New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-09-22
ny, I belle and an heiress Of great;

possessions, passionately adored
kalph Seymour, the poor artist
n urtn ne knew it not, cared
h lloo 70 Know perhaps. About a wear
peiore this he had been engaged to
pant her portrait. and the acouaint-
ahce which had thus begun. ripened
INTO friendship, and on her part into
q rove which she knew was the passion
OF her life. They had been very init
mate. She had generously aided him
IN securing sales for his pictures. the
prestige of her influence and patron
age being OF great help to him in this.
During the past month she had almost most
daliy visited his studio to sit as his
moael1or the royal Aquitanian dame.
VI Kalph's feelings towards her she
could only guess. Though poor, he
was proud, and did not wear his heart
on his sleeve even for his beautiful
patroness to examine at will. So like
the humblest of maidens, Cathie could
only wait, dream, and suffer.
On the second morning afterwards,
a bright, beautiful girl in worn dress
and shabby bonnet walked into Ralph
seymour's studio. The painter was
almost startled at the sight of her
golden loneliness, which seemed to
hight up the room with its brilliancy.
II need not ask who you are, or
your GRAND" he said, pleasantly.
Miss Wilmot sent you. You are
Fair Rosamond."
She smiled as she answered: eyes.
Miss Wilmot said you desired to Sc
cure model, and | have come. Do
you need me?'
There was little anxiety in her
tone, and she looked at him appeal
lngly with her radiant sapphire eyes.
He led her to one side Of the room,
courteously. removed her bonnet,
threw over her shoulders some Anglo
Norman drapery, and then stepped
back to regard her.
''Perfect!" he cried, "only you should
let your hair hang loose. There!" aft
er she had let fall the flood of her
golden hair. "You look now just as
If you had stepped out from some me.
di@val castle with Ivanhoe. You'll
do. When can you sit?'
ooh, any time you wish, sir, and as
long"
II would like you to come twice a
week in the forenoon" And he nam
ed such liberal terms of compensation
that the wistful face frightened with
delicious bloom and color.
II am so glad, Mr.. Seymour, that
you like me, for I need the money very
much. Yet, it seems as if you were
paving me g. great deal -
II pay according to the value of a.
thing. You are very beautiful. Ihad
dreamed Of beauty like yours, but
never thought to see it. My Rosa
mond will be magnifcent. Ishalllook
for you tomorrow at 8 o'clock pre-
cisely, and" with an attempt to APP
appear very business-like, "you will
please be prompt. am perfect des-
pot as regards punctuality."
"Have no fear; will not keep you
waiting
ooh! had almost forgotten. What
is you name?"
Observation-Disclosures Howth," she
answered, with queer little tremor
in hes voice.
Perfect like yourself. Well, good
morning, Miss Howth,' and the artist
turned to his brush and palate.
Barbara Howth, true to her word,
made her appearance at the time des-
ignated, and for days thereafter, she
illumined the room with her beauty.
Ralph felt an inspiration even when
he looked at her, and as his Fair Rosa
mond grew on the canvas, the original
grew dear to him, not merely as his
model, but as the one woman who
could guide and make happy his life.
But for long, long days, he never told
her this.
Miss Wilmot had come in once after
he had begun his work, carrying her.
self like the queen she was, in her cos
tune of velvet satin, with asoft white
plume sweeping round the purple black
hair, and caressing the curve of her
superb shoulders. She was charmed
with the progress he had made, and
the attitude of the model, and she
went away without one thought or fear
of her rivals power
For several weeks thereafter she did
not visit the studio, and Ralph had
begun to wonder at her absence, when
one day the post brought letter. He
smiled as he recognized the elegant
handwriting. Opening the envelope
he read:
DEAR Mr.. SEYsouR:-Have you missed
me? am SO sorry had to leave Before
Fair Rosamond" as finished. Butmoth-
er was not we'll, and we left the city earlier
than usual. Viewpoints beginning to wake
up, and soon society will be in it's gay whirl
here. am, woman-like, wasting time and
strength on peurile things, while you are
struggling nobly on works that will live
Well, will not cay Cui bono. Do not put
/, out your painting till return. shall ex-
,pect to see you by the last of October
With good wishes, your friend,
CATHIE W1LMOT.
The letter pleased him, for it's tone
WAS so free and frank that he felt she
,wsote only as a.frlend. He had half
she loved him, but he was
glad it was only friendship glad for
This sake and for hers.
-'Bhe. is noble woman and my true
he said to himself, "a good
and true woman; there are few of them,
ibutsSe is one. She thinks of nv la