Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1881-05-27

haps, rs tho realization Of exquisite
beauty and perfection, the ideal that
had taken birth from thousand fan
cics. Whatever he did, wherever he
went, her loveliness lowered before
him.-her bright, childish, laughing
face and the sylph figure pressing for
ward with its gauzy folds swept round
1t by the wind. Waking from fever
ish sleep, one night, after her creation
had been perfected, he started up to
gaze Mt her in the moonlight, half
believing he had heard q smothorel
laugh, that the delicate, uplifted hand
had beckoned him. Then he crept near
her with awe and drew heavy veil
about her.
The next day the figure was taken
away, and Philip did not look at it
again until he saw the veil drawn from
it on exhibition night in the presence of
the great audience crowded into the
hall OF tho Academy. The two or three
intervening days before that long-an-
ticipated time came he spent wandering
about the city, building castle, look
ing into the print. shops for foreign
pictures or lurking near the docks,
watching the great steamers sailing
away TO that far.olf land he had in
mind. Somewhere in those enchanted
regions were great pslacos, rich with
works of art the haunts of all the
great artists that had ever bccn-Rome,
Florence, Venice, lying under the warm
Italian sky.
alt will be Joy forever. mother, a
Lethe that will make us forget all
else," he said, eff only"
at 40 ,yo;t Dh;l;nf ~ a., ~
she answered., mildly, trying TO keep
her hands from trembling.
But they did not wait long. Soon
there came one snowy night, memora-
BILE ever after to them both. Hidden in
the shadow of the Academy building,
half numb with the cold, the timid
woman looked up at the lighted WIN
dows and listened to the gay music
within. Philip had begged her to go
with him. She had shrunk, though,
from the glare of the lights; for her
clothes were scanty and shabby, and
there would be no one there like her.
But she wanted to be near him some-
how, and had come alone after he had
gone.
1t was still night, the snow was fall
ing in large, feathery flakes, and not
many people were out. Drawing her
old shawl round her shoulders, at
length, she walked to and fro, and then
down q side street n while, TO fight of
the cold. She was thinking of the time
when Philip was baby, and went
further, perhaps, than she intended.
When she returned, she heard the
music only family, and then the
audience burst into applause. The
entrance to the building was in front oil
her. In few seconds she could see il
all, and, drawing the ticket from hel
pocket. she hurried up the stairs.
A giddy, wild, intoxicated moment
followed. The lights of the great place
seemed to dance. before her in mac
whirl. Men were cheering and ladies
were waving their handkerchiefs. Or
the stage the beautiful statue rested, un
yelled in front of black velvet screen
and some one was leading Philip away
crowned. She put her hands to hel
throbbing temples, and fled down the
stairs to the street again. 1t was like
bewildering dream; something tina
could not to be real But soon tn,
crowd came pouring out, laughing, chat
ting and filling the night with life. Sh,
heard many of the people praise tn,
young artist, as they went by her, ant
the blood tingled to the tips of her fin
gers.
Then, after few minutes, tn,
lights began 70 be put out and it be
came suddenly quiet. Philip wa
coming down from the hall with
party of jovial fellow-students, and sh,
walked away in the direction she knew
he would take, after parting from
them. Goodnight, Kempton!" "Bo,
voyage, old fellown' she heard them say
Finally, his quick, nervous step wa
close behind her, and when they cam
to street-lamp she turned round.
"Motherw
"Yes, Philipr'
He put his arms about her neck an,
bursted into tears. "Let us than
Godp' he said
She drew his head close upon he
bosom moment. Then they went o.
!. in the darkness, weeping.-M. Y In
dependent.