The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1879-02-06
OFCOURSE!

"Gwezdolen !" from Mrs. Oivis
Glenmoreland's sanctum.
"Jessiel from Mr.. Gerald Glen
moreland's studio.
"Yes, ma'am-yes, sir" from the
pretty little maid coming up the stairs
She stops moment when she reaches
the landing, as though considering which
summons to answer first, and as sbe
pauses, handsome young man leans
over the baluster and looks down upon
her, and as he looks he thinks he never
gazed upon prettier picture.
A slight, graceful young girl, with
serious, dark eyes, dehcately y-cutfeatures,
clear pale face, and light wavy brown
hair, showing little specks of gold as the
sunlight falls through the hall window
upon it, parted simply on the low, broad
brow aad rippliug away behind the
lovely ears until lost in the heavy Gre.
clan coil at the back of the small round
head; in q closely-clipging dress oi
some soft, dark material, with knot O,
garnet ribbon at the throat, and a sister
knot on each lace trimmed pocket of the
dainty white apron.
"Ohl I say, Browneyes," he calls
ont, cheerily, as the girl, becoming con.
scious OF bis presence, looks up with q
smile, "will you pose for mes"
Gas soon as I can, Mr.. Denys," she
replies, in a voice softer and sweeter,
but as frank and CHEEKY as his own.
"Your father and mother have both
called me. / must attend to them first. ii
And as the handsome head is Withdrawn,
she enters the room on the right, which
one can see at glance is the den of q
sculptor; and sculptor who, if it be
true that "good order is the foundation
of all good things, can never hope tc
attend any wondrous height in his pro-
fession. Half-fnished statuettes and
busts, dilapidated arms, legs, and torsos
in clay, plaster and marble, are standing
and lying about in the greatest confu
sion. Over Shakspeare's dome like fore
head droops broa1-brimmed hat; from
the throat of dancing faun stream the
long ends of silken neck-tie; and 6
flower girl offers with her flowers pail
of c1umpled kid gloves and soiled col.
lar. The sculptor himself-an odd-look.
ing man with wJldish black eyes, and 6
massive head covered with a tangled
mass of the darkest curls, gray thread
cleaning htro and there-attired in 6
blouse, The back of which alone gives 6
hint Of it's original color, is regarding
with critical gaze q half.modeled bus,
on the table before him, which in turn
regards him with the blank stare pecu.
liar TO its kind.
: "Ahi there you are," he says, ap
provingly, as Jessie comes quietly in.
"It is we'll. I want your nose, my
child. It's just the nose for Elaine.
Couldn't find better if searched the
wide world DER. Stand over there by
/. Hercules dear--and look al
Mephistopheles." And be. commences
to sing in a strong if not altogether mu.
sical voice the "Gold Song" from
"Faust," as the voice from the oppo.
site room calls again, !" Gwendolen."
Scan you spare my nose B. little
while, sir ?" asks the1 model, still look.
ing steadily at the grinning tempter in
the corner, but with gleam OF mischief
in her bonnie brown eyes. g Mrs.
G!enmoreland is calling"
"Oh ali, yes. Gwendolen - work.
ing away. How long have You beer
GSendolen?" -
Fortwo weeks past, sir Ever since
my mistress began The Princess ant
the Dairy Maid May I go, sir?" still
best of models, with her eyes fixed OF
the fend.