Connecticut western news., 1889-05-29

fined and indescribably sad.
 She had evidently put on her best clothes-a dress of some soft black stuff and shawl of the same sable hue wrapped round her head and shoulders.
 "You have posed as a model before2' asked Godfrey, noting the artistic ef- fort of this simple costume.
 ''No," said the girl, ''never before. !"
 "What is your namef" asked the artist.
 'Consuelo."
 "Consuelo," repeated the artist, "and you look consolable." -....
 The girl did not understand his re- mark, but her large dark eyes were turned upon him wonderingly.
 "Well, Consuelo, we must make the best of our time," said the artist. ''Come, will arrange you as wish you to sit, and he placed chair for her, arranging with some care her attitude and drapery.
 "You do not feel timid, do youa" asked Godfrey, kindly.
 ooh, no," answered the girl, looking at him with wonder again. It was in- conceivable to her that she should feel timid in his presence.
 The grave, gentle face of the artist had won her confidence completely. Ac- customed to rough looks and sometimes blows, the child seemed in the atmos- phere of this elegant studio to breathe the air of paradise.
 Blu. the look of sorrow did not leave her face; it was too deeply imprin ted there.
 Godfrey was soon busy with his pen cil. An artist, his soul was in his art. To him the animate beauty was only a stepping stone to the inanimate, every thing lovely created that it might be copied on the canvas and immortalized.
 Consuelo's sitting was not long one. He thought it best not to tire her too much the first day, and at the end of the third hour rose from his easel, and thanking her, dismissed her till the morrow.
 "You will come again, won't you2' said Godfrey.
 The girls look answered him.
 For the first time that she could re- member Consuelo went to her miserab' e home happy. A new vista had been opened to her. She had caught a glimpse of another world with which she seemed to feel some strange kin ship.
 How gladly those days glided by while the Angel of S ,rrow, half real and half the creation of the artists superb fancy, grew upon the canvas!
 The last sitting came. Artist and model were to part.
 Godfrey, who had grown familiar with the child, took her hand in his
  ly Consuelo burst into tears.
 The artist hims If felt unexpectly and strangely moved. Even to him the parting seemed painful. Whya Blind egotist! unknown to himself he had learned to love. Only at this crisis did the truth dimly dawn upon him. But why these tears of hersa Strange infat- uation Then the child must love him also.
 She had turned away to weep.
 "Consuelo," he sail gravely, ''come here"
 Consuelo came at his bidding.
 ''Look at me straight in the face." 'I cannot" she sobbed.
 "Consuelo, why do you weep5"
 The face could be doubted no longer except by the bind.
 Godfrey folded her tenderly in his arms, unresisted. The lovely head rested upon his bosom. His lips were pressed to the blushing cheek.
 "Consuelo, would you like to stay here always-to be my wife9" he said rather nervously, half frightened him self.
 The girl looked at him and seemed te make some sudden resolve. Withdrawing herself from his em brace she wiped her eyes, and ther without another word or look fled iron the studio.
 ''She is frightened, but I must follow her," said the artist. How soon sht had become infinitely precious to him He hastened to the door, but no trace o Consuelo could be seen. He paused tt reflect. He did not know even her ad dress. The Italian had already called for his money. How should he finc her2 What strange impulse had caused her to turn and fly so suddenly. It wa inexplicable, but he must find key tt the mystery. How9 Would she not re turn to her old avocation, accompany ing the organ2 If he searched th' streets for a few days he would soo1 meet her again.
 But days, weeks and months roll et by, and no trace of Consuelo or tn, Italian rewarded his anxious search:
 So his passion died away into vagu