The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-02-27
WON BY ART.

When Jack Ashley, the gifted but
struggling young New England artist,
went south for his health he did not
expect to fall in love.
But he did.
The first time he saw pretty Alice
Holley, with her soft, deep, dreamy
eyes, sweet face and modest, simple
ways, he admired her and told his
friend, Ned ~Moorland, So. Moorland
introduced the pair, and the admira-
ton seemed mutual. Jack asked Miss
Holley's permission to call upon her
and she readily granted his request.
Ashley felt elated.
Don't you think I've made a good
impression on her, Ned" he asked that
evening as they sat smoking in their
lodgings.
Moorland smiled. He had known
Miss Holley from her girlhood. Be-
sides, he was ten years older than Ash
ley.
well, you two do seem to be, getting
acquainted rather easily" he replied,
with a slight laugh, as he blew the
smoke-wreaths into the air and gazed
almost tauntingly at the earnest face
of his handsome friend. II thought
you didn't like southern girls" he
added.
Don't be crab, Ned" was Ash
ley's reply. <'Wise men, you know,
change their minds-when sufficient
evidence is produced"
''Is the evidence conclusive in this
case, them" asked the triumphant
Moorland.
"You are posing as the judge, not
H. said Ashley.
The two relapsed into silence, Civ
ing their minds to more serious
thoughts. Moorland, the southerner,
was rejecting upon the happy days he
had spent on his fathers old planta-
ton, a part of which comprised the lit
tie village in which he now lived, in
the good old days before the war"
Ashley, on the other hand, was in
tently planning out schemes for sue
cess in his profession, mapping out
possible roads by which he hoped to
travel through the present trials to flu
ture triumph. To be sure, he had $500
year in rentals from a small Boston
property left him by deceased aunt
and the interest on few hundred dol
lars left him by his father. Besides,
he was something of writer and
earned an odd penny now and then as
newspaper correspondent. Then oc-
casionally he sold one of his pictures.
But the thing for which his heart really
yearned, the one ambition of his life,
deny it as he would, was success and
fame as an artist; success which would
bring him financial Independence; sue
cess that would set him free from the
monotonous grind of newspaper toll;
tame that would make his name re-
membered among men. He wanted to
own a pretty little, dove-white cot
tage, nestled upon some sunny hillside,
with the birds singing around and the
vines climbing over the porch and the
lowers shedding their delicious fra
GRANGE everywhere. Then, too, he add
ed to this mental picture-for Jack was
nearing ga charming woman, here
tofore creature of his own magma
ton, who should preside over the home
with dignity and grace. Now, how
ever, despite all Jacks efforts to the
contrary, this fascinating fairy was
undeniably transforming herself into
remarkable resemblance to dainty
Alice Holley.
Il say, jack said Moorland, awak-
ening from his trance, why don't you
try for that $4,000 prize at the inter-
state art exhibit this year?''
II am thinking of doing so,' Ashley
replied, as the awful thought of the
cold cash which stood between him and
the realization of his dreams dawned
upon him. II was thinking of it." he
repeated, ~ba1t I cant decide upon a
proper subject"
Induce Miss Holley to sit for you"
suggested Moorland, smiling, land call