The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-11-16
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stains, and went back tostheirH va.
rious@ locations amid the grind
and struggle Of daily life IN big
centers..< The old ranges were left.
to themselves: The little: ham
lets and. villages dropped back in.
to sleepy ways, and the: *foar-ox
wagons passed, slowly along the
public, roads unmolested by smart
traps, fashionable road carts and
well-dressed people: ..> "
The approach of fall was felt
in the air, these late September
days, and the leaves of the forest
were crimson and purple and gold.
,Amaryl was disquieted and I'M
happy: "He leaves us next week,
mother. How delightful the sum
mer has BEEN" she said, sadly.
His coming to us was a great
blessing. Perhaps he will return
next summer, child" her mother
answered.
Eyes, a great blessing. We
have not been so comfortable and
happy for many years. Sam Will
Dor said, musingly, from where
he sat smoking by the fire.. for
: the evenings were cool and the
blaze CHEEKY.
"A pleasant companion. A true
gentleman, Amaryl, daughter. He
will come back some day." he
added, placing his hand on
Amaryl's head, for she sat on a
low stool close to him. Amaryl
drew his arm lovingly around her
neck.
And when, an hour later, Philip
Armstrong stood with Amaryl on
|, the rustic porch to watch the
moon rise in a blaze Of glory be-
hind the distant hills. this last
nioht Of his stay in the NOUN
tains, there was a suppressed tri-
umph in his eyes. His great pic
ture was finished.
Il came to your mountains for
sublime inspiration, and found
it in you-Amaryl, chic! of
beauty. [ am a poor devil Of an
artist, always striving and strain
ing after impossible ideals. With
out you I would fail. Will you
marry me, little one, and be my
inspiration? You will always
have my undying DEVOTION"
Some months later a carriage
rolled up to Mrs. Dartmore's
door, and two people got out.
Il have brought my wife to see
you dear friend" Philip Arm
strong said on being ushered into
an deliberately handsome morning
rOO.n
''Philip Armstrong, you don't
think that you have surprised me,
do you? Mrs. Dartmore asked
scornfully, after clasping Amaryl
lovingly in her arms.
'"Why, child" she said, hold
ing her off to get better view
of her, "you are handsomer than
his painting Of you.'
''You know you have been
awarded the gold medal" she
added turning to Philip, her face
ag1ow with pride and satisfaction.
Here's the cablegram. Paris and
London are raving over your pic
ture, Amaryl. Here is your check
book, child. The money is fairly
yours. Ask Philip. Baron Won
Stamer bought it for $4,000.
Philip does not need the money.
You can play ducks and brakes
with it if you choose to. He has
more than he knows what to do
with, child. You may not know
it, my dear, but you have married
a very great artist.
Come upstairs with me, dearie.
your, rooms are ready. You and
Philip are to stay with me until
Susan and Sam arrive I am
having the house next door pre-
pared for them. Philip can take
you abroad after they come. He
has not done you justice, but his
picture is glorious. IS. Rl1ett
Roman in the New Orleans
Times-Democrat.