Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-04-09

lett nlm; ana equally OF COURSE AT lne |
end of two years the story was not fin
ished. My friend is only dahbler, |
and seldom brings any of his efforts in
art or literature to a fruitful issue.
little thought that it would devolve on
me to take up the thread of this one,
and finish it for him.
Before parting, however, asked;
"Did you see the girls faceP" mot
very clearly. The light was dim. l
could not distinguish her features pre-
cisely, nor the color OF her eyes, nor
any details exactly, you understand;
yet there was a loo" he went on aft
er a pause" which reminded me Of
somebody, or l thought it did, / could
not tell whom, that had seen before.
Il was n mere impression, quite un-
formed, vague TO a degree. ! had for
gotten, even, that anything of the kind
crossed my mind until you asked the
question" "Would you know her
againP"
Humphp'--he hesitated-'I 1 hard
ly know. think should if she were
similarly dressed and posed" Then he
said good-by; and for two years do
not think we have mentioned the sub
iect above twice-once, when [ in
quired if he had finished the story, and
once later on, when, if did not clear
il up, ut least threw weird light upon
the mystery-the light by which | am
enabled to make sort of second part
to the first which found him writing
My friends rooms again; looking
much as usual, save that he is at his
easel instead Of at his desk. Again, as
usual, keen for the time being upon
what he is doing, he does not rise when
l enter and / stand talking to him for
awhile behind his chair. We have not
seen each other lately, and he rallies
me good-humoredly about dropping the
acquaintance of careless bachelors like
| himself since my marriage-fOr that
momentous event has happened within
| the last six months. He was abroad at
| the time, and does not know my wife
yet. Soon we passed from this inter
esting topic, and ! said something
! about the water-colOr drawing he was
working at, as ] still stood watching its
progress over his shoulder. 1t was a
small study, done the previous evening
at life-school, as he told me, from
what artists call the draped model--a
rustic figure Of girl seated on a stile.
"But stay" he cried, "you should
see it under a white mount. | have
one here cut out to the size. Wait, let
me get it, He rose and went to the
other end of the room. An idea struck
me, and taking from my pocket a GER
tain cabinet sized photograph, which l
had brought to show him, l stood it on
the easel in front of his picture, which
it exactly covered. Returning with the
mount and talking volubly about what
he was going to do in painting, he
automatically put the hollow center OF
the white cardboard just over the photo
graph, but without for moment,
noticing the change had made. Sud-
denly he saw it, and, with an exclama-
ton of wonder, started back.
How came that herep' he went on,
pale and agitated, as he looked inquir.
ingly from the picture to me. "Did
you put it therep Do you know the
ladyPn Z" You recognize itP" Eyes
certainly. l haven't see her for some
years now; but should know that like
ness anywhere" He bit his lip anC
paused, and then added; al didn'
know you knew her. al DON'T
answered; "and never knew that sucl
person had ever lived till yesterday
, "Then how do you come by her portrait
r and why do you bring it to meP' ct,
l ascertain if it really was the sam
! person." "Same person as whop-
/ whatP don't underestimate
+ "Why, whether, by any strange co
incidence, this lady-my wife's frien
, and sehoolfellow--might happen to b
, the lady you Once-well, shall l sa
/ once knew under very peculiar circum
I stancesP' He looked at me now some
what angrily as he said: 4" See here, oil
q fellow, there are matters sometimes i
1 q man's $ life that he doesn't care abou
! having raked up again. tell you hor
/ estly this is one of them, and | don
!. quite like this kind OF Ia joke" "No joke
on my word" l continued; /" and if
am touching on anything unpleasant
q please forgive me; for l have u purpose
{ Not that that l imagined you were S
i sensitive on the subject, especially q
!, you contemplated turning it to literar
/. account"
+ "lP-literary account What do yo
2 meanPn he asked, Indignantly. "
4 should as lief think of turning cannibi
: as of turning anything connected wit
f that young lady to account, as you ca
it," was a little puzzled now; so
u said: "Well, but who do you say III
y young lady isP' "Her name-f yo
/ mean that-was Miss Naughton, Ros
!. Napghton when knew herr but col
IS fess / don't see that because she hal
IS pens to be friend of your wife's yo
o are warranted in referring thus abrupt
IS TO my acquaintance with her" IN
q dear fellOw,n | cried, "I had no idea
| this, believe me. hadn't motto
N that you knew her name, ana we al
4; evidently little at cross-purposes. Bl
a bear with me a minute longer. Admi
a ting that this is portrait of the Mi
% Rose Naughton whom you seem TO hay
Is known, though never could hay
Is guessed that, Just look at il careful
5. again and see if it does not remind yC
lt OF some one else-some Cne whom "
" once saw, repeat, under very peculii
ID circumstances
He bends forward to examine Il
ar photograph, and presently says, "No
le Then l say, "Will this help your mer
l. oryP' and while he is still looking
y the portrait, put down on the ledge
ie the easel, Just under his eyes, an ca
10 ring. Good Heaven'sw he cries, ''wh
+" are you up TOP What have you TAX,
Y. this out of the cabinet forP' 81 ha'
re not been near the cabinet, II You met
4, the place whore you keep your jewels
r "Then what on EARTH He hesitate
r and taking up the earring, walks wi
r il across the room to his treasure stoT
s. | cannot help, with my dramatic
r. stincts, watching him eagerly and it
AS good as play to see his surprise al
ID wonder when, opening the cabinet,