The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-12-06
A letter of introduction now. nightly

ihe coHNerbatlOn, however, nad
reused many slumbering memory
with Crittenden, and he sat watching
q last touch of the sunlight as il warmed
the rich colors of the Smyrna carpet /;
thinking of the old Norfolk days when
he and Madge scarcely counted the
passing of one soft summer morn.
ing after the other, Authenticated
with themselves and their work
wished for no greater happiness than
daily existence together.
Whether his inner consciousness
asked him two or three pertinent, re-
Prospective questions or not, it is inn
possible to say; some men are not
troubled much with conscience but
to his man he snid, with a yawn:
Martin, lay out my evening
clothes. Get the bath ready, and
have the brougham at the door at six
sharp"
(San Francisco in front of Mrs. Hal.
let's summer residence.)
"Oh, if could only have half an
hour more of Daylight We may not
get another such striking effect for
years. Do look, Mrs. Hallettl Have
L caught it do you think?"
'Iou certainly have, Madge; better
than harry'stoo. Don't you think so,
Harry? Make him look, Madge.'
Here Mr.. Brand don't you know
it isn't fair to keep on working after
l have stopped9 Besides, you will
ruin your eyes
Just moment more, please, Miss
Madge; | want to get the depth and
tone in that black cloud; it's one of
the grandest sights ever saw on the
Pacific Coast. Well have n storm to-
night worth coming across the con-
tinent to see.
mot another second; il isn't fair.
It's your turn to clean brushes, to-
night, and we've scarcely time to get
washed up before dinner"
can right, you have certainly beaten
me; but ] was handicapped at the
start by your ability to catch outline"
So, picking up the stools and canvases,
they move toward the house, stop.
ping, now and then, TO look ut tho
grand picture at sea.
As they go in, the moonlight begins
to strengthen, and they settle down
on the cushions in the bay-window
looking out over the water. Brand
leaves them for moment, and Mrs.
Hallett asks: "Madge, do you never
think of marrying some day?"
Yes" musingly; "every woman
1naQ ot ttnau XAur 1,,,,, Ia...
ried life is const"~t suggestion when.
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tion about an artists life which makes
one independent of even human love,
L sometimes think. / could sit
here watching the moonlight on that
ripping ocean, the black shadows of
the rocks, the silver edging to those
massive clouds, and forget even my
own existence. My everyday work
brings me in contact-moment by
moment-with the most beautiful
things of life; and my idea of death is
simply gradual drifting out to sea,
to a somewhere beyond tho horizon
line, with the afterglow for Pacific
sunset around me. A woman leading
''NA AAAp Api MS Ntl lNltdlS OI men
which are seldom realized; still man
who could appreciate all this with me
one who loved art for arts sake,
and for the fascination Of the work,
might Goodness - Mr.. Brand
how you startled me. We we're speak
ing of the compensations of the artis-
tic temperament. Do you not find
them sufficient to take the place of the
other interests which seem SO neces-
sary to the average man and woman?"
there Mrs. Hallett, intent upon some
household duty, leaves them for little
while).
"Mmm--yes, nearly so; in all ways
but one. a year ago, on Just such
an evening as this, was in the Tar
at Agra, perhaps the most weirdly
beautiful spot on earth--under such
circumstances; and, though / could
not have expressed my delight in
words--to save my life--I could
have silently appreciated the sym.
pathy OF some sweet woman with and
above the sense of artistic pleasure.
| don't know whether the love of a
'"'Nf 'AeA@PNN hiAN NNhoN Vi uJlJItClu-
tion of beautiful things, would satisfy
me; but the possession of both would
be practically my idea of heaven. BY
the way. do you remember this
picture?" pulling one from his
pocket and laying it in her lap).
why yes; where did you get IL?
gave 1t to my cousin, George Crit
tenden, three years ago"
"And l found it in his swell
bachelor apartment one day, before
he was married fell in love with the
sweet soul saw shining through the
brown eyes, and quietly stole it then
and there Madge?"
She turned from the beautiful
night, outside, and, gently placing
her hand in his, said, perhaps. -
Home and Country.
Keeping In Australia.