Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-04-24

Her sister chidad her one night after hel elhad loft them. {
 "He loves you, Lucile." she re- preached.
 "Oh, l don't know" said the girl, turning away her lustrous eyes. They say he has always been sought after by women, but is never serious"
 That's what they say of you, Lucille" returned Mrs. Lothrop, ac- cusingly.
 But Lucille was humming gay little French chanson, and made no re- sponse.
 Paul Willis stood before his easel, gazing at the unfinished picture-the picture of fair-haired boy and per- feet darling of a little girl, who were both looking up at the wall. One of his old photographs had served as his model for the lads portrayal. and love had brought to his memory her child ish face, but the picture that was to hang on the wall he could only dimly recall. The subject and the attitude of the man on the horse that had so stirred his young fancy were in his memory, but not perfectly enough to transfer to canvas.
 The next day, while rummaging through the old stock of a picture dealers he saw small painting in antique frame that brought forth an exclamation of surprise and joy.
 Where did you get this?" he cried
 "A lady sold it to me-" replied the dealer. "She had met with reverses and"
 Do you know where she got it?"
 "Yes. She said the man who once owned the original of the horse in the picture gave it to, her."
 Willis secured the prize, and hast ened to his studio, painting "the pic ture on the wall" with haste and skill.
 It was Lucile's birthday. She was glancing with half pleasure and half humor at the array of books, flowers and confectionery that covered the library table when maid brought her in note.
 "There is e great, big package just come" she announced, shall have it fetched in here?"
 'Wait!" and Lucille opened the en- velope and scanned the note.
 'Oh, Ethel!" she cried to her sister Paul Willis has sent me a picture one he painted! Yes (to the maid) have them bring it in here and opened here"
 She was not a little excited and curi- ous. Paul was attracting notice in the world of art and to possess one of his pictures was privilege. What would the subject be?
 When the final wrappings were re- moved. she stood before it silent and memory-movcd.
 Her sister gave little cry of pleas ure
 "Oh, Lucille! I understand how he could paint you, but how could he re- member that picture-the one we all loved so and we were so provoked when papa gave it away. Why. Paul was a mere child when he saw it!"
 The maid now brought in a second package, a small picture, with explan- atory note. Lucille unpacked the portrait-the one thing left to her from her old , h9We.poi,;usua bl,B vsisD slu is ,n9i,,
 Later. when Paul Willis called, he found her still standing before the pie ture he had painted. He stood beside her as they had stood in their child. hood, only now she was gazing intent ly at the picture, while his eyes were upon her.
 She began to fear lest he should hear her heart-beats.
 Paul" she said tremulously, "I love 1t sol"
 "I.ucile!" he said in low. passionate tones. Lucille, love me. too. can't you? have loved you so long!" ..ss ,.,
 "Paul," very softly. "I have loved you since the night at the ball"
 "Lucile!"
 He gathered her in his arms.
 "But you were so cold-so indifferent always. Lucile!" he said presently. . "How could you hurt me so?"
 "I was afraid" she murmured. "that you did not really care. hoped you did. and then remembered your tone once when you said: And this must be little Lucille Felton!'" His laugh was good to hear.
 And the children SO long separated were agaiL united.-N O. Times-Dem. ocrat.
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