not dwelling on matters ge0graph-
icslly.
.Imight ike it," she said obviously, '.for
| q week or two; bat should perish with no.
body to talk to. Of course there can be no
society"-this was put forward interrog-
atively-',none that you would care for, in
| those wilds?'
"Only my own people" said Robin, gently.
"They are fond of me, l of them"
"O,," she began. and stopped suddenly,
| flushing quite rosy with regret and self re-
proach. l suspect Miss Tyrrell, intent on Q
certain vein Of inquiry. had dropped uncon-
sciously that ungracious phrase. She tried
another track.
my poor picture"-tbis was portrait
Mr. Lyon had been commissioned to paint
twill you promise not to neglect it3 Perhaps
| it might better wait till autumn. Are you
sure yOu need no more sittings2'
"Quite sure" he said. 1T ought to be
finished in week. I'll touch nothing until
it is done, Miss Tyrrell, and then forward it
instantly.
Perhaps the covenant to cede go promptly
Q lady g likeness 10 not particularly fatter-
ing, and probably you, accomplished read
or, would have given the speech q pretty
worse. II only hope Mrs Tyrrell may like
it," he went on. II shall do my best, but
portraiture is rather out of my line: The
fact is, my hearts not in it," And then
they began to talk Of other things.
Now, l ask, was this q correct mode of
parting from young woman Of fortune,
who had really gone out of her way to no.
tice and be kind to struggling srtist-on
the eve. too, of . prOtracted separation!
When Aunt Tyrrell, next morning, after
wishing the young painter godspeed, went
to her daughters room, she found Miss
Clara dressed, and weeping. Of course she
had the girl in her arms in q moment.
my child, my own, what was thinking
off, o, my love, my darling" But who
can paint the paintings and soft means of
the parent dove fondhng her stricken nest
ling and soothing it9
l can not tell what tender story was whis-
pered in that rspt ear, but something it
certainly was which made mamma rutfle
her plumage fercely.
Hes q selfish, m0On-struck brute" she
crled; Il wish we had never seen him.
And feeling of resentment, akin to hatred,
against that poor. harmless Robin began to
stir in the maternal bosom.
When appeared in Gramercy park that
evening, of course the hawk bad flown, and,
IN perfect keeping with his tiresome heed
lessness, neglected to leave his address.
Somewhere in New England" said Aunt
Tyrrell. peevishly, aud vague "reminiscences
of the college catalogue helped me to place
Bob's home toward the far north.
And what do you think Of my friend
Robin2 Isn't he rare piece Of rural hon
estyv were my next questions; and here
the acute female intellect might have |
drawn shrewd conclusions from my aunt's |
cynical repliep, and perhaps con- |
nected them with Miss Clara's listless, alb.
stracted ali.
But the reader doubtless understands that |
the scenes and incidents heretofore recorded, |
az we'll as others to be presently set forth, |
were made known to the writer at period |
subsequent to their actual oc
thought him at this juncture to cOmmu-
nicate little Circumstance calculated to
dispel with magic cOgency the worst symp-
toms of q certain distemper, and cause the |
mind of q we'll regulated young woman to
recover instantly its normal tone. / mean
the circumstance of my friends engage
nent, which might, without much diff
Guilty, have resuscitated from my memory |
the idiot had engaged himself before be
LIKENESS of Q rosy-cheeked, busting Lass
who, on class day, danced with ardOr upon
he college green, and betrayed lively in
crest and sense Of proprietorship in Master
Bob's concerns.
While was Eliminating on Aunt Tyrrelrs
,quivOcal demeanOr, and my kinswOman,
~ sheer want of confidence, lost the COM
ort and healing virtues of q timely word.
dr. Lyon was rapidly nearing the natal viii
age, which proved to be-as Ruessed-in
New Hampshire, and was, in fact, NO other
han the township of Conway, in the country
# Carroll. 1t was late at night when he
he farm, and, leaving his traps on the &C.
,ure platform, Get out cheerily to walk
home.
How we'll he knew the road! There was
he red schOOlhouse and the Baptist Church, |
he clump of NAPLES at the Four corners.
That was the SacO humming on his left,
threading the meadows, and feeding the |
'ool above Squire Aliens mill; and here
we're sheep on the upland-Ruth's sheep, |
in the dry June weather:
Vest and north rose familiar hills, clothed |
20 the peak with pines and hemlock, kneel- |
ng, it seemed, before the mountain lords |
hat reared above them their bare heads, |
yaunt and weird enough in the moonlight, |
md hid somewhere in their shadow the |
wonders of the haunted Notch.
He spied the CLEAN of candle-in the |
room, NO doubt-as he swung open |
! little gate and strobe up the graveled |
walk fianked with sunfl0wers and holly |
aocks. THAT is Ruth darning and mend |
ng-faithful SOUL" he thought, letting the |
,lapper fall against the door, and Ruth, in
deed, it was, who trotted forward in great |
amaze, thurst back bolt nervOusly, stared |
q second doubtfully into his eyes, then |
caught him in warm embrace.
rs it you, Bob-really you3" cried the |
Eager girl. "Come to the light-let me see
your face!' She led him to the low-ceiled |
room, where all looked spruce and prim, |
and neat o. wax. why, how you've |
grown" she said, scanning her cousin with |
eyes. "You've got beard, too
a oroat hrovn haard Ia il the faahiOn