The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1889-11-27

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"Well," with yawn, ~ thought you'd
get tired Of them"
Not in the least, said the Major,
briskly. "But in the prosecution Of
their life studies they have been obliged
to leave us. You shall see them in day
or two"
PLENTY Of time; plenty Of time," said
Mr.. Desmond. 4t a..
Well" said the Major, show shall
we amuse ourselves? Shall we 60 to
the theater tonight and see the beauti-
full young 'Ophelia, over whom the.
whole world is raving2" !.f.ls. d
Mr.. Desmond frightened up at once.
"Yes, !" said he; "let us 60. I do like
good acting. ! think l should have
r:ade an actor myself II j had ever had
chance to train properly" 50 agsa:
And in the meantime" said the
Major, with great gravity, "we will
visit the studio of a pretty artist friend
of mine, who is winning herself great
name in tho world" ti'tof Rfi.
I'm little rusty about art" said
/ WI AJColaOAut UQV l. hhOW q kOO0 PACU-
ure when see it."
1t Eas large octagonal room, lighted
by dome Of ground glass from above,
and hung with folds of claret-colored
cloth-a room filed with glowing land
scapes, fair, serious heads, and studies
of the antique. Visitors moved quietly
about, speaking in whispers and glano-
ing now and again at tall, slight girl
in brown holland dress belted at tho
waist, who was working at an easel at
the end Of the room.
"Let me introduce you to my friend
the artist" said Major Clippett. Mr..
Desmond bowed low. ,..t.. .gy ,.4 -.
II reverence art in all its shapes
said he. Sand if had been fortu-
nate to have SON"
"Papa!" cried the girl, passionately,
flinging aside her palette, ''don't you
know me?" ..,....}.. .4rttE
"Essie!" he cried. "No-it is not pos
sible!'
"But it IS, papa" cried she, "you,
little Essie!" 300 f't n3 FTl.'j-l
His eyes filed with tears, and fol
the first time in her life Esther Desmond
saw shining in them the light Of true
affection.
"My girl" said he, huskily, ri an
proud of you. I honor you for making 1
career for yourself. And Ella?"
''Oh," said Essie, busy with her colors
''you shall see her by and BY" d,
''She is not at home, them"
"She is not here, papa" ra 4d 'u.l
Mr.. Desmond accompanied his wifi.
and daughter and Major Clippett to thu
theater that night. 1t was crowded
from pit to dome, for the "Ophelia" O.
the season had been brilliant success
and when she giided on the stage in hel
pure white dress and girdle Of deat
gold the house rang with applause
Her face and figure were exquisite; hel
acting such as Shakespeare himsel
might have dreamed Of; and when q
last the curtain fell, and "Ophelia" wa
called out again and again to receive
the enthusiastic laudations Of the crowd
the tears were raining down Mr.
Desmond's face. ...4.
81 call that acting" said he. "Cnp
petit, did you say you knew that girl?"
Certainly, 1 know her." said Majo
Clippett, with difficulty keeping tn
.. corners of his mouth in order. "Sh,
is coming to my house tonight 10 sup
!, per. Shall introduce you?" a..
81 shall esteem it an honor to know
a woman of such genius" said MI
Desmond. 10
ooh, George" cried his wife, ''didn'
n you recognize her? Our Ellaw
= "Not Ella!" cried Mr.. Desmond, start
! ing up "My daughter Ella?"
"And no other" said the Major
swell, don't wonder that you didn'
know her. She has changed wonder
fully. She's genius, you know,
Ella!'
And when the beautiful young Ophe
liza was folded in her fathers arms tina
night his heart throbbed high wit
pride, while Essie stood smilingly by
;. and Major Clippett took infinite credl
q to himself for all that had transpired.
4 "They live here with me and my sill
4 ter" said he. "They are my adopte
n daughters. But we wanted to surpris
Q you, SO they are staying temperate
;. with friend. They are both artists
Desmond; they have conquered thei
!. own destiny, God bless them, an
e achieved success" H,'r
"Our girls!'' said Mrs. Desmond
o softly-and the familiar words which
had so often spoken, in sort Of col
Is temptuous liberation, grated harshly o
/. her husbands ear.
IS "Our girlsr' he repeated. "Our trea
n ures, wife! / have been signing all m
v life for son, but shall never sigh an
II more. My girls are all sufficient to m
now!"
). And Of all the triumphs which Ell
It and Essie Desmond have won this hot
n was the sweetest to them!-Ernestir
IS McMullen, in N. Y. Ledger. ,-
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