St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1888-11-03

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Dictates Of Conscience.
s'Mr. Rutherford. tho face OF the
heroine in your picture IL my cousin
Clarissa's."
''Yes. Miss Haywood; I took tho un-
pardonable liberty Of placing Miss Ire
ton on canvas in the guise OF my favor
ite, Scottish Mary. I couldn't help Il
We painters are queer mortala you
know. Once in . lifetime We come
across . face, idealize It. and forever
moro It Is the basis Of al our produo-
tions." and Hugh Rutherford gased
with something moro than . painters
admiration ON the TACO OF his Soottish
Mary.
Two red spots burned ON Lucetse
Heywood's cheeks. and her pale-olue
eyes snapped fre as she gased at the
handsome artist
Birds Of . feather dock together. I
am positive now that this poor artist
and my penniless cousin love each
other. And /. tho heiress Of Haywood I,
have pa&ronized-lionized him In
vain" were tho thoughts that passed
rapidly through Miss Heywood's mind.
And Luoette Haywood va right
Hugh Rutherford came 70 spend .
couple Of months among tho New
Hampshire hills. A poor artist every
body thought him. and it pleased him
to let every body think %. but the
aristocratic HeVwoods 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 aristocratio
family. and she did Ill in her power to
show the artist how very condesoend-
ing she could be. The truth Of the
matter was Lucet&e 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, Il shall miss her very
much when she goes avAy."
lis Miss Ireton going away?" and
the artist looked up quickly.
.'Oh. yes; after her marriage with
Mr.. Squires she goes to Europe"
Tho 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 been
living like man In . beautiful dream. /
and this terrible awakening was too
much for him.
He caught sight Of Lucet*e's pale
blue eyes bent on him pityingly. There
was something in her glance that stung
him to the quick. and hs recovered his
composure instaatly.
Strange. I never heard any thing Of
the approaching marriage" said the1
artist, quietly. Il cay strange because
I thought in . small place like this
affairs Of that kind were freely dis
cussed."
so they are, Mr.. Ruthsr1ord; but |
you know Mr.. Squires II quite N old
gentleman. and when Nay and Do
cember marry people No thought
It best. for Clarissa's sake. to keep Il . |
secret You are the first have
mentioned It 70 outside our own TAM
ily."
Mr.. Rutherford bowed In acknowl-
edgment Of the compliment
You viii not fail u this evening,
Mr.. Rutherforda" sid LucetAe, NOV.
ing toward the door.
Thank you, Aiss Haywood, win
put IN IN appearance. II possible" and
the artist held open tho door for Lu-
cette. who left the cottage. fully salts
6ed with her mornings work.
Hugh Rutherford returned 20 his un-
finished picture. and. Hfting Il ftoa
the easel. he set IL with IT. face 20 tho
wall. saying:
May God forgive you, Clarisea
lreton. for this summers work. I see
you up for IN ideal-a being - perfect
q mortal could be-but I And you. In
reality, . woman. fun Of woman's
weakness. Well, it's . lesson nost Of
% have 70 leaEn some tins. asa / sop
pose the sooner Il - Aers ana over the
better" concluded The artisk bitterly.
''Clarissa. you look - II you haA
buried Ill yoaf f1sa6s. Really e
makes mo nervous 70 wateh yea." I'D
Lucette Haywood. - she nsGiesd ~
cloud resting On the perSsotly bsautifal
face Of her cousan.
Then don't vaAsA ma LnoseaA"
answered Clarissa.
but I can't help vsAcAiae yen.
What ails you. CaEisssp
'Oh, Luostta I teel R1oQaAla"
why ye2 shy G1 Aey 81 Joy