The Green Forest tribune., 1910-11-25

 tired, and hungry, no doubt, but 1t had been the happiest day of his life.
 It was months later when an artist saw some of his crude drawings, and, i recognizing talent offered to help him. His work was encouraged. and in one way and another he worked on, surmounting obstacles, till his | teachers declared they could teach | him nothing more.
 He was an artist and It came about | that he, Felipe Rubio, was to have l picture exhibited in the Academy of San Carlos! To this, his greatest work as yet, he gave the name "A | Dream of Achievement" and in 1t he ! mad pictured himself, small. bare footed, bare-headed boy, sitting on the ground with hands clasped about his knee, and wistful race upraised, and dark eyes that seemed gazing at beautiful visions that fioated vaguely In the upper distance, while in more pronounced shades stood out the fig ures of his playmates about him.
 He was at work upon another painting. This showed flaxen- haired little girl standing half smil- ing as her blue eyes looked into those of the spectator. There was color in her cheeks, and In her white dress she presented a dainty little creation, the original of which was not to be | found among natives of the artists own city. That he realized the truth of this was shown by the name he had given his work. Felipe called this painting, Rose of the North" It was painted from memory, but memory had served him well.
 Fifteen years had passed since the day when this little Rose of the 1 North had been the means of opening up to him new world, and now Senor Felipe Rubio would see other countries, the work of artists other than those to be seen at San Carlos.
 He sailed to the old eastern lands, and at length reached once more the western world, and there came day when he found himself in New York.
 Among the visitors one day there came a middle-aged man and his daughter, wound lady whose golden hair seemed to have captured all the sunshine of her sunny life. Felipe gave her first long glance of purely professional admiration, then as her deep blue eyes turned to his, he look ed again with more personal ap- proval and stirring of memory. Of whom did she remind him? There was an elusive familiarity about her smile.
 The visitors stood looking at the Dream of Achievement" when the man said, laughingly: See. Isabel. here's your little Mexican"
 The girl was puzzled as to her fathers meaning; not so Felipe, who had overheard the remark.
 Isabel was the name of the child to whom he owed so much, his Rose not doubt it. Why had he not recog- nized her at once? Felipe had ac- quired many accomplishments since their first meeting; among them was the knowledge of the English Ian guage
 Now, moving over beside the man, he asked "The gentleman has seen my country. Mexico, has he not?'
 Yes, years ago." was the reply, when my daughter here was child
 Like this," said the artist, draw ing the mans attention to anoth- CT painting It was his Rose of the North"
 "The visitor gazed a moment in growing astonishment. "Isabel!" he exclaimed; then turning to Felipe: What does this mean, sir?"
 Tt means that I was the little boy who waited outside the doors of San Carlos until this little girl, your daughter-this Rose of the North brought about my admission. My life work dates from that day. I am most happy to express my thanks once more"
 Do you hear this, Isabel?" the man asked, turning to his daughter. She heard, indeed, and the beauti- full color deepened in her cheeks till 1t was no wonder that an artist should find It hard to look away.
 Soon they seemed to be old ac quaintances. A little later Felipe was invited to their home, and 1t was not long before the young man waited upon MT Clayton and with true Mexi- can formality craved the honor of his daughters hand.
 "I begin to think 1t was foreor- dained,' the father said after they had talked the matter over; "at any rate go to my daughter. Isabel usu- ally decides such cases for herself"
 Only too gladly Felipe went to her. 'Ts it to be my Rose of the North at last?"
 And Isabers blue eyes answered even before he heard her low spoken words of assent.