Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-12-08
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Who is she? would give . Thousand
dollars If might but paint that face!"
The words were spoken hurried|y, and
somewhat too loudly for the time and
place.
Many bystanders heard then, and looked
at the speaker. the lady then 1t each other
and smiled.
Bot the lady herself-a young. slight
girl. with large blue eyes, pale, golden
hair. and face like the picture Of saint.
so fair and pure it seemed-held on her
way. leaning on her escorts arm without
Q change of expression or even startled
sidelong glance. to show that the artists
| impetuous wish had reached her ear.
Calmly she sat in her box at the concert
that evening, with her blue eyes fixed up
on the stage. Many an opera glass was
turned upon her from below, and in Sc
cluded corner OF the stalls sat Gervase
Livingstone. the artist, gazing at her. with
his heart and soul in his large, dark, pas
sionate eyes.
"Who can she be ?" he whispered to an
intimate friend.
II do not know. The face is a new one, y
was the low reply.
"A new one 1t looks as if it was but
lust created-as If those eyes had never
looked upon sinful world ~ raved the
artist Years ago, when was school
boy in the country. knew child with a
face almost as pure and sweet. she died:
as earthly angels always do. Yet, had
she lived. she would have been like that
girl. Poor little Maryr'
Leaning his head upon his hand, the ar
fist lost himself in dream of his boy
hoods love. When he looked up again
the concert was drawing to close, and
the box was empty-the divinity had
gone :,
Hurrying from the house. he inquired
right and left among the attendants at the
door; and finally, by gift of money, so
refreshed the memory of one that he said
that he had seen the young lady drive off
in a private carriage before the concert
was over, with "a gentleman as might be
her father. sir, and they went to the
Everett House."
To the Everett House followed the
enamored artist. only to be disappointed.
The servant, whom he fed literally, as
sured him that no such young lady was
stopping there. Some wild impulse, for
which he could scarcely account. led the
artist TO examine the hotel register. He
looked tor the name of MAY Cameron
it was the name of his earliest love-and
it was not there.
Meanwhile the fair object of his search
was speeding from the city as fast as the
mdni ght train could carry her toward
Boston. Although the hour was SO late,
she was wakeful and clasped her hands
over her eyes as she rested her head on
the pillow in vain attempt to shut out
from mind and memory the picture of a
haunting face.
ale did not recognize me-" she thought
with sigh. "And yet knew him in
spite of the change-in spite of the added
height, the dark moustache-I knew him
at the moment when his eyes met mine,
as we entered at the door,"
And then she blushed at the memory of
the words he had uttered.
Pauline" said she, softly.
The second occupant of the section
silly
"What is it Mayp"
"Are you asleep?"
"What question. No, not now" re.
piled Pauline, sitting groan. What
troubles you. my May of Maysp You
generally drop asleep the instant your
pretty head touches the pillow"
"But not tonight, Pauline, | cannot
sleep. have been thinking of all you
told me about"
About Gervase Livingstone ?" asked
Pauline, finishing the sentence.
FLUSH Speak lower. Pauline. There
are so many people near. Yes, | am
troubled-deeply troubled by what you
say of him."
at is true. May"
"Who told you, PaulineP'
my brother. in the first instance. He
knows him WELLS often at his rooms
and regrets his intemperance more than
any of the rest of his friends, l think"
"Does your brother think-does he con.
slider him past retormp" asked May, with
trembling voice.
Hearing it, and the suppressed sob that
followed the question, Pauline Danforth,
who was kind hearted city belle, came
out of her nest and sat down beside heI
friend.
Dear May. my brother James has often
said that ii Livingston had a reasons
motive-for reforming, his reform would
be settled thing.
"What motivep'
81 explain myself bunglingly, fear
James meant, my dear May. that if Liv.
ingstone could be induced to fall in love
the lady might work his reformation easily
If she chose to do So"
ale loves no one. then, at present P"
mo one, May. James says that he be-
lieves him to be faithful to the memory o
a child who died years age. 1t is an ode
thing to say of man like him. but Jane.
declares that Livingstone really loved tha
child. and that he loves her now"
''If that is true said May Warburton
drying her eyes. The may yet be saved
'.What do you mean dear? ?"
Il mean that am that child. Pauline. ~
"But the child died" replied Pauline
with an astonshed look.
mo. My cousin, Mary Cameron, died
and he must have seen the notice of he
death, or heard of 1t. and supposed it t,
be mine. Just before her illness my gooo
Uncle Warburton came to my country
home, and finding me a poor and friend
less orphan adopted me as his own chile
and gave me his name"
And was it in that little country towr
that YOU knew Gervase Livingstone as ;
boy?" Inquired Pauline.
"Yes. He had been sent to the hous,
IF some old family Sarvapt for his health