The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1897-06-04

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thal painted her cheeks. and made her
eyes BRILLIANT her voice thrill with mu-
steal cadcnc,g
E'ery day, when the weather permit
teu she was upon the beach, working
win rapid fingers and swelling heart
Over her canvas. Every day. az the
hour agreed upon, James Smith. fisher
man presented himself as her model
upon the liberal terms offered in the
'trantville Gazette" Had Lena been
brought up In society ! know 1t would
have been impossible for her to accept
james Smith at his own word. as
Wilton fisherman. But the young ar
tist was a child yet In many ways. She
hau beeh educated with the secluslon
Of nun. In spite Of her foreign ex-
perlence, and her devotion to her art
had Kept her still secluded from choice
aiter she returned to her home.
IL was, therefore. no amazcment. but
simply a delight. to her. when the hand
some fisherman. who looked one OF Ma.
ture noblemen In his rough, pictures
que dress. conyersed with her intelli.
gently and paid her the courteous ro-
speet OF 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 lie gave her to understand.
without actually lying. that he had been
sailor, and 80 accounted for his IA
millariiy with the scenes she had Wis
tied and carried craven on her heart
ana brain. lie looked over many OF
her sketch-books. wondering at the
power In the slender hands. the genius
OF the youthful brain. the fidelity OF
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
herl With all her wondrous gift. she
was the purest. simplest maiden he had
ever met Ladies' he had known by
scores, finished In every graceful ac-
complainant, but never ono more ex-
quisite IN refinement than Lena. Peas
ant girls he had seen with beauty I'M
adorned" yet not one more unaffected
than this artist maid In her dress OF
cheap print, her hair simply bound In
heavy bralds OF golden lustre.
There was the unaffected grace OF
girlhood, with the well-storod mind. OF
one who made books. music and art
daily companions
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.
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. II was TO be packed and
sent to New York In the afternoon, and
Lena. her heart full. said softly:
How can 1 live II II is a failure7"
Believing she spoke OF actual poverty,
should her art fail TO win money,
James Smith, with n sudden, over
whelmlrg love controlling him. spoke
out II would mako my story too long
to tell the words that made Lena's
heart tremble and her eyes grow misty.
while Aunt Margarets wrath was kind.
linz at the flshermans presumption.
But when Lena's hand wns fast pris-
onsd In his own. when her eyes. love
lighted. were dropping and her cheeks
bluIhing under his gaze. James Smith
said:
But. though I have once deceived
you, Lena. you may trust mo now, for
all time"
Deceived mel" she cried. shrinking
little.
II am not James Smith. but Mortimer
Gilroy; not an honest. Woodworking
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"
Then Lena's eyes flashed merrily, and
she would have spoken, even II Aunt
Margaret had not said. dryly:
Perhaps II would be a good time TO
tell Mr.. Mortimer Gilroy who you are"
DO not look so bewildered," Lena
said II am not masquerading. am
simply what you know me-Madelelne
Seymour. artist. But Aunt Margaret
wishes me 10 tell you that paint now,
have painted for years. solely for pleas
urel love my art have loved Il
better than any earthly pleasure since
FIRST my hand could grasp pencil. But
am not working for money. because
/ have more than enough. | am rich,
too. though do not paint In satin
dresses or wear Jewels at the seaside.
sun. did not mean any deception"
And you would have bestowed your
wealth upon poor hsherman?" asked
Mortimer Gllroy. with glad heart and
loving eyes.
She smiled. answering:
Il think I found the pearl in it's
rough case. did not know your social
position. but did know you were a
gentleman in heart and education. /
could not have loved you had your
speech or manner been aB rough as
your dress"
So Aunt Margaret was satisfied. and
society welcomed Mortimer Gilroy'g ar
fist wife. guessing nothing Of the little
romance that was founded upon adyer-
Using for a model.-New York Ledger
Took Him at His word.
Auctioneer-"And. now, ladies and
gentlemen. what bid do hear for the