The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-07-26


/ fore To ) gcutlemau who woula Ike two
moro sbAkspcarekn sublscls, u she voala
paint them.
Z What an impslas that gave her.--The
path 70 glory seemed opening before hor.
She walked home as II crowned with lao.
rel, aad entered The little .emi.dctaehed
house IS abe would the Temple Of Fame /.
The tvo shAkspeteAn sasjocts met with
success, and put . few poands IN Edilhls
purse.
Mrs. Gfisrsou bega0 D complain that
Edith heser lefl her easel now except to
Suelfs; then Edith wosld comfort her
bF promising her Al soIls Of luxuries
when she should be Royal AcAdame-
clan, or something equivalent to H.
Edith had The languh Italian tempers-
menl, inherited from her mother, but she
also had The ItalisM yengefulnes-, aud
The Insult she had received was a spur to
her Ambision. She worked aud studied
early sDd late, and 4 ever her energy
Jagged, QUE thoagbt Of the words that
had been spoken ald the reason for
which they were sad, would sting her 70
the quick, aud nerve her to even greater
energy than before.
The path was much less ihorDy than she
had expected. she found herself, she
scarcely knew how, put IN the way of
good models aud words Of instruction,
Then one or two eekbrated artists began
to notice the pictures with "E. G." tucked
away in one corner aud the quiet little
studie bad often held many an "R. A."
Edith had long sinn removed to Il "feal
sludio," as Mrs. Grierson called II, and
reveled In The good light and abundance
OF room, her pictues gaining color and
strength like plaus. None of them as
pired 10 Scenes fron Macbeth now. "E.
G. had gained msdesty with knowledge
and knew what WIS beyond her depth.
The years pass quickly by sometimes.
aud yet work wbndrous changes, and
when five had been counted from that
May day when Macbeth was turned out
OF the exhibition ,"E. g." found herself
really famous and nearly rich Her
mother conld no longer lament by.gole
days on the seoreof lodgings, fors pretty
villa ut Bayswaer was their home, ard
the selni-detached house was & nightmare
of the past.
Time can not accomplish sl ihiugS
however, aud be had failed TO quench
Edith's bitter hatred toward Stretion,
that burned as fcrcely as when, lus-
trum ago, she hsi first heard that he had
reyiled her picture out of spite. The
tables were turnfd she was rich, be was
poor she was famous, and he was
scarcely known yet II seemed as if her
triumph lacked the climax of revenge.
But the time was not far distant when
that finishing touch could be added If she
chose.
One evening at little dinner party
given in her honor, Edith heard that
Stretton was vry i'll and In really desli-
tute circumstances. She sat perfectly
silent, while small fire of Calculations
ran round the table. Nearly every one
knew and liked StrettoD, and were
lawfully sorry" or Every much dis
,ressed, as there inclinations were tow
ard slang or pue English. Some won
dered that, with his rare talent, he had
not been more successful pecuniarily !;
but be seemed TO neglect his opportuni-
ties; he was iatbr dilettante in art; it
was q great pity, be was snch good fel-
low; something must be done, etc.
The fact WAS that Strettop was too true
an artist TO become tFadesman In his
profession. he studied nature and scorn-
ed all tricks--tkese tricks that make
money In this world. Alasl he was be-
fore bis age. Yet be was by no means o
failure, and people were just beginning
dimly TO appreciate his wonderful ability
when this illhess came and "knockcd his
| labors all end@ays," as little Boggs would
| phrase 1t. Iht that same illness brought
out the kind, stanch English hearts, and
! his friends b,came sdmirers. and his ad-
mirers irienls, as the subject was dis.
cussed over G-h aud game. Edith merely
looked grim. aud asked for his address,
which she tack down carefully ia her
notebook.
The following day slie fought Tie whole
thing out in her mind: she would go and
visit bin IN all the glory OF her pros
peiity; she would let him see that the
artlst, whose picture he had treated with
such open scOrn, had found success but
she checked herself lit was not right TO
give way 10 such feelings. The poor fell
low was sick aud helpless; she should
nel go to see him just from revenge. She
began talhink that chcrishing hatred had
warped one side of her nature. Once she
would have shrunk with horror from
ttsmphng on fallen foe-hitting fel.
low when he's down. lie certainly had
behaved contemptibly, but Well, she
would forgive him, and 60 TO him In
Christian Charity; and, at The same time,
she would not object TO his being con-
scious that she had prospered. So that
afternoon, with what are called mixed
motives, believe, she stepped into her
little brougham, dressed in the richest OF
black silks to express long bank &C.
count, aud carrying basket Of peaches
aud white grapes to express The Christian
charity part.
She stopped at a carewOrn-looking
house, where a neat, faded old woman
opened the door, and, upon Mr.. Strettdn
beiny manfred tor directed her fo tho