Democratic messenger., 1888-09-08

Listen then, ana you VIII hear
Why you sigh and weep and blush.
Why cen now you bid mo hush:
Sing. . sing. 20 birds tles bs;
Answer, music OF tho SO
Spin. old earth 70 MELODY
Boz my one iovo loveth me,
Doth sllo not my hearth
-ANelio Rivcs In Ilarper'S Magazine
7HE} deirED ARTIST.
Tho scdno an English artists studio
.n Paris Il was full OF warm lights and
shifting shadows. with tho clear radiance
OF tho north sloping skyiight streaming
full upon tho canvas that occupied tho
easel. whilo all around wero scattered tho
elegant little tokens Of an artists refined
life and cultivated taste.
Rupert CeAil sat before tho easel. u slcn.
dcr.J Fa,- -yhaircd young man. with blue
d1 Eyes. and features outlined like
V Evcs Of Greek model; while bis
Y /velvet painting cap. tasselcd with
ksoid. and Persian dressing gown that he
| woro added. by species Of sympathetic
contrast. 70 his refined beauty. And
directly opposite 70 him. In crimson
cushioned easy chair. upon tho dais dc.
voted to Mr.. Cccil's sitters. rcclincd one
Of tho most beautiful girls Of tho Paris
season. Olive Clcrmont.
Dark and glittcring. with hair like
mcshcs OF misty jet. and checks glowing
like shadowcd pomegranate blossoms. she
sat thcrc. rs Cleopatra might have sat en-.
throned before tho worshiping gazo OF
Mark Antony. her eyes filed with lambent
light beneath their long. curlcd lashes.
and tho coral red lips half apars; and as
she sat long breath. like sigh. Huttercd
through tho crimson portals.
you arc tired. Miss Clcrmont." sa;l
Mr.. Cecil. pausing with his brush poised
half way above tho palette.
mot tired" Olive answered. with 30.
witching smilo: 'only was thinking"
"And may venture to ask of whatr'
"0f your future"
Tho dark eyes glowcd. tho velvet lips
dimpled into smile.
Rupert Cecil looked up with sudden
deepening Of color.
'And how did your fancy honor mo by
picturing that same futurey" ho asked. In
q low. thrilling voice.
Olive Clermont laughed.
NAY. must not tell you that. Fame.
glory. rcnown. will all DO yours; while
Yes" ho repeated very slowly; ''whilc
you"
"Whilc shall DO only Olive Clcrmont."
She rose us shc spoke. with sweet
smile and nod toward young lady who
sat in the shadow beyond. engaged In
some light fancy work.
Come. Clara; think. Mr.. Cecil. you
said the sitting was complete"
For today. yes. ho answered mechani.
cally
"Shall come again next week. on Tues.
dayr'
''As usual. II you please"
And Olive ClermOnt. tying rcd plumed
hat over her black curls. swept out Of tho
room. followed by her companion. leaving
rupert Cecil In dreamy ecstasy of bliss.
He Ind loved her with tho passionate
alteration OF man Of gcnius-and tho
faintcst dawn Of possibility that his de.
votion might be returned was simply In.
toxicating To him
lie was still rapt IN these mcditations.
when. some five minutes later. ho camo
downstairs. stopping Us he did so In the
little ante room TO leave tho key Of his
studio during his temporary absence.
As ho stood waiting for the portcr's
! little boy 20 attend his summons. n silver.
clear voice from the vcstibulc rang on his
! ear
"What nonsense. Clara! As II should
/ ever condcsccnd 10 think twice Of poor
artist. llc may consider himself very
highly honorcd II ! gmuse myself ono day
in II week with this portrait painting busi.
ness.
And then tho wheels Of tho glittering
carriage rolled up 10 tho door, aud Olive
! Clcrnont and her friend. Miss Allen. wero
whirlcd away
Rupert Cicil stood perfectly quiet. with
the studio key hnnginGon his little finger;
and no ono would have thought. TO view
! tho composurc Of his lip and brow. that
tho brightest hope and aspiration Of his
| life hal that moment received It's death
blow Well. what II tho smart was bit.
ter. the sting passing kccnY Men. aye
scores Of them. had endured II. and lived
valiantly through tho agony long Gro 'h.s.
It.was quite true. ho was only poor
artist.
When olivo Clcrmont camo into ihe
studio again. on tho following Tuesday.
Mr.. Cecil was painting industriously away
at little scarlet lighted Eruption Of
Mount Vesuvius.
And my picture. Mr.. Cccilr' lispcd the
belle. with somewhat OF plaintivc rcproach
in her accents
Il am very sorry. " hc said quietly. "but
Il Inns met with an accident. Tho canvas
Is slit through from t9p 10 bottom"
Olive uttered an exclamation OF sur.
prise and disappointment.
oh. dcarl how could that possibly have
hnppcncdr But you will begin IL again.
Mr. Cccil3'
Il regret to say" no answered coldly.
that my other engagements will not per.
init Of IL. Ilcave for England next week. ="
Olive Clcrmont poutcd 1T will DO u
very great disappointment 10 papa.
II am sorry" Cecil answered frigidly;
I and that was all tho satisfaction tho bcllo
could get out OF him
Il don't SEQ what has happened TO put
him out. she said 20 Clara Allen when
4 they were onco moro seated In tho car
riagc but don't rarc very much about
Il. ono way or the other ] was getting
tired ~ the Irritation
No Miss Clermon; dismissed tho young
artist for good and all from her mind
Had she not plenty 81 other things 10 busy
the capricious little omnium gathcrum
that sh" called her mindf
lis Il rally truo that no Is so famous?"
Olive ClcrmOnt was thu speaker. but
ah how changed Pink checked aud
cherry lippd still. with the rrcs and
! ra"rricS on" buys IN u perfun"r shop al
>n much Ia.r ounce. chile blue rir'l,'S ont
linrl the heavy eyes amt the lines ni the
iarc wer, risid ani mnla>tic Mnnnvcr,
her dress was ~ l"ngrr rirh and fresh
and siii,l,i,sl aver with l,wrl,h slarklcs.
ff the wealthy MnS,.S Term nt 0i old
NaS ltile hriIcr nnw than an imIover
a. fasttn IA