The Arizona sentinel., 1889-07-27
CONSUELO.
An "Angel of Sorrow" and an
"Angel of JOY"
Mary K. Vandyne, in Harper

It is about ten o'clock p. m, the
hour when life in its lightest and most
frivolous form is on parade in the
upper part of the city's great artery OF
trafic-Broadway.
Madison Square is brilliant with a
thousand lights; the great hotels are
thronged with idle groups, while up
and down the sidewalks continues the
steady stream of foot passengers which
will not diminish much before mid
night. The crowd upon the pavements
and in the hotels is frequently aug
mented for few minutes by persons
leaving the theaters in the vicinity
during the entr' acte for an airing, re-
freshments or cigars.
The crowd on promenade is motley
one, composed for the most part of
well-dressed men and women, and
from the animated tones and gestures,
the gay jests and light laughter, dis
tinguishable above the steady tramp
of feet, the rattling of cab-wheels and
the Ingling of car-bells, one might
think that care rested but lightly up on
the shoulders of most who are here.
Among the crowd of busy takers,
thoughtless idlers and devotees of
pleasure, walking at leisurely pace
and with thoughtful air, comes a
man whose genius has already made
his name a household word in many
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The handsome. scholarly face, with
its delicate. white complexion, its large,
soft, black eyes and sweeping black
mustache which fringes his sensitive
mouth. his graceful carriage and the
plain but faultless style of his attire,
stamp him easily as man of superior
type, even to those who do not rec
ognize in the lone individual the we'll
known figure of metropolitan life.
Above the jargon of sounds in the
streets rise occasionally from a side
street the tones of a piano-organ, &C
companied by the voice of a person
singing some Italian songs. The art
ist pauses for moment to listen to the
unusual pathetic ring of this voice,
and as he approaches it is struck by
the appearance of the singer. 1t is a
young girl, about sixteen years of age,
with Madonna-like face touched with
a look of most exquisite sorrow. Is it
possible that the coarse-looking Italian
yonder can have any connection with
this lovely child? 1t is not of this the
artist thinks as he fingers, throwing
coins into the old mans hat. 1t is of
how that lovely face would look on
canvasi
Suddenly the girl sees his ardent
gaze and her eyes droop to the ground.
while color like the first blush of
sunrise mantles her cheek. The artist
is yet more charmed. although he di-
verts his gaze, still following the couple
from street to street.
Finally the organ is closed up and
the two performers prepare to go home.
Godfrey Vail approaches the Italian
as he is about to go and touches him
upon the shoulder.
'Is it your daughter?" he asks,
pointing to the girl.
The man mods his head.
81 am an artist and would like to
paint her picture" said Godfrey.
The man shook his head in disap-
proval.
IF you will allow her to come to my
studio every day for month will pay
you literally"
"How much?" asked the man, gruf1y.
Zone hundred dollars" answered
the artist, after moments reflection.
''She would earn me more than that
with the organ"
Then we will say two hundred"
The mans greed was satisfied, and
he consented to the terms.
when shall we commenced"
Tomorrow, if it suits you," said
the artist.
Very well" answered the man, and
Godfrey handed him his card.
Godfrey turned homeward, pleased
with his discovery. For long time
he had meditated painting a series
of pictures representing the emotions.
Here is my Angel of Sorrow
idealized already" he said to himself
as he pursued his way through the
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