The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1890-03-26
LAafBERTvILLE, N. u. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 2e, 1890

~uoAAAcc1 AOu ootit KNOW now SICK Oh
compliments Lam, Mr.. Stippler."
blushed. Ifelt like fool and know
( looked like one
Mr.. bielchlzesiec said something
about twenty gnineas." said Miss Vivian.
Il shall only be too delighted"
burst In.
Then we may consider It as settled,
Mr.. Stippier," said my fellow lodyer.
eWhen shall I sit to your
made an appointment and the thing
was done. OF course expected that
she would want to he painted In charac-
ter. Nothing of the kind.
"You see. Mr.. Stippler." she said, az
must take you into my confidence. in
tend this portrait as present--as sort
of surprise. wish to give 1t to gentle
man whom am about to marry" And
then she blushed and gave little sigh,
and would have groaned aloud had /
dared.
So she sat to me in little simple peig-
noir of French muslin-tea gowns weren't
invented then-and when had posed
her she said to me:
lord Wallsend-that Is the name of
the gentleman TO whom am engaged,
and tell you in confidence, Mr.. Etippler
has seen me in .Cortie1ia.' He thinks
great deal of my hair. You won't
think me vain. Mr.. Stippler, IL ask you
If may let 1t DOWN"
OF course said that 1t was a capital
idea. She pulled out huff dozen hair.
pins. and great glory of molten gold
fell in luxuriant waves upon her shout
ders.
She gave me twenty sittings for that
portrait was madly, passionately.
desperately in love with her, but never
breathed word of 1t. We became great
friends. we talked unreservedly to each
other just as If we had known each other
all our lives-ainiost as If we had been
brother and sister. suppose it was
camaraderie.
Once. and once only, made an ass OF
myself
Il must DO finished by the TWEEN.
tieth." she had said; 1.-THE twenty-first is
his birthday"
Il wish it could never be finished |
replied passionately; II wish could
stand here painting you all my life."
The pretty smile faded from her face.
and she pulled me up at once.
"You mustn't say anything to me-
Mr.. Stippier, If you please, that you
wouldn't say If Lord Wallsend himself
were here by my side.n
! apologized; felt that was brute.
had lunched with Miss Vivian; 1t was
my farewell visit to her. The portrait
was finished--it was my masterpiece.
Jack--and It stood upon an easel in Its
bright new frame In the middle of the
room
The table had been cleared; thank
heaven for thati
"Play to me. Mr.. Stippler," she said
In a voice that went straight to my
heart; I'm terribly low spirited. Play
something cheerful
ISat down to the little cottage Erard.
and I-did as I was bid Iplayed niger
melodies: played dance music; and
then. somehow or other, drifted to
Home, Sweet Home. and then feltso
utterly miserable that hr0ke down.
tsstss~siN,., sss .,ei -. S-,sssu. s..sSs
saw that her eyes were full of tears.
Don't. George, don't" shesaid; .don't
30 on. cant bear it."
She called me by my Christian name
for the first and The last time.
And then there camea tap Mt the door,
and u lioarse. crDaking voice grated out:
May come INF"
Good heavensl it's his lordsiilp, cried
Lottie Vivian, land am ruinedv'
But | saved her. though II | hadn't
been prompt she would never have mar
ried him. and she niight-yes. by Jovel
perhaps have become my wife after
all. Stranger things have happened. But
| treasured her by glance. and she took
her cue at once
She was an actress, remember.
flung off my coat. whipped out the
front board of the plano. l buried my
face among the hammers, and began
striking single notes upon the keys
Come in,' said Miss Vivian, and his
iordship entered.
II hope don't intrude," he said.
And then l. too. thought of Paul Pry.
You ars always welcome guest,
Wailsend." said Miss Vivian.
And then they began to chat In whisp-
ers.
"Faughi how, the fellow smells of to.
baccor croaked Paul Pry--I mean his
lordship.
Man." he said. addressing me, ..you
can GO"
iputon my coat.
where's your hat. inan?" said his
Iordship. suspiciously.
lin the all. sir" replied, carefully
dropping the III"
I've put 1t at concert pitch. miss"
said: it'll be five shillings. please" and
held OUT my hand. There was II CRATE
full twinkle In her eyes as she gave me
two half crowns. have them still, those
two half crowns
went up TO my rooms and shaved OF
my beard and mustache. have never
spoken to Lottie-I mean Lady Wall
send--from that day to this, but she al
ways notices me. and her husband is one
of my stanchest patrons.
Lady Wallsend's carriage passed. She
bowed politely TO me and of went my
hat.
"She's a sumner" said my nephew.
II hope she 10 happy" said {. with
sigh.--London World
what He Did.
One would say that Shakespeare, at
least. must be the one exceptional prophet
to be honored in his own country, but,
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