Daily Republican., 1884-05-06
A CkAYON hk ETCIn.
BY ALICE DALE.

| Just think, Sister Lee, there are hun.
dreds Of poor girls like rs starving in
New York to-day am tod that the
preparations are wonderfully extraya-
CANT Such flowers, and music, and
wines Mrs. Vanderlyn's toilet came
straight from Paris, and cost a
small fortune ! The ball Is TO be
given in honor Of her new daughter, |
believe. For you know, sister, that
there is young Mrs. Vanderiyn -
The speaker paused to take breath,
gushing aside with an impatient ges-
ture the rebelious curls of sunny lair
which straye over her white forehead.
Pretty Dot Everett, flashed and excl
ted from her walk of dozen blocks,
tossed her h It upon toe table, and sank
into her seat. Her sister Lee glanced
up from the easel before her, upon
which tiny painting was growing ill.,
to beauty under her artistic touch. A
lily fair girl with grave brown eyes,
and one on whose natural sunnineNs
trouble and atlliction had dropped a
cloud of sadness She smiled sweetly az
she gazed into her sisters eager face.
How itall interests you, Dot!' she
|exclaimed. Dear me it seems a cen
tury quite since you and went to a
bali"
Dot drew long, long sigh.
"a century quite!" she repeated
slowly "and yes, Lee, 1t Is not much
over a year ago If that awful trouble
had not come upon US; first, poor papa 3
death, and then the knowledge Of our
own penury-we might be in our dear
home to day ,and Mrs. Vanderlyn would
not have forgotten TO include us In her
list of guests Arthur Vanderlyn is
home /" she added abruptly.
Lees face grew very grave she
picked up her brush and began touch
ing up the painting before her with
z , his wife with him ?" she asked
In low tone.
Dot shook her golden head.
How do know % she returned.
" Don't speak OF him, sister On, Lee,
it was such heartless thing to DO To
make you believe in him. and that he
loved you, and was going to ask You TO
be his wife, and then TO leave home
without IA word of explanation, and the
next news we hear of his marriage to a
Southern heiress. Lee, if ever | stand
face TO face with Arthur Vanderlyn
again shall tell him just what | think
Of him !"
L.e started, pale to the very lips.
IL had rather diet" she painted in a
low, strained tone if you love me,
Dot, never think Of such a hing"
Then, with bitter smile. There is
not much danger of your meeting Mr..
Vanderlyn, since We are forever shut
out from the charmed circle in which
he moves And do not trouble your
kind heart, dear sister, | AIN quite as
happy without him.
She paused, and faint mist dimmed
her beautiful eyes.
"l don't believe it !" stormel Do.e
"nei her do l believe that there ismuch
Justice in the world Here we are two
fr endless orphans suddenly, without
u word of warning, cast adrift with no
IN saps of support save the few chances
op III to women |, shaving my lie
out in that horrible old school room,
poor drudge of school marin You,
with your talents, condemned, like the
bind god, to grind at the mill tor
b cad doing whatever your hands find
10 do, painting, copying, sewing,
(ugh y that by our united efforts We
IN y keep the wolf from the door
Lee - and Dot buried her face upon
ber sisters shoulder, "it is unjust =
"There there sister-don't + worry -
soothed the elder girl gently. " BE-
sides, Dot, you ought not to rebel In
this way How do we know but that
tnis is Gods way Of teaching us a lesson
Of faith and trust in him %
Lee chanced to turn her eyes toward
the window as she spoke, and a deadly
pallor crept over her sweet face she
turned to her sister and, trembling like
Leaf:
"Look, Dot !" she painted in an
ca ger whisper.
Dots eyes followed the direction in
dicated and she saw an open carriage
coming slowly down the street. A
dark, handsome man with sad, weary
expression, held the reins, and
at his side lounged a graceful, fairy.
like woman ; a perfect blonde, attired
in an elegant costume of azure and
white. Dots blue eyes flashed indig-
nantly.
"It is Arthur Vanderlyn and his
wife !" she exclaimed. "Oh, Lee ! he
is going straight past the house -
"And why not ?" returned Lee
lightly. Gle does not even know that
we live here He would hardly look
for Colonel Everett's daughter (pro'
vided he remembers us at alD in this
unpainted cottage on this narrow back
street"
Dot shrugged her shoulders.
81 suppose SO !" she returned re-
luctantly. "Good gracous Lee, the
carriage has stopped before the door -
Lee sprang to her feet with gasp of
horror; her eyes seeking frantically
some loophole of escape. But even as
she hesitated, there was rap at the
door, and Dot sprang forward and
opened it. The lady whom they had
seen in the carriage with Arthur Van
derlyn stood before her. Such a vision
of loyeliness that Dot could not re-
move her eyes from her pearly white
face.
81 beg your pardon" began the lady
in low, sweet voice. was directed
to this place; | wish to find dress
maker-one Miss Everett.
81 am Miss Everett, the dress.
maker"
"You a dressmaker ?" she cried in
voluntarily, "why, you look like
picture May l come in? am Mrs.
Vanderlyn," she added with a pretty
air of dignity. Controlling her emo
ton, Lee placed chair for her unex'
pected visitor. But Mrs. Vanderlyn's
eyes had fallen upon the easel by the
window, and she hastened to examine
the little painting still resting upon it.
"You are an artisG ?" she exclaimed,
"and yet you make dresses for living.
Parden me; l did not wish to offend,
but''-she was turning over heap Of
crayon sketches which lay upon a small
table near-"grent heavens why, this
is Arthur himself! Miss Everett, where
did you get this picture.
81 drew it p she returned. 1t is
nothing have drawn great many!"
"Will you sell it ?"
"No p she cried Indignantly, but
I Il. 10 n; bo o1yat tho