Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1884-03-21
UNA AND TIE LION.

IN the season when yellow fogs pre-
vail, London is dreary abode for art
lists; so, at least, thought Cecil An
struther as he looked at his unfinished
pictures, and feared to touch them
lest his brush should carry into them
somewhat of the surrounding gloom
lie was feeling very detected when
there came note from Lady Eleanor
Carstairs, the wife of one of his kindest
patrons, asking him to escort her to q
concert in st. James Hall. II can't
use my eyes to any advantage, SO will
try to receive consolation through my
ears" he said, and accordingly went to
the concert.
For half an hour, carried away by the
music. he forgot, not merely his pictures
and his troubles, but everything around
him, too, and only knew that his ear
was being satisfied with almost perfect
harmony of sound. Suddenly somc-
thing made. him look at the left-hand
side OF the third row in the orchestra,
and instantly the artists eye was at
tracted by two faces of singular beauty,
absolutely alike in feature and express
sion, although one was that of a young
man, the other that of girl. Each had
wayy light-brown hair, q broad white
forehead, dark eyes. finely nodded
nose and chin, and mouth that told of
firmness and decision. Both were lean
ing slightly forward in the self-same at.
titude, and appeared to be entirely en-
tranced by the music.
1t ceased at length, and Cecil with
drew his eyes for a moment as he Joined
In the applause. When he looked back
again he could scarcely believe that those
were the same two faces he had been
gazing upon before, so changed were
they now, so utterly unlike each other
in expression. The fixed look of rapt
attention, which had made them almost
seem as though carved in stone, had
passed from both faces. Over the girl g
countenance, as she turned to speak to
her brother, played bright and tender
smile, softening and irradiating a beau
ty which before had seemed somewhat
stern and cold. But the stern lines
about the young mans mouth had
deepehed, and there were others now
visible upon his brow that told of sor-
row, suffering and care. Evidently, the
habitual gloom of his expression had
only been chased away for a few mo-
ments by the charm of the music.
One of Beethoyen's symphonies again
struck the same chord of feeling in the
two souls, and the two faces grew
strangely alike again; when it ceased
they changed once more.
Who could they beP What was the
life-story that had so marked the man S
faceP Cecil found himself wondering.
Hitherto he had been too much self
centered; never had his interest been SO
deeply stirred before.
Lady Eleanor thought him rather alb
sent as he took her to the carriage and
drove back with her; she feared that her
plan for distracting his mind from his
work had not succeeded, little dream
ing that by means of 1t had been granted
to him an inspiration that was TO raise
and purify his whole future life.
He went home to make vain endeav-
ors TO put on canvas the two faces that
had SO much attracted him; and when
SATURDAY. came round he took his seat
tetlmes In the orchestra of st. James
Hall, hoping to catch another glimpse
of the lovely maiden and her melan-
choly brother Nor was he disap-
pointed; there they were below him.
whore be could gaze upon them com.
Hably, without attracting their atten-
tim u was well for him that he was