The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1897-06-19

view Terrace, Ocean Place, Wilton
She was very beautiful I was sorry
when the sun became too glazing on
the water and drove her indoors. a
fisherman! 4" VI
D. He unused moment, then called e
#'stBob!'' @ 5tts 81 n 81; i5 III
A rugged sailor answered at once. s'I' |
bob, L am going to stay at Grant
vile for few weeks. You will take
the yacht home!" d s.5s5S 81 @S ,,. 4 Asssssss WI
Z Bob was too much accustomed to his
masters sudden freaks to make any
comment, g and Mr.. Gilroy, hastily se-
lected a, few articles in his cabin, pack
ed valise and went ashore. .5S %s.
June had come. Lena had spent the
merry month Of May in a dream of per-
feet happiness. She meant no decep-
tion when she told her Aunt Margaret
1T was the rapture Of artistic success
that painted her cheeks, and made her
eyes brilliant, her voice thrill with .mu-
steal cadences. .;..s. s.. ~ ss.-s5 ste4Jy
Every day, when the weather permit
ted, she was upon the beach, working
with rapid fingers and swelling heart
over her canvas. Every day., at the
hour agreed upon, James, Smith, fisher
man, presented himself as her model
upon the liberal, terms offered in the
Granville, Gazette. y Had,sLena7 been
brought up in society .I8know it would
have been impossible for her to accept
James Smith at his own word as a
Wilton fisherman. But the, young ar
tist was child yet in many ways. She
had been educated with the seclusion
of a nun, in spite. of her foreign ,ex-
perience, and her devotion to her art
had kept her still secluded from choice
after. she returned to her homer : -
a It was, therefore, no <amazement, but
simply delight, to her, when the hand
some fisherman, who looked one of Ma:
ture's noblemen in his rough, pictures
que dress, conversed with her intelli-
gently, and paid her the courteous re-
spect of a gentleman Little; by little,
as they drew more closely together in
their daily intercourse, James Smith let
the brilliant intellect, the travelled
knowledge he possessed creep out into
sight. He gave her to understand,
without actually lying, that he had been
| a sailor, and so accounted for his IA
| miliarity with the scenes she had Wis
tied and carried craven on her heart
| and brain. He looked over many of
| her sketch-books, wondering at y the
power in the slender hands, the genius
0f 10 F,,1 +l1 -
touch and eye, and. as the restraint of
strangeness wore away his true man
hood asserted itself, and his heart rose
his master. How could he but love
her 18th al her Wondrous gi u. she
was the purest, simplest maiden he had
ever met. Ladies he had known by
scores, finished in every graceful ac-
| complishment, but never. one more ex-
quisite in refinement than Lena, Peas
ant girls he had seen with ''beauty un-
adorned" yet not one more, unaffected
than this artist maid in her dress of
cheap print, her hair simply bound in
heavy braids Of golden lustre.
There was the unaffected grace of
girlhood, with the well-stored mind, of
one who made books, music and art
daily companions ,.~. ~ * i l..
His conscience rebelled often at the
deceit he was practicing, but he hug
ged the thought of the luxury he could
offer his love, the toll he could spare
her.. r.2"s - d ~
June was yet young when the picture
was completed, and in the early morn
ing James Smith, Aunt Margaret and
Lena stood upon the beach looking up
on it's beauty. 1t was to be packed and
sent TO New York in the afternoon, and
Lena, her heart full, said softly:
How can I live if it is failure? ?'
Believing she spoke of actual poverty,
should her art fail to win money,
James Smith, with sudden, over
whelming love controlling him, spoke
out. 1t would make my story too long
to tell the words that made Lena's
heart tremble and her eyes grow misty.
while Aunt Margaret's wrath was kind
ling at the ffsherman's presumption.
h But when Lena's hand was fast pris-
oned in his own, when her eyes. love-
lighted, were dropping and her cheeks
blushing under his gaze, James Smith
said: '.s s--.,s =.
But, though I have once deceived
you, Lena, you may trust me now. for
all time s.-.E &zz ~, .*I.,
Deceived me?" she cried, shrinking
a little. f. a .s ssfs<sr'ss4s ,sszsss.
z "I am not James Smith, but Mortimer
Gilroy;; not an honest, hard-Working
fisherman, only an idle, useless gentle
man. You will not need to work when
you are my wife, Lena, but can paint
for pleasure only . ]. III g#=
Then Lena's eyes flashed merrily, and
she would have spoken, even if Aunt
Margaret had not said, dryly: ii Il:
stParhaDs il would bo a so.,o,7 =. s. -