Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1885-07-05

"a out in them cranky csnces,' sac
one. l inwsrdly agreed with sne
speaker, and regretted that some oy-
law to this effect did not exist.
As ! walked up the beach the by-
ISLANDERS laughed in vulgar glee ct the
sorry sight afforded. - Amt he wet J
Don't he look blue? That's tho young
chap what pulled him out !! y &c.
Charlie, however, rejected all offers
Of assistance, for was too quenched
and helpless, too inclined to crawl
away into some place where | could
not be seen, to assert myself. had
had one leg in watery grave, and ter
TOR and damp had made me very meek
and very grateful. ! told Edith as we
parted on the parade that l would make
it "aIl right" with her mother, if pos
sible, when | was dry. A number OF
dirty boys followed us to the hotel.
They seemed a little disappointed l had
only been partly drowned, for the
young are fond Of excitement. Here |
separated with Charlie; imbibed a
strong tnmbler of brandy and water,
and commenced to change my dripping
clothes. The spirits mounted to my
head in the most foolish way; and
while was still fumbling with feeble
fingers at the buttons Of dry shirt,
seeming to see myself quite long way
of in the mirror, Charlie in another
suit appeared. After | had assured
him for about the twentieth time that |
was rather better than worse for my
ducking, for the brandy had produced
deceptive complacency, he. informed me
that he had only learned that very day
that | was friend Of Edith's.
"Strange /" said /, "she has been
begging me to forgive you ever since
last June"
"Whv, that's exactly what she has
been doing with me-" said he. :" She
made me promise to ask you to forgive
me this morning." continued he. -
have been very ungateful; please for
give me, uncle"
Forgive him, indeed Where should
| have been If he had not pulled me
out Of the trackless sea?
my dear boy My dear boy!"
Then we both understood the little
game Edith had been playing. And
my eyes grew moist; something-per-
haps the brandy and water-had
touched the fountain of my emotions.
- only stayed away" said he, I" be-
cause wanted to show you | wasn't
such muf as you thought was"
"You have been quite right to be-
come an artist" said |, shaking his
hand an unnecessary while, land |
am sure you will be a successful one"
1t seemed to me he must be capable
Of anything after pulling me out of the
water. Then we went down to lunch,
objects of curiosity to the other guests,
and drank bottle of dry champagne
a wine | only take when my nerves
have received a shock. That day it
seemed to have strange effect on the
root of my tongue and to increase the
warmth of my affection for the world
at large. Charlie told me how his pic
lures were beginning to sell, and every
thing appeared to me in very rosy
light.
Lunch over, had an interview with
Mrs. Lyall.
"Your generous Offer" she said,
"places the matter on an entirely diff
ferent footing"
The generous offer " referred to an
allowance | wished to settle on Charlie
if he would allow it. Generous, "
forsoOth Why, if he hadn't pulled
me out of the water he would be in
possession of all my belongings, and it
seems hard people should suffer for do
ing their duty. So Edith and Charlie
are happy; their story has ended ;
the curtain has dropped. If you
90 to the Academy you will
see some of his pictures hanging
on the line. Already | am begin
ming to get reflected glory from his
talent. have a picture of myself by
him, which, in my opinion-and am
no bad Judges equal to almost any
portrait know, except one of Andrea
del Sarto by himself, which you can see
any day you like at the National Gal
lery. Besides this possess another,
a very droll one, too. A stout gentle
man is struggling in the water; the ex-
preston Of his face is very comlcal,
while young lady with dishevelled
hair, standing in boat, is wringing
her hands. Beneath is written, in
Edith's hand, Reconciliation with my
uncle
stole it from Charles ch-book,
and, although brag good deal about
1.-THE great work of myself in oils, ,"
which hangs in the best light in my
dining-room, no one ever sees the other.
Whenever am, owing to govt or other
causes, disposed to look on the world
with eyes of discomfort, it reminds me
how grateful | ought to be, and is Of
more value as a mental tonic than any
| cer,non I havn ayar heard