The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-11-16
This curious effect lasted but


minutes; then l saw Pansy once more
sitting in the ch1ir, and the other girl
leaning over her. The vision or Illus
sion wore upon its arm a pearl bracelet
that it had not worn the day before,
the counterpart of which Pansy wore.
That day the maid came at the end OF
the sitting and hustled her young lady
away with sharp promptitude.
The picture needed one more sitting.
/ was intensely anxious to proceed with
it. The day and the hour appointed
came, but Pansy did not come with
them. Instead of her light football
heard once more a dumping of heavy
boots and thick cane upon the stairs,
and Mr.. Cranch entered. Important as
ever. l still detected trouble in his face.
my daughter Pansy is ill.," he said,
''and m afraid this sort of thing is not
good for her. In fact her decisions
have returned with great force. The
doctor advises a retreat, but l can't
bear the thought OF it. However. she
iiuot hOe SAe iuOiCs VI
course, l will pay you for the picture
as though she did. suppose you can
do it from memory?"
..Mr Cranch," said l, '.as to the por-
trait, let it go. / shall never trouble
you about it, assure YOU"
..But want it, he said. sadly. at
may be ali / shall have of my daughter
soon. l don't think we can keep the
girl alive; she's very delicate-very.
He sighed. ''And then her delnslons
may end in something worse than death
Do you know she tells us her sister,
Rose, who has been dead three long
years. comes with her to be done, and
that you see her, and paint her. You
see by that how bad she is"
Great heavens!" calculated.
''Td like to see the picture" said Mr..
Cranch.
But l resolved he should not.
Forgive me, l had rather not show
it to you," said /.
81 insist" said Mr.. Cranch.
$50 do l." l answered. ut is unfin-
ished."
Mr.. Cranch turned upon me roughly
''YOu have been painting young
lady's portrait, and refuse to let her
father see it ?" cried the old gentle
man.
With sudden stride he crossed
the room and turned my canvas. which
stood with its back toward us, face out
ward.
MIR. Cranch gave an inarticulate
cry. and staggered backward. caught
his arm and helped him to a seat. His
face was purple. His breath came
hard.
you've almost killed mer' said he,
when he had somewhat recovered.
"What have You been doing there?"
Sir" said /. 81 did not desire you
to see it. Ipainted what saw"
That is Rose" said the father. 81
know her by the dimple in her chin.
Pansy must have photograph. sup
pose she must have brought it to you to
do from"
NO" I said. Il saw that figure
where l have painted it"
The old gentleman sprang to his feet
and shook his cane at me.
"You lie!'' said he. "You have en-
couraged the poor girls delusions. You
have painted Rose from her description.
You have undone all that care and ten
derness have done. You are vile
wretch, and you have robbed my poor
child of her reason. l want to kill
you! lwant to kill your
"As God is my Judge you wrong me-"
said /. But as spoke | saw that his
opinion was the one that would occur
to any man of ordinary common sense
placed in his position.
The old man shook his cane at me
again and hurried out of the room. and
| cast myself down upon my sofa. and
l am not ashamed to say that tears
were very near my eyes. l had never
been in love. but as thought of Pansy
l realized what love might be to
man, and l understood also that |
should never see her again in this
world.
| never did. She died before the
snow fell.-Mary Kyic Dallas. IN N. Y.
LedIer.