Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1888-02-09
Mchannswn Frederick County, Maryland Thursday February 1885,

Yet often, during the succeeding au-
tnmn and winter, after her work was
done, she stood before the two pictures
Changing in the place of honor on the
parlor wall), and sighed in an incom-
prehensive way that would have spok-
en- volumes to any one experienced
enough to read them.
And what of him 2" And that year
he had worked as he had never before
worked, and the end was gained. His
great picture had given him fame
enough to be master of pretty little
villa on the Thames, kaintily furnished,
and boasting garden worthy of 1stam-
boul, a pleasure Yacht and carriage.
There was dun COW, moreover in the
little pasture at the back, and noble
Newfoundland lying at his feet. Also
ladies work table and easy chair be-
one of the windows, at which he gazed
with proud smile. 1fe took an en-
broidered note case from his breast pock
ct, and extracted from its leaves the fad
ed effigy of a blush rose.
"Do YOU see that, Paul, my boz ~ lie
said gaiy, holding it towards the dog,
who was Watching him curiously.
And Paul sme,t 1t. and still more be-
wlldared. What could his master want
of such thing? Was it not June, and
were not the roses blooming in the gar
den? Why did he not 90 out there and
gather fresh one:
All, Paul, that was all you knew
about it Curtis Howard was pressing
1t to his lips, like a lover in an old ro-
nance, murmuring, "She took the thorn
from it before she gave 1t to me, angel
that she was dear little Mary
Mary Morrison's tasks for the day
were over, the cows had been stabbed
ibr the night, the milk was put
away, and her father had gone over
to the next house to smoke his pi pc
with q neighbors farm, and exchange
opinions about farming. The girl was
alone and lonely. So, calling Trip she
put on her hat and went down the hill.
Beside the gate she halted.
"Here we first met she said softly,
leaned against the rail something dim
med her eyes. She dashed it away in
dignantly. And she promised herself
that she would grievc no more for what
colald not be helped.
"Crying for the moon like q great
taby, which | am ~ she cried, stamp
ing her little foot Indignantly. | WON
der, Trip, that you do not laugh at me,
| Trip had something better to do -
An enemy was IN sight-a great black
dog was marching gravely up the hill,
waving his feathery tail as if he was
monarch of all he surveyed. Trip,
small as lie was, would not convince
him to the contrary, and showing his
teeth, and growing as if he would
swallow an earthquake, he made sud-
den dash into the road, with q bark
like twenty penny trumpets blown by
one breath.
"Trip Trip" cried the girl without
looking around.
Paul, be quiet said a voice that
made her heat stand still. Trip, why
Trip, my fine fellow, have you forgotten
me.
The sharp bark changed to IL delight
ed whine, the two dogs suspended hos
tiIities and came together at her feet,
then some one followed, and her haud
was taken in VAIN one.
"Is 1t you, tfren ~ she SAID turning
round and looking into the bright gay
face.
1T is l I" and he gazed as earnestly
as sh8 had done.
She was not thin or pale she evident
ly had not pined for hrn and yet there
was something-an added look of gray
ity that only love can bring.
"Are you glad to see me-"
Very, very glad, she said, bending
down to caress Paul, who had thaust
his cold nose into her hand, and speak
a kind word to Trip, lest he should get
Jealous of the sable stranger.
The artist waited patiently. When
she looked up he said quietly:
II have often thought of you these
long months. painted your picture
for the exhibition this year, and it has
made my fortune. So came to thank |
you for putting so much happiness with.
IN my reach. am going to be mar
ried, came to say goodbye to Mary
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