Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1923-02-14
CARO-, mime
BY MILDRED WHITE
20, 1922, Western Newspaper Unon)

Carolyn brought the stranger down
the long han OF her ancestors, An
cestors 90 not, in modern days, hold
the honored place of d .bys0Ae time,
Both the great ola house and the an
cesual portraits had been thrust
upon her. While one may not refuse
such ii generous legacy the remodelmg
would, she was sure entail much
thought and care. Hence, ste called
upon this fall day, the towns best
architect to advise her, and it was he
whom she led down the hall.
She had sent, i'll her loneliness, for
Aunt Felice to come and make resi-
dence with her. Aunt telice, she
knew, felt that the estate should right
fully have belonged to her.
Estate and fortune, 1t happened,
went together; so Carolyn took up res
idence in the wandering stone house
in its great gardens.
James Bryan appeared much inter-
ested in the old portraits on the pan
eled wall. He paused before beau
tiful painting of lovely girl of by
gone day. Then, more deeply inter
ested, he bent closer.
Why" the architect exclaimed,
this painting is exceptionally good.
A relative of yours, of course, Miss
FairfeldT
Caro-, Nine" She repeated it soft
ly. Yes, the portrait is that of my
great aunt Carolyn, for whom / am
named l am told that it was my child
ish resemblance of my mothers aunt,
which was responsible for the nam
Ing"
SIT is true" he said slowly ''The
Is remarkable.
He stood back musingly regarding.
IF you wore trailing dark gown,
Miss Fairfield, instead Of your mod
ern short skirt, we might place you in
the frame and deceive the artist him.
self"
Poor artist" Carolyn sighed. HE
was long ago killed in the war. Many
times have l heard the story of his ro-
mantle love for great aunt Carolyn; it
is as fanciful as it Is sad"
The young architect fingered; he had
tried to devise some plan Of prolong-
ing his visit with this charming young
woman and grasped the opportunity.
will you tell me the story?' he
begged. II am most Interested"
Carolyn drew forth chair. First,
she said, I'VE will have tea, in quite
the old fashion, here in the hall You
have chilly drive before you"
"Now," she smiled, "for the story.
Poor little great aunt Carolyn in the
biggest house Of Byron, was, in days
past, as great 4 parsonage as piiil-
cess, to Byron inhabitants Grand
mother has told me, with tears in her
voice, how Carolyn disgraced conven-
ton and her foolishly proud family as
we'll, by making acquaintance with a
'commoner And not only did my
dominated young aunt make acquaint-
ance, but fell In love with humble
Irish lad. His name?-I have forgot
ten 1t.
Through her girlish school days the
Irish lover adored the fine young lady
from afar. Carolyn met him, 1t seemed,
when one summer day she walked
through her fathers grounds and saw
there a good looking young lad paint
Ing picture. Stopping to admire this
picture Of woodland scenery, she came
to know her Jimmy Their secret
love-making had grown into the seri
BUSINESS of an engagement, when heI
irate father discovered 1t, and under
threat Of dssowning his venturesome
daughter, forbade Jimmy to see o.
speak, or even write one word OF at
lection to Carolyn. What could the
unhappy Mad do but obey! Could h
her home and fortune aud family9 Ii
deep remorse for his presumption III
begged her forgiveness and went away
Carolyn knew not where. His ambi
ton, she knew, had been to become az
artist But he had no money to study
"A shiftless dauber,' her father hat
contemptuously called the Irish 9ad.
can fancy poor Carolyn wandering dis
consulate through these very halls, fol
her hover never came back. War a
that time claimed peoples Thought
And one day Carolyn read among thu
dead of the battlefield his name.
1T was his kind hearted mother wh6
sent this painting over which Jimmy
had so lovingly and skillfully labored
from her shabby house near the sta
tion to the big house on the Aill, AND
beneath his faithful memory portrait
of his love the Irish lover hssi writer
his assurance of loyalty. Caro-. Mine,
he inscribed il. Cars was his lovers
name for her"
The listener came to Stand at the
story teller's side. a. ue said abrupt
ly, ''am also an Irish Jimmy Bryan. Ii
was my untaught uncle years ago, whe
painted, with the inspiration of love
this portrait. And as you talked
have been wondering, Miss Fairfield, ii