Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1886-11-11
The HEART AND ART.

had taken place, had driven over to the
spot where poor Evelyn Gray (who had
been on her way to the city to try and sell
her pictures) had been knocked down by
furniture van and terribly shaken.
1t was Doctor Emerson who uttered the
above exclamation. He had come up
providentially in time to drag her from the
wheels of the vehicle, and he now assisted
her into the cab, and directed the driver to
drive toward her home.
The Doctor was struck with admiration
of her beauty. He delicately extracted
from her the circumstances under which
she and her mother were living.
Mother and /" she said, with half
sad smile, "are quite alone in the world,
and quite dependent ON each other. We
are poor, but we have known none OF the
real hardships of poverty yet; for when
poor papa died, year ago, there was left
to us, after the settlement of his affairs,
sufficient money to support us for quite a
wilhelm fact, until few weeks ago.
When the money was nearly gone, we be-
gan to look for some means OF self-sup-
port. 1 suppose we ought to have thought
about that sooner; but my mother was Ill
for O long time, and the grief of our be-
reavement, together with the sense OF be-
wilderment that our great reverse OF fort
une caused, made us really unable to real
ize our position or provide for the future.
Now, however, we have commenced to look
the inevitable bravely in the face, and
adapt our lives to our altered fortunes.
Poor dear mamma has obtained some nee-
dlework-fne embroidery-and I-oh, my
hopes are great! I will show you what
DuatS And IL she opened the roll or waer-coror
drawings.
"Ialways took the prize at school for this
sort of work" she said, with Frightening
eye and heightened color, "and afterward
friends used to praise and admire them Sc
much. Many women have made excellent
livings as artists. Why should not /? Are
you Judge Of art, DR.. Emerson? Can you
tell me how much of real merit these paint
ings possess?"
He could have done so, certainly. Al
though not himself an artist, in the practi-
cal sense, he possessed the cultivated ar
tastes, and had enjoyed such opportunities
of education and travel as constituted hin
Judge and connoisseur. But he hest
tated, and shrank from answering quite
truly.
Her lot was such hard one and such
lonely one, and she had rested so great
hope upon this poor, frail reed! Evidentl.
| eninp self-distrust and doubt that make
work seem so hard and hopeless.
"They are extremely pretty pictures" h
said, sand / wish you the fullest success il
disposing of them"
He took them to shop next day (all bu
one, which he hung up In his own room)
and had a private conversation with tn
proprietor, which resulted in the picture
| being left.
That evening Evelyn's eyes grew brigh
over the two sovereiens he handed to her
"A gentleman bought one," he said
"That one of the roses. hope the other
will find admirers and purchasers soon
since your heart is set upon it. But, Eve
lyn, there is no need for you to toll. Low
YOU. l am not rich, but l can give you, q
least, a secure and happy home and tru
heart, dear child, that will have no deare
wish than to make you happy. Put thes
thoughts of fame, these ambitious hopes
hard to realize, my darling-put ther
aside for happiness and love. Say yo
will try to give me heart for heart. Sa
you will be my wife, Evelyn"
Alb, no! she would not listen. 1t was nc
that his goodness had not touched hel
Even while he spoke so tenderly, the nat
ural instincts of her own womanly sou
pleaded his cause, and she half suspecte
that she loved him, and that, If she CAV
her life into his guidance, he would lea
her to happiness and peace.
But a wild, ambitious dream OF fam
filled all her fancy, and seemed to her fool
ish untried heart, more dear and more de
sirable than love.
II have no wish to marry" she sai(
hastily, shrinking back. "You have bee
more than kind, and 1 hope you will nj
think me ungrateful if 1 refuse
He stopped her.
II did not think of gratitude; / wante
love" he said. "Unless you can give N
that, would not marry you for the worlC
Evelyn, much as / love you"
"I cannot. II do not love you" sh
said, uneasily; and supposed that she WI
speaking only truth.
And yet her heart-she thought it wt
her conscience-reproached her for tn
sorrow in Paul's face. And, as she gre
strong and well, and needed his servic'
no longer, she began TO miss those lor
friendly visits Of his, and long sometime
for the earnest eyes and kindly smile OF h'
true friend.
He came no more. How could he, sine
professionally, he was no longer needle
and, as q lover, he had been refusedP Al
Evelyn, after q bitter cry over her ov
| folly, set TO Work resolutely 10 peIsuh'
herself that she had done q grand, hero
thing-had sacrificed simple and natur
domestic ties and home happiness to Il
requirements of genius and ambition al
the hope Of fame.
IL will become q celebrated woman" 81
thought, "and laugh at this folly of lov
There must be great merit in my work, VIII
one of the pictures was sold immediatel
Why could he not be content to remain n
friend. without thinking OF love or ma
riage2"
She went to the shop as soon as she W
: able, and was delighted to find that anoth
: drawing had been sold. And yet, thou
o fhe nroprietor consented to let her bri