The Washington critic., 1885-06-17
\ MODERN PYGMALION.

each. Fortunately, he was not dependent
upon any one of them for his daily bread,
or Johnny might have been reduced to
very dry crust; he held small Govern
ment appointment, where the pay was
pretty good as times go. SO he scraped
his violin aud daubed his canvascs and
wrote his little verses with gay and care
less heart
The summer had come and Johnny was
TO have his holiday. He determined to
spend 1t abroad, not with crowds of tour
lists nor in the most beaten tracks, but to
strike out little for himself. He was
tired Of being petted Tor patronized, as he
called it) by all his acquaintance: for
there was something so fresh and youthful
about Johnny Lupton that people were
led to treat him at once in n friendly, not
to say familiar, manner. This Master
Johnny resented. His very name was
perpetual annoyance to him. He pre-
ferred to be called Mr.. Lupton, or Lupton,
or even Jack by intimate friends bus it
was no use-cvery one called him Johnny,
and Johnny he was likely TO be till the
end of the chapter.
So he determined to assert his personal
dignity and to travel alone. After much
consideration he fixed upon Innspruck as
his headquarters, whence he could make
lHtO WIG INJOl. IIt ulTttItu
his luggage Herr Lupton" in the most
ostentatious manner, and hoped, for a few
weeks at least, to get rid of the sound Of
the obnoxious Johnny"
He was so pleased with Innspruck that
he seemed likely to spend all his holiday
there, The people were very friendly, the
town was picturesque; but it was not only
these charms which enthrallcd Mr.. Lup-
ton. We have said he was very enthu-
SinStia Tho fopt hp had "a t,in.
ture in the museum which so captivatcd
his youthful fancy that the romantic
young man was becoming a second Pygma-
lion. 1t is true he had not painted the
picture as the Greek sculptor had hcwn
his statue, but he was equally in love with
an inanimate object.
The lady of his dreams was dark,
mine, and jewels around her neck Her
velvet dress hung in heavy folds, and
from her waist hung dagger in highly
ornamented sheath. Butthe lady did not
look murderous. Her full, red lips were
smiling and her eyes soft, as if welcoming
a lover. The sky behind her was blue,
like the sky of sunny Italy, and in her
hand she held o bunch of orange-blos-
SONS. Her name, however, was German.
"Carlotta, Grain Won Werdenfcls." This
was the lady who kept Johnny Lupton in
InnspruCk.
He had obtained PERMISSION to copy i'm
the museum, and day after day saw him
there, endeavoring to transfer the fair
features TO the canvas.
But he was to be driven away sooner
than he expected. One morning rs he
was standing in his accustomed place gaZ-
ing in rapt admiration, he was reused
from his rcverie by slap OF the back
yes, an unmistakablc, jovial slap on the
back.
lie turned round, with outraged dignity
in every feature, which turned into con
steination when he saw the man. 1t was
the greatest bore in the Office! Flight was
the only possible course. Johnny gazed
round like II hunted auimal. How was
he to get away?
"Ah! johnny, me bhoy!-dclightcd Ia
see We! I've just been longin' to see a
craythur that could understand the Ian
gwidge. Drawn picture too. A foine
strappin' wench! Not so good looking rs
Philippine Weller, though. Come and
have a look at her now"
'I'm sick and tired of Philippine Weller
and everything connected with her, and
so you'll be if you stay here more than q
day. What are your plans? Where arc
you going?"
"9chl I'm Just undecided, I'll be
guided by you"
Pray don'tthink of such thing! Pray
don't count upon me! Besides, I'm going
Pm off to-day-turning my steps home
ward, you know. In fact quilting out his
watch), ] must be off ut once"
"Ie don't say so, now"
Hastily scrambling together his belong
ings, cutting short his friends regrets with
indecent haste, giving one last look al
Carlotta Won Werdenfels, Mr.. Lupton
rushed from the museum, his friends
stcntorian tones re-cchoing after him
through the rooms.
"Good-by, Johnny?'
Before the sun had set he was at Parten
kirchen, a charming little townin Bavaria
He was amused ut his own precipitat,
flight. lie need not have come so far
Why had he not stopped at Seeied or Nit
tcnwald?--both Wild interesting places
However, the inn ut Partenkirchcr
seemed comfortable, and there wcr,
plenty ofpromising excursions to be made
so he resolved to carry out his origina
plan of exploring the villages of the Tyrol
But poor johnny plans seemed destined
to be frustrated
Running down the wide wooden stair
case of the inn, his foot slipped. Hi,
hands were full-he could not save him
self; he fell heavily, sharp point of the
carved balustrade running into, or dan
gcrously near his eye. The pain was in
tense, and the wound blcd profusely. N
am instant a group of sympathiZing people
were lamcntng round him
"Ach du liebe Ieit! Ach der arme Eng
lander"
Meanwhile, Frau Werner the landlady
instead of saying "OhW and "Ahp' hat
sent for the doctor.
lie came ut once, shook his heat
graVely, bandagcd poor Johnny's eyes
and condemned him 10 darkness for {
week.
Here was pretty thing!---his eye dam
aged, perhaps for life, and who knows
(suCh is the sympathy between the tive
delicate organs)-thc other one might fol
low suit, and he would eventually becom,
totally blindl And all had happened in
moment; only n few minutes ago, and h,
was starting, uniniured and light-heartcd
for stroll around the place.
Johnny's reflections were not very ex
hilarating as the doctor and the land
lady guided him upstairs again and th
pain in his eye kept him awake all night
Next morning, however youth and gOOl
health asserted their sway and john,
began to taken more hopeful view .
things The question was how to amus'
himself.
propoundcd this difficulty TO the per
son who brought him his coffee and wa
answered by sweet voice full of sympa
thy. Johnny was struck by the tones
they were so soft and yet so clear.
This is not Frau Werner" he said
"Are you her daughter"
"No," answered the soft, low voice
"l'm Lotta"
"Ohm he said and then stopped Tn
name did not give much information, bu
il was the name of the Countess of Wei
dcniels, his pcture-love
'Well, Lolita" he continued, will yol