Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-11-25

lOuSe JhefASeG;I before. - aifI'tiflSiIt' ceSSfNi
but painsteking artist, " the Feviaw hit on
to say, tits. somewhat surprising til; 1t the
only work he has left OF any strength should
now be hung at the black and white c @hibi-
ton. This sketch was made after his mad
ness was fairly upon him. This picture , is in
grays oddly colored, butin compositio n and
drawing quite full of a certain weird over.
Not to be too funny at a dead mans ex pense.
this gives the poor fellow good send Dill at
any rate as "a friend of his remark, I'd the
other day The picture, taken in conn, ,ction
with the tragic death of the artist, has Gre
ated some little stir, more particularly the
face in the sketch is strikingly like that of
young Boston beauty who is maxim; her
debut in New York"
So poor Eaton was dead, andshis pictu re
my picture-was a success, and--Anlra had
lived in Boston when she was 12
hurried to the black and white that rery
afternoon, and found quite group collie tied
about my picture-Eatons picture. Ilaug he'd
somewhat nervousiy as l stood before 1t.
Some one behind me spoke 1t was sGleas on.
'You needn't laugh, man. ] am'gled to sea
you back, by the way. There is some TO rec
in that, and am glad for poor TOMS S, IKE
that he has left this sketch behind him. !
give you my word had no idea he could do
as well. He couldn't have while he was sa. ne.
Every one is surprised. How are yoEs gu
look pale. Have you come back to stay rs'
ETC., etc. / fingered around for a while nd
found myself back again and again befo re
my picture cations picture), the spictu re
never to be claimed as mine now. 1t chance I'd
1 had told the story to- no one There hss vi
been no opportunity. Now, of course, l
never must. As I stood looking att, an d
hxrf -
membrance of that. night than by anythin 9
actually before my eyes, two girls. ana al I
elderly woman approached and stopped
cit certainly is like her, mamma; wonder
if she will see it herself? 1t is quite time she
were here, bye-the-by She promised to meet
us at 3, you know"
ftI don't think it does her JUSTICE" replied
The elder lady, looking through her glasses
critically. "She is a very beautiful creature,
and this face is less So" she added rather in
definitely, and with some hesitation in her
voice, SO that:I fancied the picture grew on her
as she looked, and that she might yet reverse
her decision.
The other girl spoke now. She had Sis-
corning face, asI could see and that long
upper lip that goes with speech faculty. ut
| is like" she said, 'smore like her soul than her
body. 1t is like the way she will look to her
| guardian ANCHOR her lover" She turned
abruptly to greet some people who we've
walking toward us.
was singularly excited. The maniac IL
the boat had no such paralyzng power oves
me as this potentiality in soft gray gown,
with a long gray glove outstretched. My
heart beat and the picture swan before my
eyes, for this might be, might it not, Anita
herself? I heard a voice exclaim, "This is
the picture!n A lady in black with the gray
girl began an apology: eve are late. As
usual, Signor Boldini and some new music.
All" interrupting herself, cit. is hke-why,
yes, very. Don't you think so yourself?'-
the name at last, .surely-but no'-"don't you
think so yourself, dear?'
''Yes, do tell us what you think. Isn't she
weird? and can you look like thats' cried the
girls.
'.Ah, the other mer said a,Jrlew voice
softly, a voice with q low thrill in it. ''It is
like what might have been. Pm sure. Some
one told me once when l was a child, l re-
member, that was like the moon, but hav-
ing lived eight years since then in food Of
sl1lshine"--and the gray hand touched the
black glove near hers, a graceful touch, felt
sure-"why, / am not sc much like it now as
/ wasn
'tIn spite Of the smile that you always will
and always won't smile outright. That is in
the face in the moon, too you see. did you
ever meet Mr.. EatonT'
"And do you think the girl very beauti-
ful, and very like a maniac's dream!7 broke
in the shorter girl. 'Do tell us, Anita.''
So then it was Anita. turned, and as
walked away faced the .blle-gray eyes, like
violets, and the hair like shaded moonbeams,
sad the smile. Not the little 12-year old
Anita this, but beautiful, sunny creature
with the other Anita somewhat sugges; ed
} and vet not there. This one more of the
world, with savoir taire lying over. sthe
Roonshine 1 had meant fit were she,s &c
speak to her at once and boldly. As it wSS
/ simply gazed, and when her eyes met mine
fear it was /, not she who 3blushed. BIZ
she recognized me- My identity was all il
my face L am sure. L saw a puzzled look il
, her eyes, and seized my chance. l bowed
l spoke:
Years age you knew me, MISS Grayson
t when | was boy in Boston, and when yov
were like the moon"
was introduced to the aunt in black. n,
father had been one Of the old family friends
So in a few moments l was talking like al
, old friend nyself. Mrs. Grayson touched OF
1 my recent loss, and then, AS turned 20 leave
Q said:
II would be glad to know your father:
, son Can you dine with Us on Sunday next
So the golden gates were opened far me
/ and Sundays came and Sundays went and
l was fathoms deep in love 1 could no
paint, could not talk. 1 heard a good dea
a of music, and I suppese-alacL and alas-1ea,
3, poetry. Fatal habit of lovers. And 50 a
: last it came 20 the point when must tellher
Armed with a shield of violets l met her il
], her aunt's drawing-room one Sunday ag6l
9 toward twilight A day in April it was, az,
: spring was in the air.
1 The aunt was cut on AZ errand Of charity
t would soon be at home Anita hoped. 1 salt
, nothing. Talk tagged in consequence.
4'If those violets are for this house, why d.
you hold them!" asked Anita; "why do yol
not give them to me"
> 81 hold them because you will soon toucl
] them yourself" which was an asinine speech
|, wasn't it,
THAT is stupid" she laughed frankly, FAM
like other men, and not like YOU
'But-i am like other men, answered, eb
K ruptly, 'for /" Then paused, gave he
!, the viole-S, and conversation tagged again
B We tried various subiects-Russian dyna