The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-02-01


ries and Loses Her Husband for Nearly
Forty Years.
A New York special SAYS fiction, even
it's most fancifuI phases, is discounted by
truth as 1t Is told in a studio. Walter
Satterlee. the well.known painter, is
cousin OF the rector and pillar of Calvary
church. Therefore his testimony may be
accepted without the hesitation that might
attend similar evidence from lay and
unregenerate painter. Mr.. Satterlee told
the story simply, and without any idea
that il would get into print, at a meeting
of q number of n. AS.
Some months ago su old English wO-
man knocked at his studio door aud in
quired If he could employ her as model.
1t happened that at that time Mr.. Satter-
lee was engaged in the composition of
picture for the chief figure OF which the
old lady was admirably suited. For sew
eral weeks she came to the studio every
other day.
you must have been a handsome girl"
remarked the painter politely. Indeed,
have never seen finer color or more
clearly cut features in a person of
your age"
Il was very beautiful" replied the old
lady, ingenuously. when | was seven
teen they said that Devonshire had no
prettier girl than / was. 1t would have
been better for me If | had not been so
lovely. Then / might have married an
honest man in my own station and been
the happy mother of farmers children.
But was fairer than all other girls in the
county. and that fatal gift of beauty at
tracted the attention of Lord -,
younger brother of the duke of -.
We loved each other faithful and true.
He was an honorable young gen.
tleman. We plighted our troth, and he
gave me a ring and promised to marry me.
But his proud re atives frowned on the
match, and the dukes steward came to
me one day and said that the marriage
could never take place. | cried a good
deal, but the steward said he would make
1t worth NV while to leave England. So
he gave me el 900 and a ticket to Canada.
On the ship L met a gentleman who loved
me, and on reaching Quebec we got mar
ried."
At this point the old lady began to weep
Dear ne." said Mr.. Satterlee, sympathe-
tically. This is very remarkable history
even for model. Was he villain?"
Indeed, no" continued she. "He was
a noble gentleman. But he had no busl-
ness and only invented things that were
oil no use to anybody. He couldn't sell
them and after spending all my 81, 900 we
became very poor. One day my husband
got desperate and said he was going out
to get some work il ne had to be police
man. That is nigh on to five and thirty
years ago and have not seen him since.
| heard afterward that he could not get
any work and had shipped as a sailor.
suppose he was drowned, for we loved
each other so that If he had been alive he
would have come back TO me. Then, hav-
ing no husband and no money, | went
into service until l grew too old, and one
day somebody g aid that had face like
a picture, so | came to pose as a model
Mr.. Satterlee sent his picture TO a
Western exhibition and was gratified to
learn that it was sold. simultaneously
with this agreeable news came a letter
from the purchaser asking the artist if he
had painted the central figure OF the old
lady from Imagination. Because" con-
tinued the writer, the face had so strong
an interest for me that / bought the pict-
ure on account OF 1t"
few DAYS later Mr. SatteTlee received
a telegram from Chicago, from his corre-
spondent. entreating him urgently to have
the old model in his studio at a certain
hour on q certain day. The hour and the
day came. bringing the old English woman
to pose, as she believed, for another pic
ture. Suddenly soft tap was heard on
the door, and on MIR. Satterlee going to 1t
he was confronted by fine old gentle
man. The next thing that astOnished the
artist was a scream from the aged model,
a crv of Joy from the Old gentleman, and
Mr.. Satterlee found his two guests in each
others arms.
God bless you, sir" said the old gentle
man, huskily. I'VE owe it all to you I
heard she was dead thirty years ago.
When l came back from that unfortunate
voyage couldn't find her anywhere, and
/ left Canada and went to Chicago. l
have made a tidy bit OF money, and,
thanks to you, sir. I've got my dear wife
again"
The old gentlepan pinned his wife's
ragged shawl over her bosom CALAMITY an d
the strangely reunited couple went TO Chi
cago on the next train. If Walter Safer
lee will go to the worlds fair next summer,
he will be the guest OF honor In one OF the
finest houses in Evanston