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in which our petty lives revolve ! I him will exert upon my life, you would saw the truth of what you suggest as
not ask me whether I am in earnest. soon as it was too late. Five minutes The difficulty of obtaining proper modafter he had gone I could have cried els is one of the greatest that I have with vexation at my stupidity in letting had to contend with since I began to be him depart. I could cry now, if I chose,
Ah! to be compelled to but will not, for tears will not aid me in evoke pale shadowy images from your finding him, and that is the object to own weary brain, when you are longing the attainment of which I now intend to copy from nature with a firm and to devote myself.”
glowing hand-how hard it is! If I “ How do you propose to accomplish could have pursued a proper course of it?"
study in art, I should have a hundred “ You must assist ine. What shall I times the power that I have; and it is do ?”
to gain this, and with it the privilege "I really do not know, unless you of working to the best advantage, and advertise. Stay! I will write a .card' for this reason alone, that I am so anxfor you."
ious to hasten my departure for Italy. Adèle took a slip of paper, and I must give expression to the truth. I wrote:
will do so, or will cease being an artist
altogether; and the time has come “PURELY, GRANDLY GREEK !
when I must decide on the path that I gentleman who can conscientiously lay am to pursue. The picture that I am his hand upon his heart, and swear that now contemplating I will either make the above description applies to him; all that I desire,-and I can do so, if I and, furthermore, who remembers at am able to command the necessary tracting the observation of a lady in a means,-or, if this is impossible, I will drab suit, with pale complexion, blue not paint it at all. I will abandon the eyes, and a card-case, while riding in a idea forever.” stage, on Monday morning, the sixth “And you wish me to advise you ?” instant — will find it greatly to his “ I asked you to do so.” advantage to call at Studio No. “If the success of your picture is to etc., etc.
depend upon finding the stranger whom “Prompt attention to this important you have just described to me, give up summons is earnestly requested. The all idea of painting it, at once and forparty will be rewarded with a royal
Or at least throw it aside until title and immortality.”
you are able to consider the question
more calmly. A thousand subjects more “ There,” she said, handing the card beautiful, more grand than this old to Mrs. Vane, with an air of triumph, legend exist, and will in time occur to "I flatter myself that this will prove you. Reinspire your artist brain with successful. There can be but one such one of these, or take poor Vivien from Apollo in the city, of course. He will the shelf to which you have been so be conscious of his own perfections, and cruel as to consign her, and give her the will hasten to answer for himself." form and being which she so richly
“Nonsense, Adèle !” said Mrs. Vane, deserves. It will be your wisest course, laughing, in spite of herself, as she for the Unknown you will never see glanced over the card. “It is you who again. A host of gentlemen you will are talking nonsense now. I ask your meet in your daily walks through the advice, and you reply by turning me crowded streets, but among them he into ridicule."
will not appear. I have noticed that “Are you really in earnest, Fanny ?" Providence never offers the same chance
“Ah! if you knew the importance to to a single individual. It would be like me of meeting this stranger again—if drawing the same prize consecutively you knew the influence that seeing from a lottery. Very probably your
good spirits may have tried to do you a consequence of my increased capacity favor, by introducing you to a person of emotion, that my affection and adwho had it in his power to render you miration for all my friends, ladies as a great service; but since you were not well as gentlemen, had been augmented wise enough to seize the occasion, all by it a thousandfold. You can imagine that you can do is to accept your loss the sublime indignation with which she as final, and make up your mind to bear arose and left me. Poor little pitiful it philosophically."
doll ! Not only is she afraid of any “I believe there is a great deal of expression of genuine feeling, but she is truth in what you say."
ever on the watch to misinterpret any “I know there is. Unless I should sentiment that she does not comprechance to bring him back to you, you hend, in some silly inexplicable fashion, will never see Prince Zariades again, the secret of which is known to herself And after all, it may be better for you alone. How I like to shock Mrs. S—, not to see him. Who knows how much and the whole class of women whom misery might have resulted from this she represents !” chance meeting, if it had ripened into “Remember, nevertheless," Adèle anan acquaintance ?”
swered, laughing," that it is precisely “ What do you mean ? ”
among 'this class of women' that you “How would Paul Clare like your count your principal patrons. If you excessive admiration of an absolute give them such violent shocks that they stranger ? Have you not regard enough run away, and never return to you, and for him to prevent you from making do not allow their friends to return, him jealous ? ”
what will become of your orders, your “I declare, Adèle, you are as bad as great pictures that are to make you so a conventional fashionable lady. Paul famous in the future? What of your Clare jealous, indeed! he who is a por- journey to Italy, and all the success tion, and the best portion of my own and happiness that you are to reap from soul; he to whom I am united for all it? This class of women have it in eternity, by a perfect love. How dare their power to blight all your prosyou compare my artistic admiration for pects." a profile that I want to study, and my
! I have my doubts love for Paul ? You are exactly like even of you, Adèle, or I might be temptMrs. S."
ed to be profane. If, before another 6 Thank you! Mrs. 8 is the year has elapsed, I cannot dispense with most hypocritical, false, affected, absurd patrons, and command my own destiny, specimen of a fair, fine lady, that I have I will give up art, retire to a mountain the misfortune to know.”
in some wilderness, and live in a cave “And yet, had I told her my story, for the rest of my mortal days. For she would have answered me just as the present, let us dismiss the subject, you have done. She called on me the as beneath our consideration." other day; and while she was here, I Having said these words, Mrs. Vane happened to speak with admiration of threw herself back upon a lounge, in an Mr. L-, the husband of my dar- attitude of superb and disdainful nouling Emma. "What! Mrs. Vane,' she chalance, while Adèle gazed at her exclaimed, clasping her hands, and with mingled mirth and admiration, lifting them to heaven in holy horror, and made no immediate response. 6 can it be that you allow yourself to There was something contradictory
, speak with so much admiration of an both in Mrs. Vane's mental development other woman's husband and you en and in her appearance. She was a gaged to Mr. Clare!' l' informed her strange combination of a joyous, sensuthat the tenderness of my nature had ous woman, such as Rubens would have been marvellously developed by my delighted to paint, and an imprisoned affection for Mr. Clare, and, as a natural Psyche. Her eyes were blue and deeply
set, with a habitual expression of flash- laid her purchases. “A gipsey-bat, new ing, sparkling merriment; and yet they dresses, a jacket, gloves, boots, a parawere capable of the dark tragic glance sol! Have you had a visit from your of a foreboding sibyl. Over her fore- fairy good-mother? I am jealous of her head was cast a veil of pallor, the me- favoritism. Where did you get all this morial of years of unuttered and unut- finery ? " terable grief; and yet, in spite of this “If that absurd Zariades had not signet of despair, her pale, brown hair, driven every sensible idea that I have fine and soft complexion, coral lips, and out of my head, I should have told you petite features, gave her face an expres- before, of my good fortune. It was to sion of mirthful, piquant prettiness, that inform you of it that I wished so parwas inconsistent with the unusual force ticularly to see you. I sold one of my of her character. She was below the pictures yesterday, most unexpectedly middle height, and her figure, although the head, you remember, that hung finely and even voluptuously moulded, over the door. It was a mere sketch, suggested an idea of strength and en- dashed off in a few days, but, really, it durance, rather than of beauty. She was not without merit. I sold it for seemed to have been designed for a larger five hundred dollars—too small a price growth, a grander development than for the picture, but a large enough sum she had succeeded in obtaining. Both to save me from an abyss of difficulty. her face and form indicated an ideal I have paid my debts, bought myself a that they did not fully express, and the complete outfit, and yet have contrived original thought of nature, the nobler to reserve a hundred dollars, which I soul of the woman, flashed fitfully shall devote to a special purpose. I am through an imperfect embodiment, and going into the country, Adèle. I shall looked almost incongruous in the in- go to D—, the home of my childhood, ferior mould that it had actually re- and spend three long months in ramceived.
bling about the mountains that I know And yet Mrs. Vane's faults and im- so well, in rolling on the grass of my perfections were like spots upon the native meadows, in drinking new milk, sun. Her power, genius, sincerity, were in picking berries, strawberries, raspall her own. She possessed the rich in- berries, blackberries, all in their season, heritance of a free, generous, and noble and in eating them as well. And then nature. Her character rested upon a I shall see my old father once more-a firm foundation of sterling qualities, happiness that will itself renew my that caused her to be cherished by her childhood. I shall have a glorious friends, and respected and admired even time, Adèle, and shall return, in the by those whom her peculiarities offend- autumn, with better health, and the ed. It was impossible to see her with strength of a giant, able to achieve out anticipating how much grace and miracles. And, in truth, this respite tenderness might be developed in the has come just in time! Dear as my fulness of her maturity, as the flower pretty studio is to me, I was beginning of that strength, the only true root of to feel that I could not endure, for anbeauty, that she possessed to so ample a other day, being shut up like a prisoner degree.
within its four walls. I seize the idea Adèle looked at her friend, as she sat of this visit to the country, as a prisoner reclining upon her couch, and these rushes forward to embrace his freedom." thoughts, mingled with a melancholy She paused for a moment, and then that she could not dissipate, floated continued, with the inconsistency of a vaguely through her mind.
mercurial temperament, “What is the meaning of all this “ After all, it may be for the best luxury ?” she said at last, with an effort that I should be prevented from underto throw off her sadness, as she strolled taking my favorite picture at present. to the table upon which Mrs. Vane had very probably I should fail in elabo
rating it, simply from the extreme ex time did not reopen it. Her smiles haustion of my nervous vitality—my ceased; the light playing over her face reward for a long year of excessive ap- vanished; she became pale; tears filled plication. In the autumn I shall be a her eyes, and she leaned against the new being. It will be impossible for wall for support. me then to fail in any thing that I un To many favorites of fortune, sheldertake. Think, Adèle! all this hap- tered from the ruder experiences of life piness, this new life, I shall receive by the protecting ties with which affecthrough the agency of this little hun- tion loves to surround its object, and dred dollars, shut up in this little purse! guarded from the knowledge of want I should like to see any one get it from by wealth and luxury, a career like Mrs. me! What think you of that for a Vane's will seem a career of privation, miracle? Is there not something more suffering, and danger. To Adèle, how in it than natural, if philosophy could rich it looked in hope and happiness ! find it out?"
How poor and tame her own career “Money is, indeed, a potent magician,
seemed beside it! She had no fame to and I wish the miserable wizard would cheer her in her hours of lonely isolacondescend to perform a few more of tion, and inspire her with the glorious his hundred-dollar miracles, for my ben hope of commanding, through her own efit, than he seems iuclined to. But efforts, a noble and happy future; no what will Mr. Clare do without you ?” journey to Italy in prospect; waiting
“D is not on the Rocky Moun to be transformed from a happy dream tains, and neither is it in China ! He to a happy reality; no Paul to labor for will come and visit me as often as pos and with, in the blissful heaven of love, sible; and if he is prevented from leav thrilling the fleeting present with the ing New York, he will resign himself to satisfying completeness of eternity. Nor my absence. My progress is his. If it was she ever visited-bitterest privais for our mutual benefit to be separated tion of all—by the flame of artistic infor a time, he would consent to it, of spiration—the consolation of all sorcourse. He is the last person in the rows, and compensation of all wrongsworld who would refuse to sacrifice a uplifting her soul from the cold, dull temporary enjoyment for the sake of gloom of material realities into the sunsecuring a higher happiness in the shine of creative energy. Love! Infuture.”
spiration! Why, she was denied even At this moment a little clock, that the privilege of spending a few months hung on the wall, struck two. Adèle in the country, picking berries, lying started, and looked up at it in surprise. on the greensward, and gazing into the
“I must go,” she said. “I have a blue sky. But one future could she sitter at half-past two, and shall not anticipate--a future of painful, unconhave more than time to get to my genial toil, draining her nerves and studio, and prepare for her. I did not brain of their vitality, only to give her know it was so late."
life to endure suffering; a future of isoAdèle shook hands with her warm lation, of petty anxieties, of neglect, hearted friend, and, hurrying from the and, worse than all, ennui! The life room, closed the door, but almost in of her friend was
a rainbow-tinted stantly partially reopened it, and peeped beaven of hope and joy, of intense anin, her face radiant with smiles.
ticipation and rich fruition, in compari“What will you give me if I find son with the dreary desert of her existPrince Zariades for you ?” “ Himself, of course!
Adèle was a miniature-painter, and " Indeed! Such a bribe may tempt her exquisite talent was so well appreme. I will think about it, and let you
ciated that she could not work rapidly know when we meet again. Farewell.” enough to satisfy the demands made
Again she closed the door, and this upon her time and strength. And yet
the host of her fashionable customers choly had been stealing over her. She had been quite ready to take advantage felt a strange sense of dissatisfaction, a of her friendless position, her poverty, disgust of the present, and fear of the and dependence, to pay her trifling darkening future, which she vainly comsums for pictures which they could not bated; and these emotions, her visit to have obtained from other artists at any Mrs. Vane, forcing her to contemplate cost, and for whose inferior equivalents an inner life so rich and varied, althey would gladly have paid five, ten, though far from being harmonious, had twenty times the amounts that she re suddenly intensified, until it became ceived. Adèle, upon her part, too faith- difficult for her to refrain from giving fully conscientious in the discharge of them expression. Several times, while her duty, labored to attain perfection in receiving her friend's confidence, she all that she did, neither for fame nor had been on the point of dropping the money, but because her artistic nature mask, throwing herself into her arms, would not allow her to do otherwise. and weeping forth the story of her deIt was not ambition that she lacked, spondency. She had resisted the imbut the aggressive spirit of self-asser- pulse from a feeling that it would be tion, which her friend possessed—a ungenerous to cast her burden upon most necessary quality in achieving suc another who had sorrows enough of her cess, but by no means an essential ele own to bear. But now again the pasment of genius and a noble nature. sion seized her, and she felt that she Sympathy and appreciation would have could no longer resist giving way to a aroused her to self-consciousness; but burst of hysterical weeping. these she did not meet with, and, be Adele was restrained by only one concoming timid and self-distrustful, al- sideration. At this very moment she lowed herself to be imposed upon. The should have been in her studio preparnatural consequences followed. Poorly ing for a sitter. The habit of fulfilling paid, and eager to achieve the highest her engagements punctually, a sort of excellence, her utmost exertions scarcely incapacity of shrinking from a duty, enabled her to keep body and soul to- however painful its performance might gether. She was shut out as completely be, which had become her second nafrom the higher joys of an artist's life ture, proved stronger than the impulse as from every other kind of happiness. which was urging her to abandon herShe made no progress, or seemed to self to emotion. Her sense of duty enherself to make none, but declined into abled her to overcome her weakness, and a routine of drudgery, from which she lead her onward, to meet a very differcould not escape. Finally--the greatest ent destiny from the one that she had misfortune of all !-her work became been contemplating. distasteful to her. She began to loathe She recalled her engagement, and dethe delicate bits of ivory, upon which termined to fulfil it. Repressing her bloomed, beneath her cunning fingers, sobs, and wiping away her tears, she so many fresh and smiling faces; and drew her veil over her face, ran down yet she could gain no reprieve from her the long flights of stairs leading to her pleasing but monotonous and wearing friend's eyrie, and, hurrying into the labor.
street with a breathless speed, that was A joyous, healthful temperament had the result of agitation even more than enabled Adèle to endure her trials for of haste, struck directly against a genyears—she began her career as an artist tleman who was walking by with alwben a mere child of fifteen-with most equal rapidity. cheerfulness, and it was only within a Both started back in some confusion short period that her peace of mind had from the collision; and Adèle, looking been disturbed. For several weeks, or up bewildered, beheld in amazementrather months, a restless, morbid melan Prince Zariades !
(Conclusion in next Number.)