The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-09-08

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was to substitute democracy for the
Hohenzolle1ns. The club had been fer
reted out by the police; Ernst and two or
three other members had been condemned
TO brief Imprisonment; moreover, he
had been disinherited and disowned by
his father, furious loyalist. Worst of
all, q beautiful girl to whom he was be-
trothed had, during his confinement, been
driven or coaxed into n marriage with
some old baron. This last sorrow, which
he related with childlike candor and sim.
phcity, made janet Holcum blush to her
ears, even while her heart throbbed with
pity.
When he rose to return to his room, he
appeared to be at least temporarily recon
ciled to the struggle of life.
II will dry it lectle longer, if you will
| gift me hand" he said. 81 viii go to
bainting again.
''Ohi how can you talk of it so coollyp
| she exclaimed with heartfelt solemnity
! and even with horror. Don't you know
| that what you have done today is very
wicked? Forgive ner' she added in
stantly, remembering how miserable he
had been. and looking with pity at his
wasted face. By the way, she talked
very little of her Johnsonese to this
man; for in the first place, she sup
posed that he, being a foreigner, might
not understand it; and secondly, she had
to be SO earnest with him that only the
simplest words seemed suitable
what could l dor" he asked. "a
gentleman may not pc peggar. Pc
Sides was not banter at home. Mein
faders were to make of me panker.
Bnint' was merely my fancy. ] had no
hope success in it. What could do?"
''Will you promise to come to take
breakfast with me?"
II bromise-upon my honor"
Remember, now-upon your honorl
Good night"
He took her hand and before she could
guess what he meant to do, he kissed it.
Notwithstanding the perfect simplicity
of bis manner, notwithstanding that the
action was obviously mere expression of
civility and gratitude, Janet Holcum,
who had never before had her hand
kissed, blushed again until it seemed to
her that her hair was turning scarlet
Without noticing her confusion, this
ragged gentleman said sweetly Good
night" and bowed himself out of the
room.
From this good night forward Janet
was burdened and blessed with another
labor of love. She had a suicide to re-
form; soul without hope to fill with
hope; q man without work to provide
with work; lover of lager to satisfy
with black tea; q brand to snatch from
all sorts of burnings. 1t was not only
heavy load to carry, but delicate one to
handle. Her orphan, as she soon began
to call him, must not eat in her room for
fear of Mrs. Grundy. She must content
herself with letting him go to cheap res
taurants for his dinner, and with occasion
ally carrying him cup of tea to wash
down the dry bread which she knew
was his only supper. AS for converse
she firmly invited him to see her every
Sunday evening; she sometimes dropped
into his to look at his work and
cheer him on with it; oftener still, she
took walk with him in the hall or an
evening promenade in the streets.
She was proud of herself, and yet
ashamed of herself 1t struck her as al
most indelicate that she should support a
man, especially young and handsome one.
Moreover, her labor of love was fearful
expense, compared with her small income.
She was soon obliged to draw ON her saw
ings bank deposit, and that had always
been kept in O consumptive state by the
needs of her girl cousin. At first she
her painter, or of interesting some rich
school committeeman in his behalf; but
very shortly she took such fancy to him
that she did not want any one else to earn
a claim to his gratitude; and SO she went
on paying out her savings for his necessi-
ties. When winter arrived and fuel must
be had, she bought it for him, although
he tried to do without. Next came an
overcoat and q pair of mittens and some
heavy undertaking, because she could
not bear to see him walking the streets
with red nose and fingers. 1t was in
vain for him to refuse; she absolutely
forced him to take.
Meantime small profits from his brush.
The picture which she had thought per-
feet really had but five or six days work
upon it, and needed month more. And
when it was done it brought only $25 It
was of no use for her to scold the picture
dealer for his sharpness, and to endeavor
to move his pity by telling him the tale
of the Germans poverty. The man of
art replied that it was not q known name;
that paintings sold in the American
market mainly by force of reputation;
that he had his own living to make, and
that she might take the money or leave it.
"If he can do figure picture, and do it
! 1fSb rate, SUN ILLS IuJIOIlSu IlOuSt6f, i
can be more liberal with him. There are
SO many landscapesl Every American
artist can make landscapes"
On this hint Ernst commenced figure
| picture. 1t was his forte; he had simply
tried landscape because he had judged
that to be the favorite genre in America;
he had known that he could not hope to
excel in it. A beautiful group was soon
sketched, representing scene from King
Philips war, the interior of cabin.
lighted by it's own flames, q beautiful girl
in the grasp of Wampanoag warriors, o
father and brother struggling manfully
against her captors, and in the near back
ground, family seen through the shat
tered door, a coming relief of Puritan
riders. Janet Holcum, the patriotic New
Highlander, was delighted with what she
thought already perfect success, and
wanted to sell the group as it was.
"No," judged Ernst. Il cannot avvord
to waste Wrist Impressions. This is the
most divvicult bart of the bainting,
though the quickest. But it will need a
long time to make it goot enough 1t will
need all winter" he concluded, with q
piteously apologetical glance at Janet.
go on" she said, flushing with the
noble heart beat of self sacrifice as she
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