The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1886-12-11
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can give me that. | would mol marry
you for the world. Evelyn. much as
4 love you
/ cannot. III do not love you 4 Z
she said, uneasily and supposed
I Stilet she was speaking only truth.
And vet her heart she thought ii
was her conscience reproached her
for the sorrow in PauI's face. And, Z
as she grew strong and we'll. and
nreded his services no longer. she be-
gan tsmiss those long ffiendly y vdsits
Of his. aud k,ug yea sometimes FOR the
earnest eyes aud kindly snliieof her
true friend.
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been refused: And Evelyn, after a
bitter cry over her own folly, set to
work resolutely to persuade herself
that she had done grand, heroic
thing bad sacrificed simple aud nat
ural domestic ties and home nappi-
ness to the requirements of genius
and ambition and the hope of fame.
81 will become a celebrated WON
an" she thought. land laugh at this
folly of love. There must he great
merit in my work, when one of the
pictures was sold Immediately, Why
could he not be content to remain my
friend, without thinking of love or
marriage ?"
She went to the shop as soon as she
was able, and was delighted to find
that another drawing had been sold.
And yet, though the proprietor con-
sehted to let her bring more, she
could not flatter herself that he show
ed any enthusiasm concerning the
matter.
ut will be different when | am
famous" she thought. They will
come running to me eagerly hen
And then, too, perhaps"
Her thoughts reverted regretfuIly
to Paul. Would he love her still,
when she had gained wealth and
fame, and could find leisure to think
of love? The poor child was begin,
ming to long for loves happiness.
Ambition and fame, even when they
are attainable. are but dry, barren
husKs at best, to feed Woman's
loving heart upon,
"I'lI take pictures to other shops.',
she thought as she painted indus
triously.
She did so. Poor child, she could
find no one to receive them-no one
who wanted them at all. "That is
not art, )" said one gruff old dealer,
THAT'S child's play fancy work
wornen's rubbish. You have found
one shop where it sells, you say ?
Take it there, then. You'll not
easily find another" :"
She went out like one in a dream,
or, rather, like one who is dazed by
a sudden waking. She went straight
to the dealer who had taken her
pictures first, and implOred him to
answer her, truly, this question /:
"What are my drawings really
worth?"
She saw his embarrassment at
once. No need for further answer.
II understand, she said, quietly
she was very pale. "But why did
you ever receive them ?'
The dealer explained. The gentle
man had requested it so earnestly
the gentleman who brought the
drawings first, and who had bought
all that had been sold.
Her startled exclamation stopped
him.
"He? be' Oh, Paul my bene-
factor! Always my benefactor. How
have / been so blind? What shall |
do? How shall | atone? How can
| ever repay you?"
She FASTENED home and told her
mother all.
"Come with me to him." she i'm
plored her. II cannot rest until |
have confessed my error, and thank
him for his goodness. To think the
love of sucha heart was mine, and
that | lost it,"
She had not lost it, however. Love
such as this man bad give her is not
taken back so easily. Many an hour
of sorrow and regret had she caused
but still he loved her.
Together, Evelyn and her mother
sought him.
He was at home, the servant tolC
them, and a'one.
"Let us go to him unanounced, ,
Evelyn whispered.
They did 50. He was sitting with
his back to the half-open door, hi
face buried in his hands, resting OF