The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1881-06-09
Constance frowned in mock reprooI

Constance frowned in mock reproof
"NOnsense l want you TO see this
Vivian painted it himself, and showed
it to mother and me one day. He sait
it expressed his life as words never
could dop'' S-sf
Glare went up to the easel, and, will
grave, thoughtful face, looked at thu
picture thereon-the expression of vi
Wan Kilgour's life.
And her girls heart throbbed with
sudden pity for him, as she saw the dull
chilling landscape, the sere, sunless
late autumn day, the leafless branches
of the trees swaying in an east wind, 8
solitary bird away up against dun
sky, little desolate lonely hut on the
edge of sullcn stream. and in one
window light cleaning brightly-the
one bit of color in the picture-whilo
outside was tho picture of traveller,
his cloak wrapped about him, looking
at the glow as he passed by.
! 1t was labelled Forever Outside, :"
and COnstance'S voice quivered a little
unwontedly as she looked upon it and
| spoke
Don't you pity him now, little,
Clare? He said to mother that he was
| so miserable, SO unhappy, always out
peoples happiness
Clare's lip quivered. ... 10
ooh, Connie, ! am so sorry / ever
thought him moody! There is gloom
and wretchcdness in every feature of
that heart expression of his-if it is not
translated from my standpoint. But
see here, let me show you what I see in
it. The cloudy, windy day outside the
shadow; the traveller outside; but inside,
Connie, at home, translate that light
to be welcome, a smile, loving arms,
loving kisses, and he need not stay out
side, you know" -
Clare had not been looking at Miss
PetrOnel. She had not seen the sud-
den flush come over her face, the look
OF surprise, the swift, silent signal made
to her. or Clare would have observed
her silent departure. --t
But the next moments she did know
that Vivian was beside her, with his
handsome face eager and passionate. O.
tLittle Clare, say that again-that I
need not stay outside. My little love,
my little angel, bid me come into the
sunlight, the glory of your love. Il
have always been outside all my life.
II has made mo dull, morose, melan-.
choly. i neverhad a home; my mother
1 cannot remember. Take me-take me
to your love, my darling! I.want you
Il want you SO! love you, dear, and
you willa Look at me Sunny-eyes. and
/ can see my answer in Them" 4.
And she slowly lifted her pure, sweet
eyes. that held his heaven for Vivian
Kilgour. sg ..a.r., r,.It...f. Ia
In Park Row there is one especial
house. luxurious and elegant from roof
to basement, and in it Clare's heart
some laugh is often heard-the sweetest
music her adOring husband says, in al
the world.
His gloom, and cheerlessness, and
loneliness are forever exercised now,
and his happy sweet tempered. hopeful
little wife did it, and in the splendid
conspicuous by its posi-
tion. hangs n little picture, Forever
Outside" and although very few peo--
ple know its story, yet almost any day
yOu may see Vivian Kilgour stand be-
fore it with look in his face that is
hnshcd, solemn. yet rapturously lumin-
ous; for he knows and Glare knows,
that the shadows have all departed since
she came 70 be the light of his life.