The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1885-11-18
EENVOL
THE TWO PICTURES

Six years and more have passed.
We have moved from Aberdeen to the
neighborhoo1 OF Richmond.
1t is a cool summer evening. We are in a
large dra wing-room with French wind ows
opening on lawn, which slopes down to
the river. The room Is furnished and
adorned with all that taste can suggest and
moderate wealth can supply.
Our pictures are much admired, but it is
needless TO make an inventory OF them:
only desire to call attention TO two which
stand out from the rest They are COM
pan;on portraits The one is handsoms.
fair haired young man in a comets uniform
the other is beautiful dark-haired girl in
whire. They are placed exactly opposite
each other. Now l have noticed that, as
rule. portraits painted by men of genius,
from Holbein to Mlllais downward land the
young lady is one OF AIillais best. have a
peculiarity--the eyes have the power TO fol-
low you all over the room wherever you 90
These pictures Of ours aave a yet more re-
markable popularity eyes are fixed
only ON each other, with a Tenderness so
touching, so expressive and so infinite that
at night. when the household is at rest and
when (for am always a late birCD have
been sitting reading my book or studying
my last new part, L have often sat ana
watched and wondered, and have almost
expected to hear them speak to each other.
This fancy has perhaps scarcely ever affected
me so strongly as al this very moment.
have just finished reading this story to
a small family circle, consisting of two ven
cradle gentlemen and two women, one of
them young and fair, the other grown old In
loving, faithful servitude.
For a little while we are silent
think we ara all looking at the pictures
Pm sure am. Is it a phantasy, or am /
dreaming by daylight The eyes have
moved. Instead of looking as usual at each
other, they are both looking straight at me!
Yes. / could swear It'll l.
Harkl Isn't that peal of childish joy
Gus laughteri Yes, and seel Two young
sters with fair faces, bright eyes, sunny hair
and sturdy legs Inherited from their father
fill the air with life and motion as they come
bounding into the room from the lawn. No
two children of my acquaintance are 80
spoiled and pettei as this young lady and
gentleman. Their present appearance Is
most inopportune. hence mamma induces
them for moment to confins their atten-
tons to dish of fresh Strawberries smoth-
cred in cream. But the spell is broken-the
BARNS have brought us back to earth.
Then one dear old man wakes up and
says:
''The story is DER trus, Jack, but you
have made one os the characters too like
King Arthur, and you've not done justice
to the othersn
Little pitchsrs have long ears, and our
little listeners, having polished off their
Strawberries, cream and all, demand to
know: Who is King Arthur
The other old gentleman replies:
''Oh, he's the King of Kingdom Come"
The youngsters return to the CHARGE with:
"Oh, thatll no do, grandpa Kingdom
Come is in the clouds"
just so. my COnnle BARNS" replies the
doctor, ''and Arthur is the great King of
Cloudland, but e's coming back to airth to
make the dark LIGHT and the wrang RIGHT
some day.
Although this answer poses the children,
it doesn't seem to satisfy them. and they
clamor to know:
"Who are the othersp
Mamma replies tothe girl in her soft sweet
voice, ''Oh, Ons was beautiful lady, whom
you are called afte- Flora"
Then Grandpa Willie, patting the boys
golden curls, says ten lerly and gravely:
"And the other, my mamie the other
was friend, a very near and dear friend
of mine, and anamssake of yours little
Curly