The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-03-03

E3AEA/lH 50 floating like a sub
gAtlsS .r tie perfume and all
- RSE the air is saturated
ens.ees.~- with fragrance.
blue sky the city lay stepped in sun
shine. 1t was day created for love,
an ideal day even in that fair land.
On this fair summer morning a
sculptor was seated in his studio
hard at work on statue of Apollo
for which he might have posed as g.
model, so symmetrical was his face
and so faultless his fgure-when
his attention was suddenly at
tracted by a noisy trampling of
horses feet in the courtyard below.
He arose and looking out of the win
dow behed O. magnificent carriage
with outriders, the paraphernalia
rank, drawn up before his door.
There were footsteps on the stairs
and then q card was handed in, bear
ing on it's face the name and gilded
crest OF a well-known prince.
The sculptor's eyes frightened and
his heart beat faster; it was indeed an
honor to have this nobleman call at
his humble studio.
The prince entered. He was port
ly, ford man, with watchful eye.
The artist gave him cordial well
come, begging him to be seated. But
he had only a short time to stay, and
would rather inspect some of his
work. He came, he explained, to give
the sculptor large commission-a
very large commission. His only
daughter had been favorably i'm
pressed by a statue of his she had
seen somewhere, and she wished very
much to pose to him as Psyche. She
was at present below in the carriage
Was the artist at leisure? Might she
come up now?
The sculptor expressed his willing
ness to see the lady, and also, if she
desired it, to begin work at once.
Then the prince stepped to the window
and made signs to his lackeys below.
"My daughters lower limbs have
been paralyzed for some time," he ex-
planned. 'It's g. sad thing-a very
sad thing for us ALL She has had the
best medical aid in Italy, but without
avail. 1t is a strange case, they tell
me, as she was before the attack in
the best of health, although a little
depressed at times"
The sculptor looked at the young
lady who was now borne into the stu
dio by several servants. Yes, shewas
a subject for sympathy, and very
beautiful. Her cltrls of gold clustered
in bewitching rjngets above the pink,
shell-like ears and low on the rounded
neck, which was encircled by strand
OF sapphires blue as her own eyes.
Nothing more beautiful in face and
form could have been dreamed of by
Phldias himself, and the glance of her
eyes was as soft as the summer twi-
light and piercing as electric fire. The
half-bewildered soul ptor felt his heart
leap in his bosom at each myster-
ious glance; and when she spoke
the liquid notes seemed to linger like
delicious music, reminding him Of
some soft zephyr blowing over the
strings OF an @olian harp. And what
wonder, when the notes came from
lips full and ripe as rich pomegranate
blossoms? He felt as though he might
be that ancient astrologer of Grenada
who is believed to be still held captive
by the MAJ estic strains of music which
the Gothic princess evokes from her
silver Tyre.
The prince remained to see his daugh-
ter posed and then departed, saying
he would call for her at certain hour.
All was still in the studio; from with
out came the song thirds and shouts
of happy children; the breeze, freight
ed with the odor OF many blossoms,
stole in at the open window stirring
the silken folds of the curtain, caress-
ing the artists cheek and minglinp
with the perfume of white lilacs nest
ling on the princess bosom, giving him
the gueimpression that it emanated
from the quiet figure sittingso motion
less in the great velvet-cushiohed chair.
He worked at the cast like one in
spired; as the hour for her departure
came strange fancy struck his heart
and caused it to throb with an un-
usual agitation. He had never given
himself time to think seriously OF
love; his profession engaged all his
moments. 1t is true he had cherished
far down in his heart an ideal woman,
and now that ideal he had found; but
alas for human hopes and visionary
dreams! She was a princess with roy.
al blood in her veins land a helpless
creature who must be waited upon
like an infant.
The pompous prince and his retinue
OF lackeys came at the appointed
hour and bore the fair girl down the
stairs. Then the carriage closed it's
shining doors, emblazoned with a
gilded crest, the high-spirited horses
and the dashing uniformed outriders
swept through the gateway, and the
artist watching at the window, felt all
the warmth and light OF life had sud-
denly gone out.
He worked no more that day. On
the morning she was coming again.