Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1886-11-20
The HEART AND ART.


spot where poor Evelyn Gray (who had
been on her way to the city to try and sell
her pictures) had been knocked dowr by u
furniture van and terribly shaken.
It was Doctor Emerson who uttered the
! above exclamation. He had come up
ptovldentially in time to drag her from the
wheels of the vehicle, and he now assisted
hey into the cab, ana directed the driver to
dive toward her home.
lie Doctor was struck with admiration
At her beauty. He delicately extracted
from her the circumstances under which
lie and her mother were living.
Mother and l." she said, with half
sad smile, care quite alone in the world,
md quite dependent on each other. We
ne poor, bat we have known none of the
real hardships of poverty yet; for when
Door papa died, year ago, there was left
o MS, after the settlement of his affairs,
efficient money to support us for quite
fbi.e-in fact, until few weeks ago.
When the money was nearly gone, we be-
an TO look for some means of self sup
port. | suppose we ought to have Bought
ihout that sooner; but my mother was i'll
tor long time, and the grief of our be-
reavement, tog Their with the sense of be-
wllderment that our great reverse of fort
une caused, made us really unable to real
re our position or r:oyide for tho future.
Now, however, we have commenced to look
he inevitable brave'y in the face, and
adapt our lives to our altered fortunes.
Poor dear mamma has obtained some nee-
dlework-tine embroidery-an I--oh, my
hopes are great! l will show you what
build them on"
And she opened the roll of water color
drawings.
iuly no 81 co. 4, =.
sort of work." she said, with Frightening
eye and heightened color, "and afterward
friends used to praise and admire them so
much. Many women have made excellent
tivin3s as artists. Why should not I? Are
you a judge of art, DR.. Emerson? Can you
tell me how much of real merit these paint
ings possess?"
lie could have done so, Certa My. AL
though not himself an artist, in the practi-
cal sense, he possessed the cultivated art
tastes, and had enjoyed such opportunities
of education and travel as constituted him
Il judge and a connoisseur. But he hest
tated, and shrank from answering quite
truly.
Her lot was such q hard one and such
lonely one, and she had rested SO great a
! hope upon this poor, frail reed! Evidently
it had shielded her thus far from that sick
work seem so hard and hopeless.
They are extremely pretty pictures" he
| said, land l wish you the fullest success in
disposing of them"
/ He took them to q shop next day (all but
one, which he hung up in his own room,
and had private conversation with the
proprietor, which resulted in the pictures
being left.
That evening Evelyn's eyes grew bright
over the two sovereisns he handed to her.
| "a gentleman bought one," he said
That one OF the roses. / hope the other
will find admirers and purchasers soop
| since your heart is set upon it. But, Eve.
| lyn, there is no need for you 20 toll. l love
YOU. am not rich, but | can give you, AZ
least, a secure and happy home and true
heart, dear child, that will have no d are
wish than to make you happy. Put thes'
| thoughts of fame, these ambitious hopes S,
hard to realize, my darling-put then
aside for happiness and love. Say yot
| viii try to give me heart for heart. Sa,
/ you will be my wife, Evelyn"
| Ah, no. she would not lsten.~ 1t was moi
That his goodness had not touched her
Even while he spoke so tenderly, the nat
| ural instincts of her own womanly soul
| pleaded his cause, and she half suspected
that she loved him, and that, if she gave
her life into his guidance, he would lead
her to happiness and peace.
But a wild, ambitious dream of fame
| filed al her fancy, and seemed to her fool
ISL untried henri, more dear and more de.
sirabla than love.
Il have no wish to marry" she said,
hastily, shrinking back. you have been
more than kind, and l hope you will nos
think me ungra'efu if 1 refuse"
| He stopped her.
81 did rot think of gratitude; I wanted
love, lie said. Sunless you can give me
that, would not marry you for the world,
EYc'yn, much as I love you"
81 cannot. II do not love you," she
said, .uneasly; and supposed that she was
speaking only truth.
in yet her heart-she thought it was
her con cence-reploached her for the
sorrow i'll paurs face. And, as she grew
stlop% and we'll, and needed his services
no longer, she began to miss those long
I'll sndly visits Of his, and long sometimes
for the earnest eyes and kindly smile of her
true friend.
lie came DO more. How could he, since,
professionally, he was no longer needed,
and, as a lover, he Lad been refused! And
EVELYN. after a bitter crv over her own
folly, set to work resolutely to persuade
herself that She had done grand, heroic
thln9-had sacrificed simple and natural
domestic ties and home happiness to the
requirements of genius and ambition and
the hope of fame.
1 Will become celebrated woman" she
thought, "and laugh at this folly of love.
Ihere must be great merit in my work, when
one OF the pictures was sold Immediately.
why could he not be content to remain nv
friend. without thinking of love or mar
riage?"
She went to the shop rs soon as she was
able, and was delighted to find that another
drawing had been sold. And yet, though
the proprietor consented to let her bring
MN more, she could not fatter herself that
he showed any enthusiasm concerning the
matter.
ut will be different when am famous, +"
she thought. "They will come running
10 me eagerly then. And then, too, per-
Her thoughts reverted regretrully to
raul. Would he love her still, when she
mad gained wealth and fame, and could
hnd leisure 10 think of love? The poor
chlld was beginning to long for loves hap
piness. Ambition and fame, even when
they are attainable, are but dry, barren
husks at best, TO feed a womans loving
heart upon.
I'll take pictures to other shops" she
thought as she painted industriousiy.
She did so. Poor child, she could find