The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1877-03-01

t Of the vast difference in costume. Ii
e . bewilierm-at Of acknowledgements
o be It understood, OF his own skill, bu
d OF her beauty-HIIary hardly knew
: whether he was on his head or hI
;, heels. A hand on his shou!del
j aroused him, aud turning, he wa
L face to face with Mr.. Hughes, his hos
D st Hsdenham.
!, "Giad to meet you, Mr.. Hillary.
: have been looking at your picture o
{ CroystOn Towers +; il is capital
!, recognized IL from its fidelity TO, th,
e sketch you showed me, which yOU
e made while staying with US but tht
!, figure, the young lady, that WAS mol
10 your original drawing, l think
: that supp,rse, was separate study
e which you did not show me >" anC
, there was an airy significance in Mr..
] Hughes last words.
! Recovering from his mOmentary
/ confusion, and STAN mering out some
{ thing about its being an efterthOught,
Frank saw that Mr.. Hughes made
I one OF the party that had been lOok-
: ing at bis picture.
, ut is capital likeness" continued
7 that gentleman. 81 know the lady
: intimately, and she is amazed and
} puzzled to imagine how you obtained
her portrait (; for she declares she
never sat to you, and Is highly in
! dignant. She wishes me to present
= you to her, however, that she may
} ask you and call you to account.
! Allow me; Mr.. Hilary, Miss
Daeres ;" and Frank Immediately
found himself bowling to his nymph
of the woods.
81 am rather pleased with your
picture, Mr.. Hilary" she said cOnde-
scendingly, IN voice that, notwith-
standing the hauteur Of its tone, set
his whole frame tingling. "It is very
like-the place, I mean We live
close to CrOyston, and 1 know it
WE'LL"
~ am glad you approve" said
Frank, now no longer blushipg, his
courage having risen to the occasion.
But, pray" she went on, "hoW
did you get like"
"Ah," he broke in, "I know what
you are going to say. l must ask
your forgiveness. a thousand par
dOns for having taken such q liberty !;
but it was irresistible-I mean, you
were irresistible +; as an artist your
sell, you can understand how well
you came against those dark ever
green's"
'Yes, you have made my dress tell
very well, grant," she said, glancing
toward the picture with an air Of pat
TOnsge "bnt want to know, and 1
insist on being told, how you were
able to make likeness of me ? and
how do you know 1 am an artist
Is there anything in my personal
appearance that suggests the e3-
thetic ?'
"Yes; particularly when see you
on q camp-stOOl, with a color-box on
your thumb w
PRAY, where did you ever see me
so ?'
"Why, there-where have paint
ed you !" and Hilary pointed to the
picture.
"Indeed was not aware that
was being watched. l did not know
that espionage was one of the many
accomplishments of painter ~
81 Apologies. 1 dared not let you
see me, or l should have lost my one
great opportunity but you had your
revenge, fancy" he added, looking
straight into her dsrk-gray eyes,
which she Immediately dropped.
81 don't understand" she said. "I
certainly did not see you when was
sketehing Old CrOystOn' Jan en-
phasis on "0id Croyston"-"On that
very fine st. Valentines day"
"Ah I" cried Frank "nO, you did
not see me then but how about the
next day and the next? They were
equally fine; did not you go again to
the oak copse ?''
"Reslly 1 don't remember" she
answered, little confused.
mo? There is picture over there
If you won't mind coming to the
other end Of the rOom-that might
possibly help your memory it is
rather q curious coincidence"
Frank offered his arm, and they
moved away, followed by Mr..
Hughes and his two elder daughters,
who were with him.
Hilary stopped, Of course, immedi-
stely in front Of his own portrait.
THAT'S it," be said. "Odd coinci-
dence, is it not IAN Artist Sketch
ing," instead of "A Lady Sketch
ing ?'"
She made a pretense of looking at
the picture, and then of searching for
it in the catalogue. Then she said
naively
"'Corisande Brown'-who is she ?"
"Ab, who indeed Whoever she
is, she is clever enough and you see
who she had been painting, don't
you?"
at is not unlike you, Mr.. Hilary"
she said, with an air OF supreme in
nocence.
"No, not very unlike indeed. ]
was so vain that wanted to buy it,
because it was like"
Sand you could not ?"
"NO; Corisande Brown won't sell
it,"
"You must take that as 8 cOmpli- |
ment; she does not want to part with
you %
"Ah, If could only think that !
But don't deserve such happiness, |
because, you see, hare sold her por- |
trait"-he chanced this bold shot
'aBd have been miserable ever since; |
and what's more, can't find out who |
has bought IT,"
perhaps Corisande Brown has |
bought it." said Miss Daeres arehly-
the shot seemed to have tOld-'per-
haps she wants it as a companion to |
her artist the drawings are much |
the same size, and would make hap
py pair-R. pair OF Valentines in
fact ~
Mr.. Hughes here interrupted and
changed the conversation by refer
ence to some other picture, to Franks /
infinite disgust and what with the |
jostling of the crowd aud the talk of
tue rest of the party, be never again |
that night got q word with Miss /
DAcres. He hovered round her, but /
ne had evidently no intention that
he should pursue the subject and 4
after a while Frank lost sight of her
and her friends entirely, as they |
mingled with the company. He was
in an agony of dispair, and rushed
wildly ABOUT the rooms; but people
were beginning to go now-the Royal
Academy soiree Of 1870 was over, and
the painter had to retire with the
rest, in a state Of detection that was
quite abject. Was there ever such
= fascinating, charming woman ?
he began to build the most stipend
Gus castles ia the sir. He must see
her again but how? He mad failed /
even to get Mr.. Hughes town address
and be was under an engagement to
leave London himself In q few days. /
Poor Frank he was hard hit-he
could not get over It. There was q
significance, too, he thought, about
all the circumstances quite remark
able and they were, 1t must be ad-
mitted, sufficient to make deep i'm
preston on the heart of q susceptible 4
and sensitive young artist; and we
all know how sensitive and suscepti- |
BILE artists are, both young and old.
THE PRIZE.
Once more the Winter came round. |
The occupations Of the interval had |
not diverted Franks thoughts he /
dreamt of his nymph OF the woods |
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