The Baltimore County union., 1883-05-26
KATE sHnTLAND's TRIUMPH.

CA tllt NOIt VI uCi NDltC
be,okcncd no confidence OF success.
Kate Shetland, the daughter of loy.
ing parents, had received many educa-
tional advantages, and had profittcd by
them.
a, the age of twenty she had married
Charles Shetland--not for money, but
because she loved him, and believed
that he reciprocatcd her love. His
possessions, then, consisted of ~ clerk
ship, good health. and willing HANDS.
The year after their marriage his en-
ployers offered him an interest in the
business, which was rapidly increasing.
From that time, henccforth, he ap-
piled himself with renewed vigor 10
the pursuit of riches, and seemed 10
forget all else in the desire TO become
wealthy.
Poor Kate noticed the change which
SO suddenly took place in her hnshand
and cxcried herself more than ever TO
make home attractive. Two or three
times had she been refused small sums
OF money, upon the plea that payments
were due and times were dull, and,
readily believing this, she economical
in every way, until her furniture, and
even her dress, became shabby.
Returning one day from visit to a
sick woman, she overheard two men in
conversation, and, catching the sound
Of her husbands name, she resolved to
listen.
said the first, shetland is growing
old; what is the matter with him ? Do.
mesiic ,roublcs?"
"No!" replied the other; "his home
is more attractive than the average
home, and he has one of the loveliest
wives that ever blessed household. -
He has no children to clothe, yet his
wife is shabbily dressed. My friend,
/ can tell you Charles Shetland's NAL
ady. II is love Of money. Only three
weeks ago he cleared ten thoussNs:,
dollars at one operation, yet he feeis
poorer than ever. Mark my word,
something mus, change him or he will
die like 4 miser-counting his gold"
Kate hurried home, saddened by the
words she had just heard. They were
hard to believe, yet they must be true.
She could now account for disconncc-
ted words about spcculations and prof.
its that she had heard him utter in
his sleep. She resolved to ask him
once more for money, and, if refused,
she had a plan.
The next morning she aroused her
husband from his Observation-Disclosures by
the above question: "Can you give me
fifty dollars to.day1"
"Why, Kate" he replied, pettishly;
"what can you want of so much money"
al must have a new dress, and some
ncccSsarics for the house"
"Bosh Kate, you must not be ex-
travagant. Here are five dollars; all
can spare to-day"
| "But what has become of the ten
thousand you made the other dayff
lie looked at her i'm blank astonish-
ment, then took his hat and left the
house.
Kate, like any true woman, sat down
and cried. What had she done to-
merit such trcatmcnt1 She loved her
husband, but resolved never to ask him
for money, and perhaps his affection
for her would return if she did not
trouble him on that one subject. Pos
sessing considerable talent for painting,
and resolving TO use il as n means Of
supplying her soanty purse, the unhap-
py woman first tried copying a few pic
lures that decorated their walls, but
these did not satisfy her, because she
could no, work hopefully and checrfully.
Troubles prcyed upon her mind, and
she was sometimes tempted to abandon
her resolution.
Discouraged with copying, she un-
dcrtook 10 paint, from memory, several
pictures, among them the home of her
childhood. hut, for all this, she re-
ccived a mere pit,ancc.
| From the first, there had been one
conception on her mind which seemed
to obscure all the rest, but she forborc
TO paint il upon the canvas, decming
her hearts thoughts too sacred to cx.
pose to the public gaze.
But, now, when discouragementa almost
overwhelmed her, something seemed TO
urge her To dclnca,c her thoughts.
"Ah :" said she, al must succeed,
for every touch of the brush will be
true to nature"
Through long weeks she worked over
two pictures, her checks often glowing
at the thoughts of the object she was
trying to achieve. At last she dropped
her brush. murmuring, "Oh, if these
accomplish my object; if they only
change my husband to his former self,
then am amply repaid"
She hastily threw on bonnet and
shawl, glidcd down the street to a store
where her former productions had been
sold, left the two pictures Of her heart,
and walked rapidly home.
"Oh," she whispered, "may Pro
videncc prompt Charlie to look into
that shop-window as he comes home -
Surely, those pictures cannot fail 10
restore him to me-"
Charles did stop as he passed the
window, and as he gazcd at these two
pictures, great drops Of pcrspiration
bedewed his brow, and tears rolled
down his checks.
There, in bare, unfurnishcd room,
was his own face and form-a man,
prematurely old, clad like a bcggar.-
On the table, before him, burned a
piece Of candle, which sufficed for light
as he counted his heaps of gold.