Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1883-05-04
CARRADINEs LOVE.


CARRADINES LOVE.
Carradine sat alone NJ his easel naint.
ing; and rs I've painted he thought.
Eight years before. when he was 4 poor.
struggling boy. lust entering ON lint.
race which must be run 10y every aspir-
ant To art and it, hon0rs. thrrc hap
pencd to him something which neither
time nor toll had ever been able tpTf-
lace from his memory. A. he was pass
ing along the streets q wreath Of fra
grant roses suddenly fell ON his head.
and, looking up in wdndcr. ho behold,
reaching out from the embroidered dral
pcries Of nn exchanging window. a
child, with fairy-lkc proportions. with
great dark eyes aud long, curling black
locks. who stood smiling aud throwing
him Kisses from her Curvcd lips. colored
like a pomcgruuutc. While sac still
gnlCd, nurse had come forward AMI
drawn the childaway; the curtains wero
closed, and he saw thoslittlc creature no
more. Such was thea vision that the
artist had carried 80 long In his memo
~; In his memory only, Tor NJ had 10
second glimpse Of the child. Thatvrry
day an accident occurred which kept
him u prisoner in his ruom Tor several
weeks, md when next he went out the
house was empty. aud \ l,laoslrd with
great naring letters, announcing ia for
sale, stared him In the face, from the
Same window in which the little white
rubcd elf bad stood waving her hand
aud smiling To him. Tn course of time
other faces appeared there. but they
were strange faces. and among them
was never the one for which lac looked.
Now, as Carradine sat painting alone.
he thought Of 9ll this; of the strieuio
thai hal ended az length In success; of
his harNl unfricnlcd boyhood, and Of
the beautiful child With her fidkrnnt
rose crown. which had seemed almost
like q prophecy. That rose wreath. dtsv.
and withcrrd now. was all that was left
Co him Of the fair vi~ion hut when that
morning. Nv turning over I'm old porte
folio. lac had come upon IL by chance, ii
spoke to him of that by-gonc iav lust NJ
Cloqucntly rs when IL blossoms wen
fresh and full
Eight years ago. he said. thought
fully. letting the shrivclcd circles slim
through his fingers slowly. "Shc must
be sixteen now-if she lives. If2 No.
l do not doubt her living presence
somewhere L. wonder where sha u
now. and what sba j. Ike ut siNtccn?"
With that lie placed thu wreath beside
his easel aud began tu paint. The face.
rs u grew ON his cauyg~. presented "a
young girl IN. nhei dcVy.- mSrning blush
Of first youth, with shadows in the nreat
dark eyes and harTa'mtlc about the
bright curlod lips. lilyi an embodied
summer suu-shOwcr. u was thus thaa
the artist pictured his ideal Of the child-
woman. whose iniantlc look and smile
for eight long years had been his otvn
dream IT love.
CarradiRg hal not bu,L an easy life.
An orphan from his rIrliust- A cars. uoor
and unfritudrd. he had studiedhar,l for
the mcanA To- gratifv that Inherent
idOlatry for art which WIS always clam
Oring to find expression II form and cS,l-
oring. lie hud fought and ~ had Won.
hut now, ~ twenty he sto0d in the
place which he had gaincd for himself
almost ~ much ALONE ~ The very heart
~ hg-sel bccn eight years hCiorc..N
the sRilt'~~,gift rurnr rp. him rs q
tvtps not .tbat be was frirndlcss.
ThCtstpctc ncilwho liked an,l -eusht
hint, WOueu who would Gladly have
taught hifi, ~ forget his lonelincss IN
Their Rncctioa. But though. his uaiuht
responded ripMfy 10 any kindnoss,
thcS'seas one chord, deeper thnh an.
that reugaiucti uniouchCd. and .frpiu ire
swCctest- Chances his thoughtsf wgnt
back 20 Abe unknown child that had
smilcddown ON him 81. hong Ngo. -
The ideal head became his great
sOuUc ~ ctiioyment. and dreamy soft
nosrshadpd y-ytstN-crrv eyJss. as lins
by linesnrd mt Nv tint took him back
into the pRst, whics, AL hfcless ~ 70
was, scrmyd to him. in thosofmVments,
moro rcal Than The 1iry present. Yet
now, IN rcviCWing thai one bright vision
ot his memory. Il was not so much tho
lovely child that he saw In fancy rs the
beautiful girl whose face. with fuller
depth and sweetness. looked out at him
from his own canvas.
lustiaatiScly. hc hardly knew Nhy,
he dislikcd7o work on ihis picturc IN
any other presence. and he devoted 70
II only friF-houno % solitude So ithap-
pcncd thsl-it was nearly finished when
by some Clfancc,a epatdiSeCvercdhim
bcnding over it,Ntoo ltsorhcdr 10 hear
any ApNNchS As rtfe door. opened
CarradlA Jose-h hastily, turning his easel
90 the kalL So eAS,to' conceal The face
upon ID This -iftiic stratagcn. how.
ever. v6sNNcsinCa 20 ~bo0f no avail
HavinAbcb marked ~ thu Intruder.
one Of ill5sc cdndihl. -wrt-mraninp pecs
pie. good-r ktufcdl 70 ~ grcc. hut with
little doiis~yy df1,ArSrptioR the action
at once arc dhis curiosity. 49, s
"AhF.npastcrpA inten' he said. with
n laugh. 1bt rs see what Il l. thai
YOU work 40 W Yourself till IL stcall
away Sv'us cyts and ears. Only one
peep ~ -
With thai. hs-lsid ,hiS hand on ths
frame. OAtfl receiving no forbdding
word fron Carradinc. turned II around.
The next moment he was loud in
Bud wlb s1tsCarradine? II Il is /
portraikteil nI2leherc TO find the orig.
inal. all VIII IL is a seven days
iournerC/
Carradine smiich.
eff myself Knew whore to find such
an original 1 shOQld not be here to tel