The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-04-08

golden-hared beauty, Lady Evelyn, mad rung far
ana VIDE.
"haC preparations were in progress within this
place mas be LETT TO the reauers IMAGINATION
DrlIilant lights snone from every WINDOW, ana the
SOFT, melouIus music OF d Itanan> orchestra
was waited on the bamy breeze. Its sweet notes
noated on, on, to dismal garnet the outskirts
OF Carlyle castle. At their sound its lonely inmate
arose. laid aside her brush and easel, and leaning
Tar out OF the window, rapturousiy listened the
enhancing strains.
One gazing at her could not fail to be attracted
by her appearance. Rlnglets of beautiful black
hair clustered around her pallid brow. The sweet
face wore a look OF subdued sadness. But what
most appealed TO the beholder were the soft eyes,
fringeu by their silken ashes In them one might
read the 1ongings of her Spanish heart. SARGE
eighteen summers had passed her head yet
she was the eldest of family of eight children,
whose parents were dead She it was who main
tanned the others by her daily toll. From her
father lovely Carlota Mendoza had inherited her
traordlnary talent for painting.
After listening for some time at the window,
she hastily draped her head with a mantilla, and,
softly closing the door, descends the stairs,
and before long Carlota, the poor Spanish artist,
is standing in the beautiful grounds at the Carlyle
mansion. Finally charmed by the melodous strains
issuing from the spacious reception halls, she has
tens with eager steps to the balcony where shrink
leafy palm, she gazes with awe the most bril-
liant spectacle within
Stately ladies' arrayed in costly gowns, moved
about the beautifully decorated rooms, but their
charms paled visiby compared to those of the
queenly belle of the evening. In magnificent robe
of satin and lace, her golden hair cleaning like
ameoe browning her stately poised head, the
lovely Lady Evelyn stood, radiant, beneath a bower
of flowers, and Carlotte Mendoza, as she gazed
spellbound at her, mentally sketched the face of
Englands lovely daughter. At length she softly
descends the marble stairs returning to her humble
home, but that scene of splendor and the likeness
of Lady Eveyn haunted her dreams that night.
When Carlota rose next morning she formed the
resolution of transferring to canvas the face of
who had so impressed her. Every hour of the day
and far into the night she diligently worked at the
portrait. At each stroke of her brush the picture
seemed more lifelike The soft curves of the face
were perfected the violet eyes shon bneath the
clouds of golden sunlight which corwned her fig
ure; the ruby lips seemed to speak. Instead of
naughty queen of society appeared a sweet, modest
girl The portrait completed and as the artist
viewed her work she realized that her labor had not
been in vain.
At famous London art gallery thousands were
adniring portrait which had so excited the ia
vorable comments of all lovers of art.
Lard Carlyle, recognizing in the picture the face
VI Ills IL,
the artist, and, when found to be a poor Spanish
maiden he conducted her to his home. A warm
friendship sprang up between her and the daughter
of the house, and during that season society knew
not whom to admire more-Carlota, the charming
daughter of Spain, their beautiful Lady
Evelyn.
Through the generosity of Lord Carlyle com
Portable home provided for Carlotas little
brothers and sisters, while she continued to gain
fame in her chosen profession, making her name
an inspiration for young struggling artists-her
life worthy their imitation, well as their sincere
admiration.