Connecticut western news., 1889-05-29

see the great artists works, often sadly interrupting him when he wished to be alone, but always courteously received.
 Five years had gone by since his brief love dream had had its sudden birth and tragic finale.
 His gentle face had grown gentler, and perhaps tinge of sadness had crept in between the handsome lines; but he had little to complain of so far as suc- cess was concerned.
 He is busy in his studio when some callers are announced. They are foreigners, evidently, from their names. Godfrey glances carelessly at the card, and, not recognizing the names, is about to excuse himself, but suddenly changes his mind. <
 His visitors are show into the studio.
 A gentleman, refined and distinguish ed in appearance, and lady some years his junior. A white veil partly secludes the lady's face.
 Godfrey bows politely, and advances to meet them as they are announced. The gentleman, speaking in French, apologized for their intrusion and asks permission to look at some of the artists work, and the lady, who has observed the artists favorite picture, leads her companion towards it. After viewing it for some minutes and exchanging re- marks of admiration in their own tongue, the gentleman, turning to Geof- frey, asks him if the picture can be purchased.
 'On no consideration" replied the artist. ''It is reserved at price which even the most extravagant would never care to go to-
 'Which means that you do not wish to sell it." replied his visitor.
 The artist bowed in acquiescence.
 "And did you ever see face which suggested such beauty2' asked his visi- itor, adding "Pardon me, but have a purpose in inquiring."
 'I have seen one," replied the artist, "with which this creation of mine could but feebly compare"
 As he said this his eye caught the face of the lady who had removed her | veil.
 "Consuelor' cried the artist, forget ting his visitors for a moment"
 But they were smiling at him pleas antly. "Pardon me-" he said. ''Some fan cied resemblance compelled me to utter that name."
 The lady approached nearer to him.
 "Do you not remember me, then7" she said, softly.
 The artist looked puzzled and per- plexed.
 'Surely it is Consuelo; but, pardon me, you have changed your name. :" And he glanced significantly at her con- panion. "Ah and you are no more tho Angel of Sorrow; you might now pose for the Angel of Joy" Consuelo seemed to enjoy his per plexity. "And have not you found a true Consuelo also?" she asked laugh ingly.
 The artist shook hi head sadly. "Papa, this is MT. Vail," said Con- suelo, turning to her companion, who offered his hand to Godfrey with pleas ant smile.
 "You are wond erlng what it all means," said Consuelo, also smiling; but it is long story; papa will tell you while l look at some pictures round the studio, and if you wish to repeat the question you asked so long ago, which l never answered, repeat it to him."
 The story was briefly told.
 Consuelo had been kidnapped from her home in Italy and shipped to New York. After many years she had been traced and returned to her parents. She had fled from Geoffrey's presence because ashamed of her humble origin and parentage, believing the padrone to be her father, and had been rescued immediately afterwards
 In Italy she had been educated, pre- viously exacting from her father g promise that as soon as her education was completed he would bring her to New York.
 Such a story could have but one se- quel-a happy marriage. It was assuredly happy one, and soon afte,