The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-06-14
TWO WORDS.

The suns declining rays streame
through the window, casting a roseat
hue over the statues and paintings in the
young artists studio, and resting, it
seemed, with sort of friendly pity,
upon the bowed form of the artist him
self.
Guy Levere sighed heavily as he raised
his head and gazed at an unfinished por-
trait on the easel before him. The last
touches were to be put to the drapery, and
then he must give up the picture, and
take his 800 for painting it.
1t was girls portrait. The soft blue
eyes looked smilingly out at him, the
brown hair rippled away from the white
forehead, the coral lips were closed, with
an expression of mirth lurking about
them
"And must give it up must give
it up" exclaimed the artist, making an
impatient movement, as if he would
clasp the inanimate thing to his heart.
ooh, Maud ! Maud p he whispered,
his grey eye softening with unutterable
tenderness, "you do not dream how
much love you. I believe you love me
in spite of my poverty. There is some
thing in your eyo3 as you look at me-
He stopped abruptly and turned the face
from him. A smile touched his lips, but
it was not a pleasant smile; it would have
hurt you, had you seen it, it was so cold
and bitter. He rose and walked to the
window, and looked gloomily into the
street. Guy Levere was intensely un-
happy at that moment.
eff there is any such thing as love, -
thought he, ''two young persons could
live ON $500 a year, but love = bah p
and yet his thoughts fingered fondIy
over one who he liked to think would
endure even poverty for sake of love.
He noticed a familiar carriage rolling
down the street. A small gloved hand
was waved at him from the carriage
window. He bowed and smiled
The carriage stopped close to the pave
mcnt, an elderly gentleman stepped out
and entered the studio.
"Ah, Levere, how are you progress
ing?" exclaimed the gentleman, with
drawing his glove, and pressing the
artists offered hand with bow as gra-
cious as if it had been millionaire he
was greeting.
Pretty favorably," replied the artist.
81 rather expected it to be finished, y
said Judge Allan, fumbling somewhat
nervously in his pocket
"Don't. L beg, Judge!'' exclaimed
Guy, as the gentleman produced a for
midable- looking pocket-book.
&C Pshaw, here's your money; the por-
trait is as good as finished. It's not
likely I'll call round again. I'll send
for it. And, for fear you'll think I've
made a mistake. I may as well mention
that there is $3.50 in the roll Don't look
blank, my good fellow; it is not copper
too much. Let me say that it is the
best thing of the kind I ever saw. You
are destined to make your mark
"Thank you, Judge, from my heart,
for your encouraging words, but, as ]
agreed to paint the picture fer S1OO, ]
positively refuse to take cent more"
Fudge do you suppose 1 am making
you present of it? I consider the por
trait worth it.
Guy turned his pale, proud face tow
ard the picture, and a yearning look IL
his eyes said plainly that if he possessed
it, thousands would not buy it.
''My dear Judge" said he, 81 have
no doubt that you really consider the
picture worth that, or may be mucl
more, but 1 can but repeat what l sait
before, 800 and not cent more.
The Judge bowed coldly, and a fain
flush crept up his face as he received thu
returned bills, but in his heart of heart
he liked him better for it.
Guy walked to the door with him
Judge Allan coughed once or twice in al
undecided way.
"Levere, said he, 50 if you are goinl
round to Harris this evening, I shoul'