The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1895-12-24

always like to give beginner advice.
GOOD day. Oh, by the way have
given you a card? Drop in at my
studio When you come to New York.
That's the number. Meanwhile I shall
now and then see you while l stay"
lie was gone. / saw him scattering
down the road astonishing the resi-
dents by standing still to take admir-
ing views of the Ian Escape Impulsnt
brute who asked him to drop in 2"
How dare he ridicule my pictures No
doubt all he says is true, but he would
not have said it to pretty woman. /
thought | was al artist Only one
good thing | bring out of this visit. |
nave acted the role l desired to act.
have painted myself in the character
OF n strong minded man later. He
Will never guess that 1 pine for love
and loves caresses. He will never for
one moment imagine that could have
loved him.
May 2O.-How mistaken have been
In this man! How can any one have
such face and be so contemptible-
to work SO to unde mine IA poor girl
/ said, when | wrote last in this alb
surd diary, that everything seemed
gone. IL was truer than / thought
mat day had pupils and orders
enough to make me feel rich. Bat he
has got them all away. Why could he
not have gone back to the city and
have painted his pictures for the
Academy, and made the fortune that
he might? Why should he settle down
- Ill I. i
meagre morsel of fame and of the
means whereby to live? have moth
ing now but my savings. The folk
hereabout have learned that ] am II
mere dauber. No matter. will pack
my trunk and go somewhere. l eau
not bear it. lie comes to see me al
most every day; he still amuses him
self with me SO absurdly. He is the
most treacherous of creatures; and
yet he can almost talk me out OF my
senses. Can he have suspected? Does
he hope to degrade me by making me
manifest some token OF a HOPELESS love?
Why does he haunt me so, when [
yes-I hate him.
October IL never thought that |
woul! write again in this book, bat
We never know what lies in our future.
SO much has Happened since l iotted
down those last words that l do not
where to to begin, or how. Let me
think. All, it shall be when l answered
that advertisement, and promised to
/ become Soverness to the Smith ckil-
dren, at Willow Heights. l had packed
my trunk and was going out to buy IL
new hat ut the millincr's, when Mehlig
stopped at my door. He had his
sketchinS box in his hand.
"Going out?" he asked. "Ah, we'll.
only stopped moment. Iwant YOU
to be III tomorrow night. l have
something very particular to say to
you. I'll stop, coming back I'm
/ going mp to the factory to make a
sketch. 1t is picturesque tumble
down affair, and the millpond will
come in we'll. Stay in, won't you?"
| neither assented or refused. |
hated him as woman can only hate a
man she might have loved. 1t was so
hard to have been used so. l passed
him, and went on. ! bought nv hat.
in the village. [ went home again.
But he did not come to see me that
evening. The next day / went away
taught the Smith children six weeks,
and then went to New York, where !
managed to live by coloring photo
| graphs. My ambition was gone, nv
hope everything that made life
bright. | painted no more. [ re-
solved that had been a fool to paint
at all.
\ week ago | went out to take an
evening walk, just at dark. 1t was
bright, and the air was fresh and
sweet. | found myself in broad,
. good, old-iashioucd street, where lit.
tie gardens lay before the houses ::
and, looking Mt them with some inter
est, | saw against the door OF one a
! giittering plate that caught my eve.
Tor on it where the words, "Afehlig.
Artist.
Yes, this was his street. I ought to
have hurried away, but I stood motion.
less instead, staring at the letters.
And as / stared the door opened, and
a gentleman, with his riyht sleeve
pinned empty 10 his breast, came out
and stood before it-stool quietly u
moment; then kneeling down, began
iwGwar Ivy enough, with bis one left
hand, to take the plate down. The
light shOue on bis foce MS he knelt.
and knew it in q moment, though it
was sadly changed. gave n little
cry. He heard me, nnl turned.
''Nauuie Sterling he said, and
came toward mo I waited for him,
anil bittnrremor stole 1uto mvheart.
/ Tor J had urtsp.l Chat Io tn1,Lt I,o ,,,,r