New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1883-11-28

urSI ~ SPEAK.
'It's mistake-a great mistake on
the young fellows part--nay, more. a
delusion! never anticipated this, and
believed some serious accident had de-
tanned him..
..That would have been BETTER said
Mrs. Hastings, bitterly; ''for then we
should have monrned our hero's fate.
Butnow, the expected tragedy having
turned into Il farce-''
ooh, do not blame him." interrupted
Evelyn. 81 admire his independence,
though deeply regret that | am to be
surrounded by every comfort and dear
friends, while Keith has chosen life
of hardship and isolation. But, Mr..
Palmer, never, never could be happy
in the belief that this property was to
be mine, and he utterly excluded. Oh,
dear sir, my uncle will listen to you.
Persuade him to let Keith have more
justice, were it only for his dead faith
ar's sake
II can offer no opinion, Miss Evelyn.
Mr.. St. Clair is. understand, twenty
four. He has attained the age of man
hood, if not Of discretion. But excuse
me. for have an appointment in the
city this evening and must hurry
away"
Even the matter-of-fact lawyer was
glad to escape from Evelyn's fearful
eyes and pleading tones.
The colonel would return no reply,
but his wife's womanly heart yearned
IL tho poor, self-exiled young man, and
she wrote these few lines:
Though deeply regretting your decision,
dear Keith, yet | pray you, il In any
old friend. MARY ASHFORD"
Then, with Mrs. Hastings, she left
the room to hand her note to the mes
senger. and from him they learned that
Mr.. St. Clair was on the point of start
ing for Rome, at which city he pro-
posed to remain throughout the winter
''To Romc!' cried Mrs. Hastings,
clasping her hands. Granville has
raved about going there ever since we
were married. Oh, dear Mrs. Ashford,
come out with me on the terrace. Even
Your great house is too small for my
little body at this moment Come, and
will unfold to you a charming plot
that woman's wit suggests"
HAnu uuAAnS Vh"o PAOiHOuouO WI ..
Ashford shook her head and demurred,
and uttered impossible
Yet Cecil, somehow, always gained
her point when taking the rcins Of gov
eminent into her own hands.
The little lady's tastes had altered
marvelously within few hours. She
cared nothing for art, and had no ven
GRAFTON for antiquities, yet now was in
"a state of enthusiasm" to use her
own words, over this pilgrimage to
Rome.'
Finally, it was arranged, and every
obstacle to the contemplated journey
removed.
More pleasant receptions than those
Of Mr.. and Mrs. Granville Hastings
were not met with throughout the
Roman capital.
Beauty and talent, rank and wealth,
from every country, were there repre-
sented, while many young, hard
working artist found a liberal patron in
their host, and sympathizing friend in
his wife.
But perhaps the loadstar of attraction
was young friend of Mrs. Hastings,
who had accompanied them from
America.
The soft darkness of Ethel Vane's
eyes was not eclipsed even by the far
famed Italian senoras; nor her graceful
form and perfect figure outrivalled by
the fair bellies of any climc-Keith st.
Clair, who was frequent guest, being
among the early captivated
And then commenced a struggle be-
tween art and love.
He was urged by Mrs. Hastings to
paint the portrait of her young friend,
the design to be his own selection.
So the picture, after some study, was
commenced.
The surroundings wild Italian
scene-were in admirable keeping with
Ethel Vane's classic type of beauty
glow from the sunset tinting the white
dress and face, that might have been
thought a shade too pale, whilst the
painter had caught the dreamy yet ten
der expression Of those dark eyes.
She was represented as leaning on a
broken column, the suggestive sombre-
ness of ruin being relieved by the
wild roses that, growing at its base,
twined around the sculpturcd marble.
But name had to be selected for
that picture, which would some day be
exhibited.
The Tenth Muse, proposed Mrs.
Hastings.
$ AN English Girl y said her hus-
band.
can Unknown was Ethel's
choice.
But Keith had decided upon his from
the first moment,
His humble fortunes precluded love
If one wild CLEAN shot through his
heart it was perforce crushed OUTPUT
alteration was not restrained, and that
picture was to be named ''The Artists
IDEAL
II fear Keith is far from rich,' said
Mrs. Hastings confidentially to her
husband, $50 let us pay him hand
somely. He is a dear fellow, and so
splendid-looking that just love him"
''And only a few weeks since you
hated him.
Swell, dear, extremes meet, you
know" was her reply.
The sum proposed was far beyond
the artists expectation, and half was
laid down in advance.
''For,' said she, with little malice
he was not quite forgiven ''my
young friend has so many admirers
that one of them may carry her off be-
for the completion of the picture, and
your labor have been in vain"
At first Ethel was constantly accom-
panied to the studio by Mrs. Hastings,
but wearying of that self-imposed task,
she at length committed her protege to
the care of an old Italian woman, who
told her beads and dozed over her book
by turns.
Then the artist, in his lonely explora-
tons, sought out the most beautiful
spots around the city, and often the
brushes were laid aside and the picture
carefully covered, that he might take
Ethel to those old haunts of tabled