Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-02-05

preston, in marked contrast to those
around him.
Many saw and envied the rich and
successful lawyer. Could they but
have read that rich mans hearth And
so, in the supreme blindness of our
egregious vanity, do we Judge one an
other.
He paused tolook at picture which
attracted number OF people. 1t was
quaint design in water colors, in
the shape of small screen.
The picture showed the sea on a
stormy day, with the floating spars
and masts of a wrecked ship appear
ing above the angry waves in the dis
lance. All the coloring of the picture
is centered in two figures on the
shore.
One, the dead body of drowned
sailor, curls lying on his forehead, his
eyes closed, and his blue Jacket torn.
showing the powerful chest in which
the heart would never beat again.
The other, young girl with face of
extreme loneliness, though convulsed
with anguish.
Her dress denoted that she was
fisher lass, and as she bent over the
body of her lover, one hand over his
heart the other holding on the little
black hood she wore, the expression
of her eyes were strangely real and
touching. The subject was an old
one, yet this little water color sketch
held a quaint, original power of its
own.
Jerome looked at it, puzzled and
fascinated. There was strange
resent blance in the man to some one
he had known; nay, more. With
wondering eyes he realized that it was
a perfect likeness of himself.
He went into the store and bought
it, at the same time obtaining the
artists address, and following the
direction with feYerlsh haste.
The house was a small one, in a
street which the word 'gentesl" des-
cribes. On inquiring at the door for
the artist who resides there he was
told to knock at the door at the end of
the passage.
He did so, but, receiving no answer,
opened the Goor, and found himself
ia a shabby, clean, unoccupied room.
Another room adjoiEed it. Jerome
advanced hesitatlngly, and stood on
the treshold looking ina as though his
hungry eyes wewld never be tired
gazing at the picture he saw there.
Marion, in plain black dress, was
sitting at an easel, the brush lying
idle in her lap, and her eyes turned
languidly toward the open window,
through which the sunbeams were
straying.
Her figure looked very slight, and
out of the pale face her eyes shone |
with unhealthy luster.5
She turned her head and saw him |
standing in the doorway. Without a
start or sound, or any change of fea-
ture except the tightening of her lips,
she rose to her feet.
Jerome came forward and took the
feverish, unresisting hand in his.
What would he say In what /
words express the suffering of the
past weary months2 She was before
him now, and the wild, impaSsionate,
torrent ke had imagined burst from
his lips at this happy moment had
completely deserted him.
When he spoke at last, the words
were commonplace enough, but they
covered the entire ground.
81 never thought to see you again,
Marion; but have found YOU
And you really remember me So
longG" she asked, with a flash Of
something like the old defiance.
The expression which came into his
eyes answered her, and he took the
picture from It's wrappings
This led nae to YOU" he said, with
impressive tenderness, and it also |
told me that you had remembered me
so long
Marion flushed and turned away,
but she could not deny it. The proof I
was there
Jerome drew her to his faithful
heart, which had suffered many
bitter throb for his little love, aud /
kissed her with solemn, heartfelt
earnestness.
Thus peace was declared between
them forever.
A week later shey were married in
Mrs. Chapin's little front room, and,
after a Canadian tower, Marion set
tied in the old home in a new charac- I