New Ulm weekly review., 1886-09-15

ment at the bottom of thecup. Turn.
ing it toward the light he saw pict-
ure framed in gems, and bending near
er, the large blue eyes of the lovely
stranger at the concert looked up at
him from the depths of the goblet with
an earnest appealing gaze.
He nearly dropped the cup in his
surprise. Snatching the ebony case
from the chimney piece, he searched it
for some clew OF the mysterious gift.
Half-hidden in the velvet lining, he
found morsel of paper, and drawing
it forth, and holding it upto the light,
he read:
"Not dead, but hoping and praying
for you ever. May"
"May! May alive, and remember
ing me!' And then, as the full signiti-
canoe OF the gift flashed across his
mind, the crimson flushed to his ten-
pies, and sinking on his knees, he laid
his head down beside the magic goblet,
and burst into a passion of tears.
Those who called at the rooms of the
artist during the next week found
them closely shut. At last it was
rumored that he had suddenly sailed
for England, and few days more
proved the rumor to be true.
A year passed by, and at the annual
exhibition OF Academy painters, g.
picture made it's appearance that
took the world of fashion by storm.
Every paper noticed it, every person
Of I md
approving were the comments, that
pretty Pauline Danforth, who. in gen
eral, cared nothing at all about pict-
ures OF any kind, asked her brother
James to take her to see the wonder
on a certain day.
James, like kind brother.
consented, but with an odd
twinkle in his eye which Pauline
could not quite understand. When
that evening train from Boston
brought Mr.. Warburton and his adopt
ed daughter, May, for u visit of some
weeks, James eyes seemed to twinkle
more brightly than ever, and on his
own accord he invited Miss May to
join their party on the following day.
May accepted the invitation with a
suppressed sigh. Hearing which, ] James
smiled so broadly that Pauline hunt
ed him speedily into corner, and de-
manded a share of his secret, whatey-
er it might be.
But James proved obdurate. She
would know all, he said, at the gallery,
where the name OF the successful ar
tist was to be proclaimed on the fol-
lowing day.
Pauline reflected a moment.
"Oh!" she exclaimed; and her eyes
began to dance in their turn
But not one word said the little
traitoress to her friend May. Only she
took care that their visit to the GAL
lery should be paid at very early
hour before the fashionable world had
scarcely risen from their beds.
Early as it was, however, one gen
tleman stood before the famous pict-
ure, gazing intently at the beautiful,
golden-haired, guardian angel, who,
with white, waving wings, bent for
ward over the shoulders OF dark
browed man, walking heedlessly on q
full gulf, and drew from his unwilling
hands golden cup overfowing with
wine.
Pauline gave one swift glance at the
angel in the picture and at the solita-
ry gazer. Then she touched her broth
er's arm, and while May went unsus-
pectingly forward, the two vanished
into an inner room, where a portrait
gallery had been recently lmprovised.
Hearing the light step behind him
the artist turned away, with GRIM
soning brow, from the contemplation
of his own picture.
But. with his first glance at the face
of the newcomer. he paused.
May, unheeding him in her haste to
see the picture, lifted her eyes to the
canvas. She stood rooted to the spot
in her amazement, her heart throb-
bins, her color rising, and at last, her
blue eyes filling with tears.
"Oh, Pauline!" she exclaimed, in
an agitated tone. ''It must be his
picture! No one else could have paint
ed it! He is saved!'
eyes. thanks to you, sweet angel,
under God. he is ssaved!" replied 81 deep
voice.
She turned, and met the dark eyes
of the artist gazing at her III worship.
"May-my little May-will you take
the life you rescued?'' he asked.
With noble courage she laid her
hand in his. And now no home is
happier than that OF thefamous paint
er, where his sweet Guardian Angep'
smiles upon his wallis, and dwells en-
shrined within his loving heart.
The Human Family.