The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1889-07-24
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ceived.
Five years had gone by since his
brief love-dream had it's sudden birth
and tragic finale.
His gentle face had grown gentler,
and, perhaps, 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 a lady
some years his junior. A white val!
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.
"On no consideration replied the
artist. sit is reserved at a price which
even the most extravaganza would
never care to go to-"
(Which means that you do not care
to sell itp" 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
have purpose in inquiring."
81 have seen one," replied the art
ist, with which this creation of mine
could but feebly compare
AS he 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, them" 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'n
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 u
pleasant smile.
"You are wondering what it all
means" said Consuelo, also smiling;
"but it's a long story; papa will tell
you while I look at some pictures
the studio, and if you wish to
repeat the question you asked so long
ago, which never answered, repeat it
to him."
The story was briefly told. q
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 her padrone
to be her father, and had been rescued
afterward.
In Italy she had been educated, pre-
viously exacting a promise from her
father that as soon as her education
was completed he would bring her
to New York.
Such a story could have but one
happy marriage. 1t was as
5uredly a happy one. and soon after it
Godfrey commenced the twin picture.
N. Y. Mercury.