Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1890-01-04

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''The girls aren't here, eh?n said he.
swell, with yawn, II 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 a day |
or two"
PLENTY of time; plenty of time" said |
Mr.. Desmond.
Well said the Major, "how shall
we amuse ourselves? Shall We go to
the theater tonight and see the beanti-
full young Ophelia,' over whom the
whole world is raving?"
Mr.. Desmond frightened up at once.
.Yes. said he; ''let us go. ! do like
good acting. think l should have
made an actor myself IL had ever had
a chance to train properly"
"And in the meantime" said the
Major. with great gravity, I've will
visit the studio of a pretty artist friend
of mine, who is winning herself great
name in the world"
sim little rusty about art" said
Mr.. Desmond, 'but know good pict-
ure when see IT,"
II 6as large octagonal room, lighted
by dome OF ground glass from above,
and hung with folds of claret-colored
cloth--a room filled with glowing land
scapes, fair. serious heads. and studies
OF the antique. Visitors moved quietly
about, speaking in whispers and glanc-
ing now and again at tall, slight girl
in a brown holland dress belted at the
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.
~ reverence art In all it's shapes" :"
said he. And II had been fortu-
nate to have SON"
Papa" cried the girl, passionately,
fiinging aside her palette, don't you
know me?"
''Essie!' he cried. Not is not pos
sibler'
But it Is papa" cried she. your
little Essie!'
the first time in her life Esther Desmond
saw shining in them the light of true
affection.
my girl" said he, huskily, 81 am
proud of you. ! honor you for making a
career for yourself. And Ella?"
oh said Essie, busy with her colors,
''you shall see her by and by"
''She is not at home, then?"
/ ''She is not here, papa"
MIR. Desmond accompanied his wife
and daughter and Major Clippett to the
| theater that night. IL was crowded
! from pit TO dome, for the "0phelia" OF
the season had been brilliant success
and when she glided on the stage in her
pure white dress and girdle of dead
gold the house rang with applause
Her face and figure were exquisite; hel
acting such as Shakespeare himself
might have dreamed of; and when a
last the curtain fell, and '.Ophelia" wai
called out again and again TO receiv,
the enthusiastic laudations of the crowd
the tears were raining down Air
Desmonds face.
II call that acting" said he. "Clip
petit, did you say you knew that grip"
Certainly, | know her." said Majo
Clippett, with difficulty keeping tn,
corners Of his mouth In order. Ssh
is coming to my house tonight to SUP
per. Shall introduce you?"
II shall esteem it an honor 10 kno'
woman OF such genius," said Nj
Desmond.
''Oh, Georgel" cried his wife, ''didn
you recognize her? Our Ella!"
Not Ella!s cried Mr.. Desmond, star
ing up. My daughter Ella?'
And no other" said the Major
''Wcll. don't wonder that you didn
know her. She has changed wonder
fully. She's genius, you know,
Ella
And when the beautiful young Opht
liza was folded in her fathers arms tina
night his heart throbbed high wit
pride, while Essie stood smilingly b,
and Major Clippett took infinite cred
To himself for all that had transpired.
"They live here with me and my sii
! ter" said he. They are my adopte
daughters. But we wanted to surpris
you, so they are staying temporaril
, with friend. They are both artist
: Desmond; they have conquered the
own destiny, God bless them, an
achieved success"
Our girlsl" said Mrs. Desmonl
softly-and the familiar words which
, had SO often spoken, in a sort OF col
temptuous liberation, grated harshly Q
J her husbands ear.
.'0ur girls!" he repeated. "0nr trea
J ures, wife. have been signing all m
1 life for son, but shall never sigh m
? more. My girls are all sufficient TO n
r now.'
And of all the triumphs which Ell
. and Essie Desmond have won this hol
[ was the sweetest to theml-ErnestiT
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