Sharp County record., 1888-09-20
REWARDED.
Happy Result of Following the
Dictates of Conscience.

"Mr. Rutherford, the face OF the
heroine in your picture is my cousin
Clarissa's."
"Yes, Miss Haywood; | took the un-
pardonable liberty of placing Miss Ire
ton on canvas in the guise of my favor
ite, Scottish Mary. l couldn't help it.
We painters are queer mortals, you
know. Once in a lifetime we come
across a face, idealize it, and forever
more it is the basis of all our produc-
tions," and Hugh Rutherford gazed
with something more than a painters
admiration on the face of his Scottish
Mary.
Two red spots burned on Lucette
Heywoods cheeks, and her pale-blue
eyes snapped fire as she gazed at the
handsome artist.
birds of feather flock together. l
am positive now that this poor artist
and my penniless cousin love each
other. And |, the heiress OF Haywood, {,
have patronized-lionized him in
vain," were the thoughts that passed
rapidly through Miss Heywood's mind.
And Lucette Haywood was right.
Ugh Rutherford came to spend a
10 Nple of months among the New
manlqpshire hills. A poor artist every
Tbouy thought him, and it pleased him
to let every body think so, but the
aristocratic Heywoods took notion to
patronize him-they took him up, and
the artist found himself the lion OF the
place.
Miss Lucette Haywood was the most
patronizing of this very aristocratlc
family, and she did all in her power tC
snow the artist how very condescend,
ing she could be. The truth OF the
matter was Lucette was in love with
the handsome artist, and she was de-
termined her cousin shouldn't have
him.
Dear Clarissa," said Lucette, sigh
ing softly, II shall miss her very
much when she goes away"
"Is Miss Ireton going awayP" anC
the artist looked up quickly.
'Oh, yes; after her marriage with
Mr.. Squires she goes to Europe"
The painter dropped his brush
Lucette, his picture, and every thing
in the room danced around him in
ring.
For the last two months he had beer
living like man in a beautiful dream,
and this terrible awakening was too
much for him.
He caught sight of Lucettes pal'
blue eyes bent on him pityingly. There
was something in her glance that stunG
him to the quick, and he recovered hi
composure instantly.
"Strange, never heard any thing o
the approaching marriage" said th'
artist, quietly. 81 say strange because
thought in small place like thi
affairs of that kind were freely dis
cussed."
80 they are, Mr.. Rutherford; bu
YOU know Mr.. Squires is quite an OLE
gentleman, and when May and De
cember marry people-well, we though
it best, for Clarissa's sake, to keep it {
secret. You are the first | hav'
mentioned it to outside our own fam
ily."
Mr.. Rutherford bowed in acknowl
edgment of the compliment.
"You will not fail us this evening
Mr.. Rutherford" said Lucette, moy
ing toward the door,
THANK you, Miss Haywood, ! viii
put in an appearance, if possible" ant
the artist held open the door for Lu
cette, who left the cottage, fully salts
fed with her mornings work.
Hugh Rutherford returned to his un
finished picture, and, lifting it from
the easel, he set it with its face TO th'
wall, saying:
MAY God forgive you, Clariss;
Ireton, for this summers work. l SCI
vou I'D for an ideal-a being as perfec
as mortal could be-but find you, II
reality, woman, full of woman''
weakness. Well, it's lesson most o
lis have to learn some time, and l sup
nose the sooner it is here and over the
better" concluded the artist, bitterly.
"Clarissa, you look as if you hac
buried all your friends. Really II
makes me nervous to watch you" said
Lucette Haywood, as she noticed the
cloud resting on the perfectly beautiful
face of her cousin.
"Then don't watch me, Lucette, u
answered Clarissa