Virginia gazette. [volume] (Williamsburg, Va.) 1893-192?, 1901-10-26

nr~.s NOR. fuently with pen what the
other EXPRESSED more slowly with the
brsashf"
But more richly. sometimes-
The carriage drew awey from the
boulevard with Mr.. Rathbury and hta
nancee.
TELL him 60 drive quickly. Irving
You forget I am all anxiety 90 see
The Morring-Time.' IL II not fam
, that ell the world is looking at IL BE-
fore Helen MeDsrmot. 1 should have
had the fsrst look. Dut you know
father would not come back 80 the
cfty until last night Deari how tbs
summer heat hngersi Tell me about
II again. w ur picture I mean. shall
understand IL better"
'sNo. I should rather you saw and
understood for yourself II IL the
favorite child OF my brush. you
know
She was silent silent and beautiful
BE wac proud OF her. this Quesnly
woman at his side. with her fashion
clad form. Yes. he ~as fortunate
fame and wealth. and q handsome and
talapted wife.
Have you seen that other canvas
Yet. The UnAnishsd pictureT She
asked
mo. I Just heard about II to-day.
wonder who the artist Isl"
They were getting now whore the
: streets were more dsnsely thronged.
The cOachmsn drew up 1t last before
the granite pillars and broad steps 81
> ClSire's gallery. They passed through
Z che cooling shadows of the vaulted
D roof TO where the crowd was dsnsest
= but 81 wns some minutes before they
,. could make thSir way through the
4 crowd 90 The Morning Time
q Shes not = perfectly beautiful girl
c See. the features ere not perfect.
n some enc was saying.
D NO. but the freshness. the life. III
h. suggestiveness of II. YOa almost 81
q. pect her 20 speak. And that bird
~ why. you can hear II singi
~ Then Helen McDermot was tostle
& forward and she saw the Picture-he
d bstrothsd's masterpiece
n An orchard scene Ga . May morI
y !ng. A fresh-fsced girl had paved b.
81 meath a tree She was holding M
az abron full Of wild flowers. stAndAn
II slightly on tip-toe. her lips parted
es abe listened 60 Q goldhnch singer
IN from its perch on tail reed tn
he rocked beneath its weight fsrth
OF a rustic fence skirted the horiz'
In and. beyond soft white burrows
lie loud along the blue. Above her he
nd g thrush peeped knowingly St b
iad from its nest in the apple-blossou
Helen MeDeruots face grew TN
We ant with pride and emulation
BITS abe gazed and as she listened 20 {
all. ! 81 she rrifiea
ted This Is 4 hRe thing over her
So said Mr.. Arno "a RAthbury's e
en- The Unfinished Picture
ON sOh yes. want 20 see that. Wh'
and lsitP I lust heard OF ia Yes, ! 81
and II was the face OF n half-grOSR {
han With brush In hand and paint blOtcl
her on her apron. On the easel Def
ing her. an unfinished picture. very inn
der feet. but with suggestion OF beSt
and But she was gazing away from
pied work with n wistful look at n St
ndy haired artist who toiled in the bs
and ground. He Needed her not. but pa
aOse ed on. his long white ourls falling
ate, mediasval fashion about his should
and The v-istfulness IS perfect. isn't
Said RAthbury. who Is the arts
him some lady. Her name has
AoA- slipped my ninus ene y uANC 49,
5 he pupil OF Saechos- / imagine eN
Silly bodv will know before that pic
had hangs here long. Her GRANDPA
had was an artist, they say"
4 an Mr.. RAthbury had gone back 20
had MeDernnot's side. But he stopps
form sudden surprise. She was still 81
n lit ing before the picture, but one
umes rested Imply on the other, her
knee. was dropped and al its joy Was e
the let us go home" she sAld CO
apron .sHelen-Niss MeDermot. you
. car III"
with mo. not az all; come"
songs He led her 60 the carriage.
the word OF eongratulation on her Il
this I'm sure you are I'll, Helen
d her ~No-not 81. thank you
hair. down Park Avenue. IL IN NOR
with eluded there"
/. and what 10 1t. Helen? Tell me
ieArt's That giri-you have Painte
felt face of the woman you loved
rss al could not have painted ike that
My dear. loved the APpie-w'
n her. too. when / was painting her.
child "Ah. but that was . differant
years. You have loved the living girl
hairs2 That Ia why people turn froT
}. She Apple-womsn 20 look at her.
Z stars Her hand Was resting lightly
adows. arm.
ke her Don't deceive me, Irving. -
,uld be all Ours was 20 be a frie
marriage. but there should D
Years feet confidence even between r