The Republican journal., 1877-07-05

insult she had received was a spur to he
ambition. She worked and studied earl
ana late, and if ever her energy Tagged
one thought Of the words that had bee
spoken, and the reason for which the
were said, would sting her to the Quick
and nerve her to even greater energ
than before.
The path was much less tholny thai
she mad expected; she found herself, sh
scarcely knew how, put in the way O
good models and words OF instruction
1hen one or two celebrated artists be
gan to notice the pictures with "E. G.
tucked away IN one corner. and the uujc
llttle studio often held many an "R. A.
Edlth tlad long since removed to a .!rea
studio" as Mrs. Gricrson called il. an,
reNeled in the good light and abundanc,
ol room, her pictures gaining color ant
strength like plants. None of them as
pred to ''scenes from Macbeth" now. "E
e." had gained modesty with knowledge
ami knew What was beyond her depth.
The years pass quickly by sometimes
and YET work Wondrous changes, anu
when five had been counted from that
May day when Macbeth was turned ouI
W 'iiN N+Nlit'itl'li. II. W. lDtllHt it'IStI
really famous and nearly rich. iIel
mother could no longer lament hy-goBt
days on the score Of lodgings, for It pretty
villa at BaysWatcr was their home. and
the Scml-dctached house Was nightmare
OF the past.
lime can not accomplish all things.
however. and he had failed to uuench
Edth's bitter hatred toward Stretton. that
burned as tiercely as when a lustrum apo
she had first heard that he had rcvilr,l
her picture cut of spite. The tables were
turned; She WAS rich, and he was poor ;
she was famous, and his name was scarce
! ly known; yet it seemed as if her triumph
lacked the climax OF revenge But the
time Was not far distant when that finish
ing touch could be added if She chose.
one evening at a little dinner party
given in her honor Edith heard that
| Stretton was very i'll and in really desti-
tute circumstances. She sat perfectly
silent, while a small fire of calculations
ran round the table. Nearly every one
knew and liked Stretton. and were all
lawfully sorry or every much Distress
ed" as their inclinations were toward
slang or pure English. Some wondered
eiit'b' WIN tlit ltClll llt lltl llt)l Dttn
more successful pecuniarilv: but he SEEM
ed to neglect his opportunities; he Was
rather Il dllettante in art it was a great
pity, he was such a good fellow some
thing must be done, etc. etc.
lhc tact was that StrettOn was too true
an ARTIST to become Il tradeSman in his
profession. He studied nature and Scorned
all trlcks--thOse tricks that make money
IN this world. Alas he was before his
age. Yet he was 10y no means Il failure.
and people We're Just beginning dimlv to
appreciate his wonderful ability, when
this Illness came and "bnocked his labors
all endWays, us little Boggs would phrase
1t. But that same illness brought out
the kind, stanch English hearts, and his
friends became admirers. and his admir-
crs friends, as the subject was discussed
oyer fish and game Edith merely looked
grim, and asked for his address, which
she took down carefully in her notebook.
The following day she fought the Whole
thing out in her mind she would 90 and
visit him in all the glory OF her prUsperi-
ty: she would let him see that the artist.
whose picture he had treated with such
open scoln, had found success: but-she
,ya1 tn ,l,nh t,o,;,. ''' NV, W. ii' ~, 1i't
wal onl, and ,oInln5-', ,1,, ~ 'Ii 'o.'""
gan to thhK that ciciSiinci ci"!'',' tt't ~
warped one side of her nature. once
she would have shrunt with horror from
trampiny on fallen foe ''hlttmg Il ltI-
low when he's down" He certainly had
behaved contemptibly. but Wen, she
would forgive him, and 90 to him in
Christian charity; and, at the same time,
she would not object to his being con
scious that she had prosptred. SO that
attcrnnon With what are called mixed
motives, believe, She stepped into her
little broughman, dressed III the richest
of black silks to express a long bank ac-
count, and carrying basket Of peaches
and white grapes to express the Christian
charity part.
She stopped at IL carcWoln looking
house where It neat, faded old woman
opened the door, and, upon MIR. Stretton
being inquired for, directed her I" the
"second floor, front She was lame, OF
she would 90 up herself, and her sister
was out who usually answered the bell
SO Miss Glierson mounted the stairs alone.
and tapped ut the second floor front" In
Il moment little Boggs appeared, with very
red eyes, and rather sternly ushered her
in, without Il word Of greeting.
Edith began, graciously, GLOW do You
do. Mr.. BOggs | came" but stopped
short, petri1ed. Was that her "Sccne
from Macbeth' hanging over the mantel-
piece! AS surely as it w;ts the :4!st Of
MAY, and that she was alive and breath
ing And what were those smaller ones
an pithrr SIpP Two StuditS from SlukS-
peare, with .E.. c." in the corner. She
slowly surveyed the walls. They were
covered with her earlier pictures those
that she had carried to Smells with her
own hands.
.Well, you've found ii out at las11, said
little Boggs, Watching her, with folded
arms.
..What does it mean ?" she gasped.
1.Mean :" cried little Boggs. recklesSlN.
..Wcll. he can't live more than two hours,
and YOU might as we'll know all. 1t means
that he has sacrificed his whole life