Weekly commercial herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1884-18??, 1885-10-23

1T is a fcsne from q novel. But / cannot
get the principal face. None Of the models
are half good enough. want q sweet face,
a serious face, a face with deep, beautiful
eyes. lris"-it wa a sudden impulse, an
inspiration-'1et me put your face there.
Give me my first commission"
She blushed deeply. All these drawings,
the multitudinous faces and heads and
figures in the portfolio were a revelation to
her. And just at the very moment when she
discovered that Arnold was one of those
who worship beauty thing she had never
before understandable told her that her
face was SO beautiful that he must put it in
his picture. .A[J
"Oh, Arnold" she said, tiny face would
be out OF place in that picture"
"Would itl Please sit down, and let me
make a sketch"
He seized bis crayons and began rapidly.
What do you say, Lala RoyT' he asked
by way of diversion.
'The gifts of the understanding" said the
sage, ''are the treasures of the Lord; and
He appointeth to every one his portion"
"Thank you" replied Arnold. Every
true and very apt, I'm sure. Iris, please,
your face turned just a little. So. All. if
| can but do some measure of Justice to
your eyes"
When Iris went away thers was for thu
first time the least touch of restraint or self
consciousness in her. Arnold felt it. She
showed it in her eyes and in the touch of her
fingers when he took her hand at parting.
1t was then for the first time also that Ar
mold discovered a truth Of overwhelming
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which cannot be disputed or denied, is, we
all know, Of the most enormous Importance.
He discovered no less a truth than that he
was in love with Iris. So important is this
truth to a young mar that it reduces the
countless myriads Of the world to a single
~pair-himself and another; it converts the
most arid waste of streets into an Eden;
and it blinds the eyes to ambition, riches
and success. Arnold sat down and reasoned
out this truth. He said coldly and Square
ly:"
"This is a girl whom have known oily
a fortnight or so; she lives over a second
hand book shop; she is teacher by profess
sion; she knows none Of the ways of society ;
she would doubtless be guilty of all kinds of
queer things, if she were suddenly introduced
to good people; probably she would never
learn our manners" with more to the same
effect. which may be reasonably omitted.
Then his conscience woke up, and said quite
simply: "Arnold, you are a liar" Con-
science does sometimes call hard names.
She is feminine, and therefore privileged to
call hard names. Else we should sometimes
kick and belabor Conscience. "Arnold,
don't tell more lies. You have been grad
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est and sweetest letters that were ever writ
ten, for a whole year. You gradually be-
gan to know her, Gin fact, when you first
began to interlard your letters with con-
ceited revelations about yourself. You
knew her to be sympathetic, quick, and of a
most kind and tender heart. You are quite
sure, though you try to disguise the fact,
that she is as honest as the day, and as true
as steel. AS for her not being q lady, you
ought to be ashamed Of yourself for even
thinking such a thing. Has she not been ten
derby brought up by two old men who are full
Of honor, and truth, and all the simple
v~irtues2 Does she not look, move, and speak
like the most gracious lady in the landW
Like a goddess" Arnold confessed-"As
for the ways and talk of society, what are
these worth9 and cannot they be acquired2
And what are her manners save those of the
most perfect refinement and purityp Thus
far Conscience. Then Arnold, or Arnold's
secret aduocGtus didboli, began upon
another and quite different line. "She
must have schemed at the outset to get me
into her net; she is a Siren; she assumes the
disguise Of innocence and ignorance the
better to beguile and to deceive. She has
gone home to-day elated because she thinks
she has landed a gentleman"
Conscience said nothing; there are some
things to which Conscience has no reply in
words to offer; yet Conscience pointed to
the portrait Of the girl, and babe the most
unworthy of all lovers look upon even his
own poor and meagre representation Of her
eyes and face, and ask whether such bias
phemies could ever be forgiven.
lIAfter a self-abasement, which for shame's
cake we must pass over, the young mar felt
happier.
Henry the Second felt much the same sat
Efaction the morning after his scourging at
the hands Of the monks, who were as muscu-
Tar as they were Vindictiva