The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-08-28

ana arranges the pArlors with exquisite
taste, every caller notices it, and thinks
you girls do it for me; and she handles
the choicest bric-a-brac carefully.
really never had such faithful girl"
80 Lisbeth continued to attend the
classes and worked In the early morn
lngs in her attic bedroom, as soon as
daylight came in, and if her pictures
were ''skied, it mattered but little, for
no one saw them bat herself, and the
glimpses of the early sunlight, the first
| glow in the east, that she watched in
those working moods, formed o picture
that always remained in her memory as
long as life lasted.
Lisbeth won the hearts of her fellow
servants by many little acts of kindness,
till Kitty, the parlor maid, told her one
day in confidence that she was trying to
study arithmetic and bookkeeping, SO
as.to take situation in store some day
as saleswoman. @
could she make more money and be
as comfortable?" Llsbeth ventured to
ask
mo, " answered Kitty, sturdily, '.but
| shall be treated as human being in
the house where / board, and be inde-
pendent. don't mind the work, that's
easy, but it's having Miss Maude look
at me as If | was post, and talking to
other girls about the servants as if we
were not of the same flesh and blood.
She doesn't even wait till our backs are
turned, but treats us like the dirt under
her feet, " and Kitty's democratic little
head gave toss of scorn as she spoke.
Lisbeth often saw the young ladies busy
with their desultory drawing, but they
never seemed to consider her as q hui
man being, with thoughts and feelings,
or capable of observing. Her training
in early life and at the Art School fitted
her to bS their companion in everything
but money. Yet, there was great
gulf between them socially, because one
had to earn her daily bread by the labor
of her hands.
Prof. Pontelle was very much inter-
ested in his quiet scholar; her grave,
pensive face, the deep thoughtfulness of
her pure gray eyes, reminded him of the
wife OF his early manhood, who was
taken from him during the first year of
their married life. 1t was ten years ago
that she died, and he had never since
seen woman on whom he cared to be-
stow a second glance; they were SO
frivolous, many of them, and studied
art only for fashions sake, forsooth, but
this young girl seemed to enter into his
methods and understand his moods. He
watched her closely; saw how lonely
she appeared, and apart from the rest,
even penetrated the feeling that was to
be seen among some of his fashionable
pupils, who seemed not to care about
making any social advances toward her.
Was she not their equal in positionp He
cUrled his lips in scorn. His own father
had been a blacksmith and peasant be-
fore they left Europe; he was alone and
could snap his fingers at the world if
this sweet girl would consent. to be his
wife. And all the while Lisbeth labored
on in silence; serene, ambitious and
hopeful, determined to master the art of
teaching as well as the teaching of art,
and tit herself for more congenial en-
ployment
The closing of the summer term came
in June, and reception was given to
the pupils and their friends. The
rooms were crowded; fashion smiled on
anything artistic and delighted to honor
the handsome Professor who presided
over the school,
Foremost among the gay groups were
Maud and Mignon Lyster who enjoyed
such gatherings, but wished particularly
to see and criticize Lisbeth's work. At
ter some music, it was announced that
an essay would, as usual, be read by
one of the pupils, and when Lisbeth APP
peared in her simple white dress,
with no ornament but bunch
OF pale roses at her throat and belt, the
audience listened attentively to her
words. Calmly, and in rich, deep
tones, she spoke of simplicity in art, %
and when the last eloquent words were
said, was greeted with rapturous but
well-bred applause. AS she stood alone
the pleased Professor gave her his arm
and escorted her down the long room,
stopping now and then to introduce her
to some gentlemen who wished to con-
graduate the fair essayist
A few minutes passed in pleasant
conversation, when suddenly there fell
upon her ears the voice of Maude Lys-
ter, sharp and clear. Didn't you
know, Mr.. WilburnP why she is oar
houSema6d. Mamma indulgently al
lows her time to attend the evening
school, but think there ought to be
rules to exclude thot class"
The young man addressed was
dandy of the first water, and put up his
eyeglasses to stare at Lisbeth's pale
face, but tae Professor had heard the
words, too, and he hurried her to Il
quiet corner, and procuring q cup of
tea, gave it into her trembling hand, as
he commenced an argument on the
taste and culture of the age with q rival
professor who stood near. The
whispered insinuations of the thought
less guest did not prevent the sensible
part of the large-hearted crowd from
C ngratulating Lisbeth upon her sue
cess; her fair face and gentle demeanor
favorably impressing the thoughtful
artists who were assembled. And so
the time passed, though a sting had
been planted in the young girls heart
that ranked sorely.
Il wish to see you home,' said the
Professor, with sudden imperious
manner, when she spoke of leaving, and
she folded her hands in her lap and
/ quietly awaited the leave-taking of the
rest. Itwas over at last and he stood
in the hall as she came out of the cloak
room. The moon shone brightly. and
the scent of r&es was strong in the little
park they had to cross to reach Mrs.
LISTERS.
Child, want to know your history"
he said when they started, and in a
few sentences she told him all, and he
in turn talked of his lonely home, his
dead Anna, and all his past. Il have
been loving YOU for long time, my
Lizbeth, hut only tonight found cour-
age to speak.
But" she said, shivering in the
warm, sweet air, you can not marry
me- am only "a housemaid'
He stopped and turned to her. ''You
are all the world TO ne, he said simply,
land need you.a
Her clear, deep tones broke the
silence. Then if you need nae, nv
master, must be yours, and-with you
/ feel so safe =