Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1880-09-10


frightened face and despairing eyes.
child's dying, The doctor says she may
pass away without waking from the
stupor she's in. Come and see her
once again before she dies
Carew bad never more than CON
fused and misty recollection Of the
minutes that followed. He remember
ed dimly 4 somewhat large room, airy,
fresh and cool, rs BELTS the chamber
which science and affection contend
with the demon Of fever. The IN
hausted nurse had retired to her room
to rest; But from the pillows Of the
bed there looked forth n wasted. strange
ly-solcmn face, more beautiful in its
strange stiffness than it had been in the
serene seriousness of health. The ewes
We're closed; it seemed the face of one
dead
The great grief had already wrapped
her with its shadow had impaired to
the mother selfrestraint and dignity
that in ordinary occasions were foreign
to her nature. She burst into no loud
paroxysm of weeping; nor did the an
quish stamped upon her features find
expression in multiplied complaints.
For the first few minutes that the pair
stood there, all Mrs. Wolfe, said was.
There's death in her face, YOU see
Mr., Carew, Gods taking from me my
daughter"
Il want you to paint her for me. y
she went on presently, There never
was such Il face rs hers in Furness; and
now shes dying, she's more beautiful
than ever. Paint her, give me II
picture of her sweet face, that when
she's gone from me | may have some
thing to look on that will remind me of
her, and keep me from going mad.
Carew, unable to trust his voice, 81
lently signed assent. He fetched his
sketching materials, and fell quietly to
work. Mrs. Wolfe after watching him
for II while in silence, felt her grief
rising chokingly in her throat, and went
away to her own room to sob and pray
The August day stole on, still and
breathleSs, rs if the wind and the birds
in woods and the very leaves and wa
tiers had all hushcd themselves in
Reorganization of the presence of death.
About the time when the western sky
was flushed with fever of sunset and
the shadows like coiin-pals were trail
ing across grass and woodland, Carew
laid down his brush, and looked from
the imagcd face that had grown be-
meath his skillful fingers to that other
face shroudcd BY curtain and pillow.
he had finished his task.
Mrs. Wolfe had returned to the bed
side of her inscnsihIe daughter, and
sat now IN a chair by one of the win
dows, lost i'll sorrowfu thoughts, and
motionless rs the twilight Carew
stepped lightly past her, and bent over
the face on the pillow. Would those
sealed lids never unclosc again? Must
this stupor rs the physician had fear
ed, glide insensibly into an enduring
Sleep
"lt looks like Sleep" he thought.
He touched the widow gently ON the
arm. Sec, Mrs. Wolfe, how happy
her face is. This is sleep that God is
giving her 1t can't be death.
His companion rose, and the two
stood side by side, looking earnestly on
the wasted cheek and dropping eve
lash. oh, if She would but open her
eyes again said the mother, sorrow
fully.
As if the wish had been summons,
the eyes Of the sleeper Enclosed them
selves, and Margaret looked ut the two
before her Mother" She said, in
that most delightful of notes.-the voice
of the rescued one who has passed
safely the crisis OF fever and shaken off
its delirium-"Mr. Carcw,"
In the Academy exhibition of the
following year, few pictures were more
noticed than the single canvass contri-
buted 10y Francis Leigh Carcw, \. r.
A. The scene of this painting was laid
i'll the chapel of the ruined Abbey of
Furness; the hour was that of mid
summer twilight, From the central
niche of the three seats of carvcn stone
that adorn the chapel, Il girlish face
looked forth, wondering but undiSmay-
ed, upon the apparition that confronted
her This was the ghostly figure of IN
abbot, unsubStanual yet distinct, and
frowning Indignantly upon the fair
creature before him The girl held III
her hand M antique jewel caskct, from
which il wealth Of pearl and ruby had
showered out into her lap. This treas
ire the dim hand Of the phantom Was
extended to reclaim.
Three or four days after the opening
Of the exhibition there halted before
the already purchased picture u young
couple for whom it evidently possessed
no common interest. The hour was
questionable, and the room almost
empty, and To these facts rather than
to her thin veil, and eyes aglow with
radiant happiness, Margaret Carew
owed II that no inquisitivc stare and
whisper proclaimed her revealed to
others than her husband rs the original
of the ghost-cenfronted maiden of the
picture.
Il found something better IN the Alb
ley than pearls and rubcS Frank,
she said, ut last Then, u.s. Carcw, dis
turbed from his visions of midsummer
twilights, and rocks sailing III the glow
Of sunset above an ancient ruin, looked
around III her her eloquent eye and
mobile liz whispered q him, Ny hus-
band
Carew made no answer until they
had reached home, nor, indeed for