The Beaufort tribune and Port Royal commercial. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1877-1879, 1877-08-02

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call physician" He could only answer
by sign not to do so. Mr.. Hargrave
handed him glass of water and held it
softly to his lips. He was touched by
Waldrayer's gentle and patient look.
'I am truly sorry for you" be said,
in tone unlike his usual imperious one.
"You must go to warmer climate, Mr..
Waldmyer. Unquestionably it would be
better for you than this changeful one
which tries even my healthful frame"
and he bowed himself from the room.
Hargrave was man, after all, of kind
feelings and strong benevolence. Per-
haps ne was not so much to blame for
not wishing Madeline to marry one like
Waldmyer. He was poor, i'll and lame;
and in his heart, Michael, ever candid
and right-judging, could not censure him
for the part which he had taken; while
yet he sighed bitterly over the destiny
which seemed to separate him from
Madeline Hargrave.
Madeline had gone from Waldmyer's
room to the house of a dear friend, Alice
Clifford, to whom the lovers had mutual
ly confded their hopes and fears. Alice
was the niece of Mr.. Lennox, who had
been so generous to Waldmyer, and it
was partly by her representations that
her uncle had become so interested in
the youthful artist.
"You will not hinder this, Madeline" {"
said Alice. "Do not ! for I feel that it
is his only chance for life. [ speak
plainly, for you must see that Waldmyer
is dying by inches-not so much from i'll
health, as that he is so hemmed III by
circumstances, so narrowed in his pros
poets, that he has become hopeless of
the future. I have talked long and
earnestly with him, dear Lima, and this
is my conviction, that he must 60 or
die eI'
Madeline thought of the blood, and
-shuddered.
"I will urge him to go, Aliee," she
answered. 81 have done so already.
God knows that would not stand in
his path. will &C to him again." and
she added, with quivering lip, "poor
fellow, he shall CO."
She did 60 to him and he consented
to 60. Over their parting, we must not
hnger. It was full of sorrow too
sacred to be revealed; the sorrow which
looks on death as near and certain.
1t was on morning in the latter part
of July that Waldmyer sailed for Italy.
He arrived in safety, and wrote, full Of
hope and reviving health, to Madeline.
Several months elapsed after this, and he
was rarely heard from. Alice Clifford,
however, received letter from friend
at Rome, which contained this para
graph:
"By the way, Alice, one of your far.
famed American youths, whose praises
you have so often trumpeted, is here;
and if those who are tall and straight
and healthy among them can compare
with this one, I will concede to you
what I have 80 often disputed-the
superiority of American artists in points
independent of their art. You know
that you have claimed for your country
men that they were not only professional,
but that the profession was only an
adjunct to the man himself while I,
alas, was forced to admit that our artists
have, in general, no claim-beyond their
actual profession-to intellectual wealth.
"But take it, Alice, that this youth
must be an exception; for, although he
is suffering from excessive lameness, and
is often embarrassed in company, from
his continual dependence on his crutches,
yet I assure you he is highly distin-
guished here, for his professional talents,
for the mournful beauty of his face and
for his intellectual requirements. He is
studying with one of our first artists,
and bids fair to paint well; understand
me, Alice, not as Italians paint, but as ]
well as Americans can paint. For the
rest, I will only say that this wonderful
youth is called Michael Waldmyer, and
if he were not an American, I should
expect him some day to rank with our
best artists.
"What a teasing thing Agnes is,
Uncle Lennox," said Alice, as she showed
him the letter. eve have disputed so
many times about American talent, that
she considers herself bound to keep
up the quarrel. Well. forgive her in
consideration of what she admits, and
will 90 to Madeline with the letter.
Even its qualified praise will rejoice her"
The year waned and ended, and it was
not until the second had nearly expired,
that Waldmyer returned to his native
shores. Unknown to any one. Mr.. Len
nox had furnished him with the funds
which should enable him to pass few
months with an eminent surgeon, who
had so far succeeded as to allow him to
walk without pain, and occasionally to
dispense with any other support than
light crutch and another persons arm.
He thus looked very little taller than
before. His face wore hopeful ex-
preston, and there was lighting up of
the countenance, which no one ever saw
there in the old time.
Mr.. Lennox did nothing by halves;
and almost before the arrival of the
steamer that broughthim was announced,
a splendid room was fitted up with every
requisite for the pursuit of art that could
be desired.
"Who is going to wear that splendid
dressing gown and cap ?" asked Mr.. Len
nox, as he saw Alice finishing them.
"They are for your favorite, Mr..
Waldmyer," she answered..
Excellent I believe they are the
only things I did not provide. Purple
velvet, I declare! Just the color of Ra-
phaels. Why, Alice, I should think you
were in love with Mr.. Waldmyer, your
self; will certainly tell Lima to watch
you or you will run away with her lover.
Nav Won cannot do that. Miss Alice, for
poor Waldmyer snot given to running"