The Arizona sentinel., 1889-07-27
o be alone, but always courueously re-

OSOAOAJ
ceived.
Five years had gone by since his
brief love-dream had its sudden birth
and tragic finale.
His gentle face had grown gentler,
and, perhaps, a tinge of sadness crept
in between the handsome lines; but he
had little to complain of so far as sue
cess was concerned.
He is busy in his studio when some
callers are announced. They are for
eigners, 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 shown into the
studio.
A gentleman, refined and distin-
guished in appearance, and lady
some years his junior. A white vail
partly secluded the lady's face.
Godfrey bows politely, and advances
to meet them as they are announced.
The gentleman, speaking in French,
apologies for their intrusion and
asks permission to look at some OF
the artists work. and the lady, who
has observed the artists favorite pict-
ure, leads her companion toward it.
After viewing it for some minutes and
exchanging remarks of admiration
in their own tongue, the gentleman,
turning to Godfrey, asks him if the
picture can be purchased.
son no consideration" replied the
artist. 1T is reserved at a price which
even the most extravagant would
never care to go to-"
(Which means that you do not care
to sell it?" replied the visitor.
The artist bowed in acquiescence.
"And did you ever see face which
suggested such beauty?" asked his
visitor, adding: Pardon me, but l
have purpose in inquiring."
81 have seen one," replied the art
ist, 'with which this creation of mine
could but feebly compare.
AS be said this his eyes caught the
face of the lady, who had removed
her vail.
"Consuelo!" cried the artist, forget
ting his visitors for moment.
But they were smiling at him pleas
antly.
Pardon me-" he said. Some
fancied resemblance compelled me to
utter that name.
The lady approached nearer to him.
"Do you remember me, then?"' she
said, softly.
The artist looked puzzled and per-
picked.
Surely it is Consuelo; but, pardon
me, you have changed your name"
And he glanced significantly at her
companion. "Ah! and you are no
more the Angel of Sorrow you
might now pose for the Angel of
joy"
Consuelo seemed to enjoy his per-
plexity. And have you not found a
true Consuelo also?" she asked. laugh
ingly.
The artist shook his head sadly.
''Papa, this is Mr.. VAIL" said Con.
suelo, turning to her companion, who
offered his hand to Godfrey with
pleasant smile.
You are wondering what it all
said Consuelo, also smiling;
''but it's a long story; papa will tell
you while / look at some pictures
around 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 fed from Geoffrey's presence
because ashamed of her humble origin
and parentage, believing her padrone
to be her father, and had been rescued
afterward.
In Italy she had been educated, pre-
Tiously exacting promise from her
,ather that as soon as her education
vas completed he would bring her
20 New York.
Such story could have but one
'equel-a happy marriage. 1t was as
;uredly happy one, and soon after it
IeOffrey commenced the twin picture.
N. Y. Mercury.