Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-06-06
THE ARTISTS LOVE.


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woman, f.,cs. t,xc.,,,t thot ~ INV tiD1 Oh
nnpt f,r tho r.xt t,,,, ,,nr,bur" onI Fos
Tor EIIis stroII..,l on, fr,,,, tho nirtur,soua
Farm b,psr hidden nv tho Saw Hnmn-
shir. hills In srnte a ci,,ar in rho orchard
II, b,d b,.s,, h.,II,. ,r,ot.,I h,. ono ,orti,,,
lar ,vn,rr,, in t,,,n a u,ra, Nth bIua
h.viIdari,,, ,.,as s,,aat and sbv as tho
,,,.s M an mont ,nd roJ nnI,,ir,, Inns
that had smiled on him SO often. and then.
In the end. had calmly told him that she
could not accent him as a lover, but would
like him for a friend They had also men
toned something Of the old millionaire,
and slim. beautiful hand had been lifted
before him. with great ring on one white
finger that almost blinded him by its flash
and glitter.
IF YOU were weather. Foster" the
beautiful woman had said regretfully, and
his scornful answer had fallen bitterly
from his palinC lips:
Il would not outhid YOUR purchaser,
Miss Van Nleet; good day," and the Young
artist with heart ynundrd and bitter. had
put 10y his canvas, turning one fair face
which he had painted lovingly to the wall,
receive him. he would gladly spend the
summer with herself and husband on Tho
farm. The answer being a delightful wei
come. he had como And now, sitting un-
der the orchard shade, he was looking
very handsome and very moody and very
miserable to the young girl who passed
quite near him without being seen by him,
and who WAS really worth looking at in
her fresh, hruwn-haired, bruwn-eyed love
illness.
a rloomy KNIGHT She told herself mis-
chicvuuSly. Il wonder of what he is
thinking, Looks like an artist. too, which
is a greater compliment than one who can
always pay those daubers. do wonder if
my aunt told him | was here"
She approached him silently, hut with
perfect cumpnSure, When at last he locked
up he SAW her standing near, smiling "A lit
tie lunking very pretty in her neat dress
of light muslin with the broad hat pushed
back from her forehead
He rose from his seat, regarding her
half qucstioninglv. but with something Of
ANNOYANCE i'm his eyes He had been con
graduating himself on seeing no wumans
face here. and behold, the fair face of
woman, or a girl who was scarcely vet "A
"'llltil- WIS lutTS DtlOTt MN III ilt apple
tree shadows.
Il pardon me" he said slowly. and he
flung away the cigar he had taken from
his lips
No. pardon me for disturbing Won, she
replied, smilingly. And pardon me again
for knowing who YOU are. while perhaps
You do not know who am
He simply bowed. looking the least bit
bored What was il to him who she wasp
She smiled again. noting the brief EXPIRES
sion
~You are Mr. Foster Ellis, whose name
has been on auntie's lips for the last two
weeks almost constantly. And /" with
a touch of SIy malice. "am her niece. Bella
Grant. Of whom YOU have never heard.
and who" demurely, am here on a visit rs
well as Yourself"
An annuvance he could not conceal went
over his fine face; the girl saw it and
smiled
III shorten NV visit he thought;
alnud he said: Il am most happy To learn
that you are spending your summer here,
Miss Grant. Are we-are you my cousiny"
"You'rr not at all happy over it" she
told herself shrewdly; but she smiled once
more.
W dTt ibl TtldllNtS HI All, MI. Ellis.
All, here is Auntie." as that lady ap-
preached them from the direction of the
farm house to summon them in to the
early supper. and to bid them, in her cor
dial, warm hearted way. arnuse them
selves as best pleased them, while they re
mained at the farm.
III not remain long, Foster told him
self with glance over the flowers and
Strawberries, at Bella's bright face-a
glance which she caught,
There's something wrong with our
young friend the artist. she told herself
while chatting with her uncle about the
farm. the hay. the recent rains, the Young
pony about Ia he broken.
Il am going to the fields with you to
morrow, Uncle Hiram" she said presently
"Will YOU let me rake hay there as that
fair Maud Muller of Whittier's dids And
then NAV ride back with you on the
great heap Of il when YOU draw il in"
a huydrn,~ Foster told himself in dis
gust. hut Uncle Hiram promised all she
desired Then he asked the Young man if
he would like To 20 to the harvest field
with them.
~You were wsntinpth the invitation were
Won nut - BELLA asked uleasantIv looking
as innocently as pussible. "You will be
most happy TO go, will you not, Mr.. Ellis,"
Il think | will sketch a very fine view
below, near the lake" he said coldly. Il
noticed it rs came"