Delaware state journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1870-1883, 1881-03-24

criticism afforded her. Noticing her ST
lence the mason said, his eyes still upon
the painting
81 have discouraged you"
"No, no, oh dear no ~ lam very grateful
for your discriminating remarks they
are all true, quite true"
Especially the favorable ones, hey ?"
he asked, with quiet laugh.
Miss Vane thought she had never heard
such gentle and kind voice as this
mans, and his smile was as tender as
woman's.
"No, think | like your censure as
we'll as your praise. 1t is that which
makes the praise valuable. 1t will please
me to cut this picture up as you suggest
"And so your work here ends.
There was the slightest tone OF regret
in his voice, she thought.
'You think | am too happy To feel the
poetry of sadness-you think | am
child"
"You are a child, and, happily not Il
precocious one. iour field of poetry lies
outside these walls. The bright phases
of nature you could depict, and impress
them with all the joyful sunlight of a
child's nature-at least think so, look
ing at your face. Yours eyes say that
am not old to have much experience of
sadness. | am old enough--my life has
been one of disappointment"
"And must one experience disappoint-
ments TO know what sadness is ~ she
asked, looking at him with swimming
eyes of sympathizing sorrow.
He penetrated her soul with his deep
seeing eyes, searching there for the
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looked into her work for the feeling Of the
artist.
San beautiful and good natures are
capable of true sympathy with the sorrow-
full but the sentiment is transient. Only
cur own sadness endures. Little as |
watched you, it has been sufficient to see
the grave and gay expressions following
each other in your face like the lights
and shades upon the April hill. Deeper
feelings will come som enough. And
now to my work"
He left her standing still and silent by
her easel, and began to chip the stones
again.
Gle does not know me, he does not
know how deeply feel, she thought as
she slowly repacked the colors she was to
use there no more; and she believed it
was sympathy with misfortunes that
alone made her wretched, but one half of
her detection arose from regret upon her
own account
There was nothing now for her to do
but to pack up and so, and slowly and
reluctantly she finished her arrange
ments. When all was done, even to the
buitoning OF her gloves, she stepped up
to the mason intending to say something
about her gratitude for his valuable criti-
cism and add something more about the
possibility of meeting him ON some future
occasion; but these society phrases went
right out of her mind. and the society
tone right out of her voice, as she looked
into the frank, ingenious face and lelt
that she might never SEE him again, and
so she said only;
Good bye"
She held out her hand, and lac took il
without hesitation in his dirty palm, and
met her sad eyes with his, so earnest and
grave.
Goodbye, you beautiful child, he
. said. Had he taken her in his arms anC
kissed her, She would not have felt ont
! ragged, so high above her, So grand an,
pure, did he look as he spoke.
She walked away without anothe
word. But his tools We're silent; She fe
he was following her with his eyes; ant
J she would have liked to turn round an,
see him once more,
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