The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-04-30

| sltive she was-ne neglected. ner, ana
/ grew more and more morose and
moody. He used to get very savage
about lis models and complain that it
was impossible to get any one with
| intelligence enough to sit deceutly.
/ Once his wife asked him whether she
/ could not sometimes help him by sit
ting and he only laughed ut her,
remember. 'You-youn he said; that
was all Then the poor child had an
! illness. which, if she had been happier,
might have ended differently and been
| 4 new happiness to both of them; but
she was too worn out with sorrow and
| disappointment. and in the end she
died. In her delirium she was always
| calling to her husband: Let me help
| you; let me be of some use; only once,
dear; paint me only once;' aud poor
Drake. who woke up to a sense of his
loss was heart-broken at his inability
to satisfy her. The tenderest and
most passionate tones of his voice
never reached her, and she died with
out ever knowing him again. After
that Drake was Il changed man; he
seemed TO have only one idea-to
paint the portrait of his wife. Canvas
after canvas he spoiled. and when |
went to see him he would say: she
can not rest until | have done it. |
must succeed sooner or later l must
satisfy her At length he became so
spending long sleepless nights walking
about the country, that his friends
came aud took him away. He died
some months after in an asylum"
BY Jovem said Teddy O'Brien when
Quiler had finished, and then relapsed
into silence.
l looked at Graves but he was lost
in wondermcnt too deep for words.
The portraits very like her." said
Quiller, with Il strange awe in his
tone. Pm glad poor Drake succeeded
at last"
You think" said l. and broke
off
Quiller was putting on his coat. He
answered my unspoken question with
Il solemnity for which was not pre-
pared.
For twenty-five years these two
poor ghosts have been waiting their
opportunity. Let Us be thankful that
in the end they found it.n
He seemed to forget to take leave of
us in any way and went without an
other word. AS the door closed each
of us drew Il deep breath of relief.
Dick raised his head with an air OF
Stupefaction.
That's rum story said Teddy
OBrien. Why did you never tell it
bcfore?n
The rummiest thing about it is the
sequel, said |. Dick, Old man, is
your part true?'
Il don't know" said Dick; II begin
to think it must be"
Great Scotland Yardr' said Teddy
OBrien, did you make it up?'
Every word of it-on the spur of
the moment"
Did you know
Not word. Quiller seemed struck
by that picture, and it was the only
sign OF human interest he had shown.
so | thought I'd humor him. | didn't
mean Il ghost story when | began. but
it somehow developed into that. |
would have given good deal to take
a rise ont of him. but | never hoped
for anything so complete as tha"
at was Il curiuus coincideLt that
you should have taken brakes cot
tagc." said Mr.. O'Brien.
Yes" said Dic,l dryly; "bui the
most curious part OF it all is that the
cottage was made nm too
Great Scotland Yard!' said Teddy
OBrien again.
And who painted the head?"
Il painted it myself" said Dick,
land | began to think it must be
a deuced good picture. ."-COrahW !
M0JaziHc.