Connecticut western news., 1886-03-24

had never come to her; and now she believed that it never would, for she was eight-and-twenty. But, somehow, ever | since the morning when she awoke and found that her cousin Henri was gone, her memories of him had grown more sweet and tender with every year. She travelled two years and heard noth- ing of her Cousin Henri, and at last found herself in Paris, at the night of its gay season, and there rested dove who had not found her olive branch. | There is no place to dream like pict- ure-gallery; no place like Paris for pict- ures.
 | Lima Michel spent many hours with her eyes fixed on painted faces that she never saw, for the living face that haunt ed her; but one day she awoke to a won- drous interest in small picture which hung in small dealers gallery in which she found herself.
 It was simple scene. A moonlit gar den, the distance dying into undefned | shadows, fountain into which Hebe emptied her cup, and by the fountains brim youth and young girl. The moonlight kissed her face. His was not seen. He bent toward her, lover-ike. His hand touched hers, and hers rested on one of the little posts that held an en- | circling chain about the fountain. These were crowned with lilies, and as she looked closer, she saw that one had a | broken leaf.
 It was the garden of her grandfather's old house at Munich. And this was more than chance. Was there such a thing as magic, or had some artist watch ed Henri and herself on the night when she made that miserable mistake2 For l that was Henri, and surely that black haired girl was not unlike herself.
 'Is this picture for sale9" she asked the dealer.
 He shrugged his shoulders.
 'T think the artist is mad," he said. ''This is the first picture any one has wanted to buy, and he refuses to sell it. Perhaps price sufficient will tempt him but if give his address the lady will re- member my commission9"
 The lady promised faithfully to do so.
 'It is wretched strect-he is very poor" said the dealer, and gave her the i number written on card. "The fifth floor," he said with shrug of his should CTS.
 Lima Michel stepped into her carriage and soon, followed by her maid, climbed the stairs of dingy dwelling, rapped upon the door that bore the word "Atel- fer" upon it.
 In a moment man with long beard, who held palette in his hand, opened the door for her, and stood regarding the apparition of closely-vailed lady attend ed by her maid, with some surprise. 'I speak to the painter of the picture at Monsieur-s," said the Fraulein Michel "The garden and fountain. desire to purchaseit it at any price,"
 Madame" replied the artist, "I re- gret to say that picture is not to be sold"
 "But must have it." said the lady. 'I am rich-anything, any price,"
 'I am poor" said the artist, "but it has no price"
 'Listen, sir," said the lady. 'tIt is more than picture that I wdnt-it is a reminiscence. It is like a-a place that I know. beg for it. implore you to sell it to me-"
 'sMadame," said the artist, "T see you have heart. will speak plainly. Long ago stood with the only woman ever loved, beside that fountain-a fountain in an old garden in Munich. I was { young idiot. did not even know my own heart; but I know it now. have known it for years. One day the memory of the spot and of the hour returned te me as if by magic. Ipainted the picture in few hours. Then again she stooo before me. saw the moonlight on he1 face. I saw her white hand lying il mine. saw the whole picture. Neve before could put it upon canvas. know I never can again. And, Madame while live, I must look upon that pict ure. When die, I must cast my las glance upon it. I shall never see he again. Long since she has become tn wife of some one she loves we'll, nt doubt; but I-I shall never love an, other. So I must keep her picture; must. You see that, Madame"
 And as he spoke, Lima Michel knev Henri Kleber-knew him despite tn flowing beard and all the changes o twelve long years. And as he ceased she threw back her vail and held bot her hands toward him.
 ''Henri," she sighed, "Henri! O1 Henri, do you not know mel" And the he had clasped her in his arms, and sh lay sobbing on his bosom.
 When they stood beside the fountai in the old garden at Munich again, the were man and wife,
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