The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-04-18
MISS wILDROsE.

and nature that at first no one was dis
posed 70 believe IL could be the work Of
girl not yet twenty. But she had made
no ancctation Of Disgusting herself un-
der silence or with pscudonym, and
the rector Of the parish had heard por
lions Of Tho Song of the Morning
Stars" before its compilations; and when
this was known, and the first poem was
followed by another and yet another
kindred to II, the doubters were silcnccd,
and Miss ,Wildrose took erplace among
the poets-on the bench with Milton
thought her family and friends; on tho
humblcst footstool Of all Miss Wildrosc
herself thought. She was content to DO
the lowest there; only TO be in the glori-
GUS company at all was was quite enough
for her.
OF course the work was criticised.
This great critic counted the number OF
Saxon derivatives on page, and honor
ed or dishonored her according 10 his
sum total, and that one weighed her
rhymes in the hair balance under glass
that is sensitive TO the sound of the fall
ing snowflake, and the other found
real mares nest Of delight in lame
foot Of the blank verse. But the people
liked the little books, and the popular
acknowledgment was such that Miss
Wildrose's head might have been turned
\ Aaaefa art had been less matter OF mo-
ment with her, or il just at that time she
had not met Raphael Stuart and loved
him almost on the meeting.
She had always lived in the village.
He came to her like being not only of
the outside world, but of the world OF
art In which her dreams and fancies
lay. For he was apainter OF more than
common promise if not yet OF absolute
performance, and il poor as the tradi-
tional painter is, yet with too much love
Of the colors and harm0nies and shapes
of nature that belong to all who can see
them to sigh for those heavier luxuries
that belong only to the few. In time he
would like them too, but just now he
had youth, art and love. What more
could he wish?
Like most young artists, Europe was
his goal, If ever he could sell enough
sketches to warrant his departure. And
now, since coming to the village, he had
doubled the distance between him and
this goal; for how was he going without
Miss Wildrosea and in order to take
wife with him he would have to make
twice as many sales as he had counted
on before Miss Wildrose's little in
come from her books would not 90
great way in their mutual purse. for the
sale OF the best liked verses is not q mir
aculous draught, and she had really
worn out various copies Of her books in
the service of borrowers not buyers.
Moreover. as Mrs. Stuart, she could hard
w make herway with the same expense
less simplicity as when only Miss Wild.
rose. Plainly old age was likely to-
creep upon them both before they could
venture to let their lives become one
and make their vision of those old streets
and galleries, those summer seas and
glacier tops, thing of real life
This. however, did not seem 80 sad a
thing to Miss Wildrose as it did to Ra-
phacl She could coon singing hersongs
in the little village as long as her heart
and soul were in sympathy with the
great strain that nature sings, and here
was Raphael all day and every day be-
side her. But it troubled her at length
q little to see his unrest. Perhaps she
caught the unrest herself. Her work
felt the trouble. and for time she fear
cd she had lost the secret word Of her
power; she began to be as eager as he
for the impossible.
II want my outlook opened, he cried,
searching the blue sky with his blucr
eyes. "a want to see for myself how
Raphael turned this line, how Veronese
blended those tnts, how Rembrandt
flung that shadow. want TO know
what they mean by saving Turner made
color do the work of drawing. want
to see the great masters Of to-day in
their studios or aiied. ! want to see
Venice before some accursed steamboat
rips up her looking-glasscs."
al want to see the Euganean hills" said
Miss Wildrose. casting her glance dream
lily along the fiat country where never n
hill was seen.
"And l want my home, my wife, my
hearth" he said, and then for . little
time the lovers happiness seemed only
high value Of their art
IF you could only besent 70 Europe"
said she at last. If you could be con-
sui in some foreign town in France or
Italy, or in the East, or in the north oil
Africa"
III could 90 abroad and be paid
for it," he said laughing. "Ah, yes.
II ] could have the moon for my lam
term
"But it is not impossible" she ans.
wercd with Frightening smile. ''Now
] consider it not at all impossible. re-
ally think it may BIO comprised. Oh,
Raphael, il it only shoud!'
slam afraid you are building castles
and the scaflolding is in the Clouds" he
said.
Listen then. Isn't the new Secretary
Of State q man Of lctters7 Hand-in-glov,
with publishers and authors? A patror
Of painters too?'
"A regular Macenas! My darling
your wits are as bright as your eyes
Take me for clod! ] see II all now 70,
have illuminated il. Yes, ycs, o goo,
case ought TO be made out between m,
credentials and yours"
Z. ''Oh, l shouldn't want To figure In II,
she murmuied shrinkingly.
Then you shall not Ny little wifi
shall stay on the dark side Of the mool
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