New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-03-29
ROWENY IN BOSTON.
VIII.
PHILIPS VISIT.

Qs1yrtSht 1881 BIZ The Tribune Assoctatton
HoSvena was hurrying down Tremont-st. She
had been up since o'clock At twenty minutes
after that hour she had drank her coffee and eaten
bakers roll. If she had been at home she
would have given the roll TO the chickens 1t
had never been good. and now it was stale. IIav-
ing eaten it, 1T remained, not only heavily present
in the digestive tract, but in her mind also. She
kept thinking how poor it had been, and how
good her mothers hot biscuit always were She
thought she must need some thoroughwort or
ssrsapaiilla it had become spring She felt,
as her Uncle Reuben had said "kind Of pindln "
On his last trip to Boston he had attempted to
bring in squash pie as an Offering from his wife
to Rowens The attempt had resulted in the
most disastrous failure. When it arrived it was
Jest pigs victuals," he said ruefully. 1t was
eventually gathered up in the public cart which
stopped at Mrs. Jarvis's.
But the home made sausages, and the souse "
and the gingerbread from the futile homestead
came in good condition. Rowena cried over them,
even over the souse. She ate them thankfully.
They were gone now. But the letter accompany
ing them remained. 1t was joint production of
all. the Tuttle family. BY this statement, do
not mean that il long. These people could
not express themselves with pen and paper. The
most terse statement of facts was presented. One
sjster announced that il was believed that George
Warner had got beau. He worked winters in
the factory at Middle Village. He had red hair.
HI, was called likely man."
Rowena thought this might account for
Georges remssness in writing. Another sister
wrote that Philip Barrett's gray horse had died
of the bolts.
Rowena could repeat the entire epistle from be-
ginning. to end. She was doing so as she walked
hOfn
it was time to go to the studio. As she approached
that place she was thinking of her mothers coun-
sell that she should be sure and not work too
hard"
With her mothers words in her mind and with
their effect in her face making it soft and tremu
LOUIS she paused as an object fell at her feet She
had notr been noticing anything around her.
Mechanically she picked up the object, short,
cane.like whip such as she had seen in the hands
of horseback riders At the same moment voice
above her said
"ohSit Is Miss futile! Thanks" for Rowena
gave the whip into Miss Phillipps's hand. Don't
dismount Keats, there is no need"
Now Rowena saw the two riders Miss Phillips
and gentleman, who lifted his hat while ne
looked at the gin rather more markedly than was
necessary for the polite salutation OF stranger
As for the country girl still quiverng with her
thoughts of home and the beloved ones there the
sight iof these two, mounted on glossy horses,
dressed scrupulously. with the indscrihaoe air OIL
wealth and leisure and refinement, the sight oil
them was like picture, not as if they were living
human beings. Rowena felt remote She hardly
responded to Miss Phillipps's words
The two rode on Again the gentleman raised
his hat Miss Phillips waved her hand and
smiled.
ND rahp
powsna,s heart II was still there when she
reached the studio and she was late. Greatness
flushed she walked in among the class OF young
ladies The model was already posing Allestree
was moving up and down the long room after MS
manner. with his big heard held in his left hand
Hurrjedly Rowena took her customary place
She arranged her brushes. She looked az tne
uodcl who was q young girl with arms and Dust
undraped that they might be studied and COPIED
Rowena's hands trembled. She had walked too
far and too fast, and she had not yet become ac-
customed to the idea of a model-at Nast noo
model like this The girls face. as she $1,000
there with all those eyes upon her, was as mex
pressive as bit of wood
Allestyee sometimes walked up to her ana
SLIGHTLY touched her neck arm as he spoke OF
sone musc]e that must be well brought out Every
rim. he did so Rowena shrank and her lips
cuivered That is OF first. After time she
forgot that her model alive. The spirit OF ner
work had entered into her.
II waS NOT until the class broke up and she was
nuttirg on that despised shawl that she again
Thought .of the two she had seen on the street
She enved them. AS she descended the oroao
marble stairs which no longer overaweo her wi'h
their grandeur, she said aloud:
"Yes. envy them. How mean l must De 70
feel like that
She was recalling the mans face. which pore
slight family resemblance TO that OF MISS fhiihPps
There had been monoce in the rlght eye allo
Powena strongly resented the effect II gave. one
had childishly wished to strike IT ouo' ohe ui'
not believe there was any need OF u.
Miss Phillips was getting careless ABOUT COLI
inc TO the studio. Her group OF lndlan pipes oh
their moss-bed had not grown of late
Ins.ead of going to her room, Rowena wandered
aeross the common and ont toward the fuphc
Gardens She was scnselessly irritated ana
desnondent Her art drudgery
She did not see that many people turned 10
look back at her The ugly shawl could not moe
the Swinging grace and style OF her carriage
She did not sec some coming hesltatlngy oo"h
tho walk that led from the direction OF tle oVde
House She had just decided in her own hiii'
that the gentleman with Miss Phillips was 'he
same she had seen in the iadys carri"ke
wher a hesitating, almost deprecaVinS ''i'e '1'
Amt that YOU, Roweny?
She nausea suddenly, the color leaving her race
in the excess Of her surprise. II was almost as II
she had looked in at the old kitchen at nome 10
hear that slow, nasal tone
She held out her hands impulsively'
"Oh. Philip" she exclaimed
Young Barrett could now hardly speak from
sheer JOY at the greeting given Oi course ne wac
sufficiently masculine in his appreciation OF MN
~, % Too, that il was her gadness at seeing him
u. cou,d not suspect that all the happiness ana
r.oodon ~ ber old life seemed to come back TO her