Ellsworth American., 1876-11-02

land And it may be that one Of his CON.
panious In that edlfying round could &c
back farther than those London days, and
recall long rambles In Flerentine galleries
when few, plain. thoughtful words had
provoked . wistful sympathy and quick
ened q girlish mind to unaffected zest.
Ii Is scarcely possible to know less, in 4
worldly sense, Of n young gentleman, whom
one chance or another has repeatedly
thrown In your society, than the Tyrrells
knew OF Mr. Lyon. Concerning his out
ward circumstances and personal history
beyond the fact that he saw q class-mate
and friend ofmine. those ladies were quite
10 the dark. Not that Robin could lay
claim TO that austere discretion and nice
reserve which some circumspect but rather
empty pated fellows succeed In passing
for the very finest breeding. On the con
tsry, be would chat most freely about hli
little triumphs and reyerses, his aversions
and private hobbies, and conide to you
on moderate encouragement the cherished
dreams and wishes OF his heart. But then
these all happened to be bound up with
his vocation OF painter, which did. In truth,
evoke what solicitude and feryor he had
and II no more occurred to this eccentric
youth TO call the roll of his connections
aud acQuaintances, or descent on domes-
tic matters and the doings Of the people
At home, than ii occurs TO many lively
persons TO talk of anything else. You
might As protitsbly applaud the sprouts OF
a,poiato for feeling their way toward sun.
shine. as try TO make Robin comprehend
that his own earlier struggles were any
wise coumendsble or note worthy.
His reticence did not offend Miss Tyrell.
A capricious. fsnciful, rather arbitrary
young woman WAS my cousin, who re-
member. at our children's parties would
often tease the with her way v ard behavior,
and WAS accounted by some juvenile ad-
mlrers OF quite captious and sarcastic
turn And TO this day many ingenious
gentlemen, whose sprightly anecdotes
hnd favor In drawing rooms, do not es-
teem Miss ~ rrell sympathetic.
Now an srtless hesdlong enthusiast.
Ike my friend Robin, would make. | should
suppose. n capital butt for female raillery /;
yet. strange 10 say. this variable damsel
bore herself very humbly In his society,
and ah.r those Florence experiences be-
tore referred 10. would let him pour forth
bis qurks and theories wild enough.
dare say J, for hours 10 gether. Or 1t
might be. when a pause fell. she wonld
hazard some queer little notion OF her own,
which Rob WAS sure TO proclaim vastly
suggestive, will not quarrel. however
becsused high flown rhapsodst may
have preferred apirl's company to my
own. for while have read Iline, and can
impsrt TO my discourse. when | choose, a
very delicate athetic flavor. | trust grad
uzte too justly the claims OF life to dxwdle
away my mornings in art galleries, or
climb steep hills. as Clara will. TO see the
sun pop out some seconds earlier.
would not deny that Bob's absorption
10 his art. and single hearted devotion to
that mistress is very hne thing indeed.
and 4 refreshing spectacle In these languid
times; but obviously il must isolate the
artist from the sympathes and pleasant
commerce OF bis kind. and lead him into
many gaucheries and some neglect Of the
social amenities, Whether Robin had
luckily escaped those uDtoward conse-
9aenc.ess. .s.to may appear from q! some account cunt
took place, the evening before his depart
ure. Bear In mind that he was practically
taking leave OF the young lady, as it was
most unlikely she would see him in the
morning.
And you mean to bury yourself in a
farmhouse, the whole summer? Miss
Clara said 10 Mr.. Lyon having for once
been persuaded 10 discuss mundane topics.
i give yon month you're no Arab after
and We shall welcome you back TO civilliz-
ed lite. We-that is mamma, wants you
to come TO Newport.
You don't know my country said hon
est Robin; i think no man leaves it will
ingly. You would love its rugged scenery,
| know that. There's nothing like II east
ofihe Sierra
This was the moment to ascertain the
precise state and country wherin the
homestead lay. but the damsels mind per-
haps was not dwelling on matters geo
graphically.
i might like IT,, she said dubiously.
for a week or two; but | should perish
with nobody 10 talk TO. or course there
can be no society-this WAS put forward
int.rrogstively.-'no that you would
care for in those wilds!'
Only my own people. said Robin, gent
ly. They are fond OF me, of them
o. she began. and stoppeQ suddenly.
flushing quite rosy with regret self.re-
proach | suspect Miss Tyrrell, intent
on a certslu vein OF inquiry, had dropped
unconciouslv that angrscious phrase. She
tried another tack.
NV poor picture-'this was u portrait
Mr. Lyon had been commissioned to paint
will you promise not TO he. lect Il! Per-
haphs il might better wait till autumn.
Are yeu sure you shall need no more sit
tingsf
Quite sure he said. 1t ought to be
finished in a week. I'll touch nothing un-
till 1t Is done Miss Tyrrsll' and then for.
ward il instantly.
Perhaps the covenant to cede so prompt
" q lsdy's likeness is no, particularly
fattering and probably you, accomplished
reader, would have given the speech a
pretty turn. but blundering Bob make
matters worse. Il only hope Mrs. Tyrreli
may like it, he went on. | shall do my
best, but portraiture is rather out OF my
line The fact is my hearts not in it,
And then they began 70 talk of other
things.
Now l ask. was this correct mode Of
parting from young woman OF fortune
who had really gone out Of her way to
notice aud be kind to a struggling artist
on the eve. too, of protracted separa.
ton?
When Aunt Tyrrell, next morning, af-
ter wishing the young painter good speed.
went to her daughted's room, she found
Miss Clara dressed and weeping. OF
course she had the girl in her arms in a
moment.
NV child, my own, what was thinking
Of? o. NV love, my daring But who
can paint the paintings ana SOFT m0Ans OF
the parent dove fondling her stricken
nesting and soothing It?
cannot tell what tender story was
whispered In that rapt ear, put something
| 1t certainly was which made mamma ruff,
| fie her plumage fiei cely.
Hes q selfish, moon struck brute she
| cried; 4 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 Grammercy park
that evening, Of course the hawk hst
flown and in perfect keeping with his tire
some heedlessness, neglecting to leave hii
address.
somewhere In New England said Aun
Tyrrell. peevishly. and vague reminiscent
ces Of the college catalogue helped me tC
place Bob. home toward the far north.
.And what do you think OF my nrien'
Robin? isn't he rare palace Of rural hon
esty = were my next questions; and her
the acute female Intellect might hav
drawn shrewd conclusions from m
aunt's catious. cynical replies, and pei