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crooked S s iie taught tiro girl to set j him.
the petals in a circle and touch in the | Ho could scarcely have hoped to
yellow center, until after a while sho . linger at Bessie’s side malting sketches
caught the trick and could do it her- ottficr forever; but Aunt Penelope's ar-
solf. Three or four queer little strag-' rival and the news she gave him came
gling attempts, three or four better | like the shock of an ea£thquake.
It was quite impossible, however, for
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Onoo mon* ray hand will rlnap your hand;
1 Your lovrd voice 1 shall hear once more;
Hut we Shull uever see the land,
j The pleasant land wo knew of yore;
Never, on any summer day.
Hear the low music of Its streams.
Or wander down the leafy way
That letwleth to the land of dreams.
•
Still, borne upon the scented air.
The song* of birds rise clear and sweet,
As when I gathered roses there,
Anti limped their glories nt your feet;
A in I still the golden pathway Ilf*
At eve across the western stw.
And lovers dreutn lenienth fchow* ;ki<»s,
Widen shins no more for you a id me.
No morn. ah. nevermore! and yet
' They seem so near, those summer days, •
When hope w.us like a jewel set
To shine odowu Time's ml.v.y ways.
I sometimes dnvuu that morning’s liglit
■ Will hi iug them hack to us onco more,
And that 'tts hut one long dark night
; Since we two parted by the shore.
We parted with soft words and low,
And •‘Farewell till to*morrow" said;
From sea aud sky, and sunset's glow
( A golden halo round yoh shed
Then as you wcuU 1 hennrf you sing.
“Haste th**o, sweet morrow’" Partin'* thus.
How could we dream that life would bring
Not any morrow there for us?
We parted; and that Last farewell
\ Its shadow on our life path cast;
; And Time's relentless barriers fell
Between us aud our happy past;
And now we meet when cares and tear*
Have dulled the parting and the pain,
fiji never ean the weary years
Bring back our golden dreams again.
—Domestic Monthly
DAISIES.
GoMeti rod and Neptune's trident
grew thick along the old stone wall,
and many a daisy lingered in the grass
of the big meadow. Ned Egl>ert s<)$
under his great white umbrella with all
the impedimenta which a very young
artist thinks necessary scattered about
him. aud sketched the distant pines
and the old tlmtehed barn, and put in
Jim. the handy man, for the sake of
the bit of color furnished by his red
Blurt. . •
Bessie Bock looked over his shoulder
in unite admiration.
"How perfectly splendid it must be
to paint," site said. "I'd give millions
of dollars if I could Just do one of those
daisies."
This was a liberal offer from a girl
whose private fortune was twenty five
cents in silver and an old copper penny
with a hole in it. but Bessie was of an
enthusiastic nature.
"les, just one of those daisies,” she
repeated.
Young Egbert laughed.
“That is easy enough," he said; ‘‘I'll
teach you to paint a daisy."
"Oh. no, you couldn't. 1 haven't a
bit of genius." said Bessie.
“You don’t know until you try." said |
Ned “But it don't need genius to !
paint daisies."
"Don't it?" asked Bessie.
"No," sai 1 Ned,, “it's only a trick of
the brush. Sit down here, and I'll show
you how to do it."
Bessie looked at her dress and
smoothed down her calier? apron with
her pretty hands, now undeniably pink
from long immersion in hot suds, for it
was washday.
Surely a painting lesson ought to be
a full dress occasion, she thought.
“Oh, how 1 look to paint,” sho tal
tered.
1 ‘‘As sweet as you always do,” said
Ned. “There, sit down."
| He twitched away the landscape
which stood upon the easel, and sub
stituted a clean mill board and knelt
■down behind Bessie’s chair.
I “Take the palette—so," he said.
“Now hold the mahlstick—so. I sup
pose I’ll have to guide your hand for
ones, and then with slow precision and
eager, anxious eyes she watched w-hat
seemed to her a very perfect flower
form itself under the tip of her brush.
"Is it good?" she asked Ned.
"Very," said Neel. “Wonderful, con
sidering. ”
"I cannot believe I did it,” said Bes
sie. And after that she made another
with greater ea.se.
“Oh!" she said at last, with the long
drawn sound with which children hail
the ascent of a skyrocket. “Oh!"
“Bessie 1" screamed a voice in the
distance. "Bessie—Bess-ee!"
“There’s aunty callingmel” cried the
girl, between tears i*id laughter. “I
had forgotten all about her.” And
thrusting mahlstick, palette and brushes
into the young artist’s hands she flew
toward the house, leaving Ned staring
after her in all the blushing rapture of
a boy in love, for thoso few moments
had given Cupid a chance to drive an
arrow straight to his heart. lie had
always thought Bessie a very pretty
girl. Now she wits a divinity, .and it
seemed to him quite shocking that her
1 aunt, the fat farmer's wife with whom
she boarded, should have the right to
call her to peel potatoes or stow pump
kin, or that any household service
should ho required of her.
Nod Egbert had jnst received the pn-
ternal consent to become a professional
artist.
It had been his father's hope that lie
\ would take to business, and the old
i gentleman had held out fora longtime,
| hut at last he had relented. Ned was
I to study seriously that winter and goto
j Europe in the spring. Now he was
| sketching from nature among the Cats
kills. and. as we see, teaching his land
lady's niece to paint daisies.
He gave her many lessons after that.
He taught her those simple rules of
perspective that astonish those ignorant
of drawing. He showed her how to
draw “a street,” and “a house,” and
“a room," but though she worked ns
diligently as she could, considering her
multitudinous duties, and ruled myriads
ut straight, lines toward a point of sight
and tilled a drawing book with a hun
dred vistas, the only thing she really
seemed to succeed with was the daisy,
rilie grew quite clever nt this, and
painted them in her friends’ albums
and on the panels of her garret bed
room door, and nt the corner of her
note paper, and felt great satisfaction
in gazing at them after they were tin-
failed.
Meanwhile Ned Egbert wrote to his
father that he was diligently “studying
from nature." and that his gratitude
for the paternal clemency was still un-
dhuinished.
Autumn had come. The sketches
Ned sent home for inspection were all
of bare boughs and paths carpeted
with yellow leaves and fields of stub
ble. The summer boarders had van
ished like thistledown, and it was
pleasant to set up his easel in the warm
kitchen, and paint Bessie c.leauing
spoons, or Bessie paring apples, or
Bessie beat ing eggs.
One day by accident lie placed one
of these sketches in the parcel he rogu
larly stmt home for his father’s inspec
tion. The mill board had slipped un
der the stretcher of a largo canvas.
When the box was cfpenod his Aunt
Penelope pounced on it in a second,
and her eyes sparkled as sho said:
"All, ha!"
“A figure piece,” said old Egbert.
“And by Jove, the best of the bunch!”
"From nature evidently,” said Miss
Penelope, "and a wry pretty girl.”
After a few moments’ inspection she
added, “Brother, I think you might as
well let Ned go to Europe this winter.”
"Yes, yes; I tjiink I will,” answered
the old gentleman, regarding the “girl
making pies" with great satisfaction. ‘
The next evening but one Miss Pent-l
ope alighted from the Prattsvillo stage
at Mrs. Beck’s door. Site had traveled
many hours, as on a matter of life and
death. Indeed it seemed to her to be
one. Her heart was full of anxiety,
but site was a woman who knew how
to control tho expression of her feel-
She beamed upon the farmer's wife;
she beamed upon her nephew; she
beamed upon Bessie, who was decorat
ing a pie plate with daisies by the light
of a kerosene lamp.
“1 know you will put mo somewhere
for tb-- night,” she said to Mrs. Beck,
“and I am going to carry Ned away
with me to-morrow. Your fattier was
so delighted with your sketches, espe
cially the figure piece, that he thinks
.von might as well go to Europe at once.
Mr. Brush is going, and wlTl introduce
you to tho proper people. Tleally 1
think figures are your forte. Tins young
; lady must have been your original for
] th- pie baker."
| Bessie blushed violently.
“Quite an artist herself," sold Miss
j Penelope, patting up her eyeglass to
inspect the pic plate. “Daisies! How
pretty! Now, tell me yon an? delight
ed, Ned, to be so near Eur»jxi.”
| But Ned could not speak cheerfully.
He was miserable at the thought of be
ing sent away from Bessie—of 1 icing
divided from her by th© ocean. Fears
him to do anything about it. He was
swept away by tho early stage, with no
opportunity to bid Bessio any adieu
more tender than might bo offered
amid the assembled family in the front
hall.
Ilis eyes were full of tears; sowers
Bessie’s. What I not one whisper, not
one kiss—to tell tho truth, it would not
be the (lost that ho had stolen—no, not
even one long pressure of the hand. lie
was in the stage; they were away.
Aunt Penelope was talking of art, and
ho was wishing that he dared cover his
face and cry.
“Bessie 1” liis heart cried out, “Bes
sie 1" but his lips dared not utter a
word. And still, when he had reached
homo and Mr. Brush liad been asked
to dine with them, and all the talk
was of Europe and great painters, and
tho old masters, and Iris future pros
pects, ho began to glow again with the
old hopes—to droam of tho great pict
ures ho would paint. But he did not
carry out his resolution of telling his
father that ho would go hr for business
in order that ho might remain near
Bessio, but ho sat down and wrote
the girl a letter—a long, tender letter-
telling her that wherever he should go
h£r imago would go with him, and ask
ing her to bo his wife one day, and
giving her his address in Paris, where
he would go first, begging her to write
soon.
“And until I get your answer I shall
know no peace,” ho wrote; “though I
hope you do not care for Silas 1 law-
kins.”
And ho drew a little daisy in the cor
ner, and told her that he had kissed
it, and begged her to put her lips to it
also.
It was a foolish boy’s foolish letter,
if you will; but ho felt very near heav
en when he wrote it. Just as he had
sealed it his Aunt Penelope popped
into the room. Perhaps sho had peeped
hi before.
“1 am going to post my letters," she
said. “Shall I take any for you?”
Aunt Penelope had beamed so sweet
ly upon Bessio that tire boy had per
suaded himself that she secretly sym
pathized with his love affair. Now she
^gave him a little arch look, and he
returned a grateful glance, and as she
opened her reticule dropped Ilia mis
sive into its maw and heard tho crisp
snap with which it swallowed it up
without a misgiving.
Miss Penelope loved her nephew
truly, and whom sho burned the letter
in the kitchen r^nge she said to her
self: *
“I know what is for the poor boy’s
good far hotter than he knows himself.
That girl is no mate for him, and I’ve
no doubt she will be much happier
wit^ Silas Hawkins.”
You see, she had read the letter
before sho consigned it to the flames.
Shortly after Ned Egbert left Am
erica in company with Mr. Brush, and
through the winter evenings*Bessie sat
painting daisies and thinking of Ned,
but no word came to her.
On Sunday's Silas Hawkins came and
mode himself as agreeable as-possible,
but Ned had no reason to be jealoHs
of him, for when he offered his hand
and heart and a prospective grocery
business Bessio gently but decisively
declined them.
She began to think that tho young
man had forgotten her, but she knew
that sho should never forget him.
Meanwhile he, with all the novelty of
Paris occupying his mind, with his
studies, with all Enropc before him,
st ill reinomboroiU^Nothing could make
him forget—nolHodem art, nor the
old masters, nor*the bright eyes that
often beamed upon him. In time he
,caine to believe that the love had all
been on his side, but ho should never
tlnd any one like Bessio, he said to him
self, in all tho world.
When,lie came homo a full fledged
painter, and opened a studio and had
receptions and was spoken of favorably
by the critics lie had not forgotten her.
His life had not been without romance
nor had he escaped adventure, lie had
met women so beautiful that Bessie
could in no wise compare with them;
hut, when he thought of tho woman
who should one day share his fin-side
and bo the mother of his children, none
of these rare beauties arose before him,
but instead a simple American face,
honest eyes that knew no arts of co
quetry—Bessie’s face, Bessie's eyes—
none other.
At least lie thought, ho must see Her
once again ; lie must banisli his illusion,
if it was one; lie must know what
Bessie had become; and he went up to
Prattsvillo very shortly and found the
Beck homestead where it had'been.
No Becks were there, however. Mrs.
Beck had gone to live with a married
son “somewhere west.” A new m&n
had the store; he barely remembered
8i Hawkins, who had married and “set
up m Hew York.” Fivo years seemed
to have changed everything complete
ly, and Ned returned to his stndio con
vinced that it was Bessie whom Haw
kins had married.
he had lost life’s best good. Then he
shut the 1 doors of the past behind him
and began life in oamest. And now
Aunt Penelope, still at the helm and
active as ever, began to steer his bark
toward tlie happy isles of matrimony.
It is quite tho thing nowadays for
aesthetic heiresses to marry fashionable
young artists. For an elegant heires3
of this sort Aunt Penelope kept sharp
lookout, and soon descried her in the
person of Miss Edna Vale. The spin
ster had not been quite free of self ac
cusation in that matter of Ned’s first
love affair. Sho felt that-she should
never absolve herself entirely until sho
saw him in love again, and she con
stantly pointed out Miss Vale's perfec
tions—her classical features, lier grace
ful movements, her swanlike neck,
her low voice, her costumes, now
Grecian, now Venetian. Ned could
not refuse to acknowledge her beauti
ful, and at last Aunt Penelope felt that
her efforts hail not been in vain.
Tho Vales had given a musicals.
Ned and Edna had been together all
tho evening, and now she had spoken
of a rare flower that had just bloomed
in the conservatory, and ho had asked
her to let him see it.
“He will propose there, I am sure,”
Miss Penelope thought, as they walked
away. “I see it in his eye.”
Sho was right. Nod had deliberately
made up his mind to ask Miss Vale to
be his wife, but no such happy thrills
as tleose which hael come to him when
he held Bessie's little gink wrist and
taught her to paint lier first daisy
moved, him as he offered his arm to
Edna.
“I am no longer a boy,” he thought;
“thafasort of thing is over. I suppose
it is with every man at 30—1 suppose it
ought to he.”
A soft opal light filled the conserva
tory. The air was laden with fHvfume.
A sort of soft mist seemed to hover
over the plants, and in it he saw
vision—Bessie's face, her hand, a daisy
between the fingers, lie uttered an in
articulate exclamation. It- was gone!
“I beg pardon,” he said. "Really,
is your conservatory haunted? I
thought I saw a ghost behind tho
roses.”
“Oh, that was only Bessie!” said
Mias Vale.
"Bessie!” he gasped, “only Bessie!”
“My little sister’s maid,” said Edna.
“She is always gliding about in that
ghostly way. She comes here to smell
the (lowers, and sometimes to get a
dafay to eopy.”
“A daisy?” he repented, as if in a
dream.
Edna was familiar with the fact that
a inan on the verge of proposing often
becomes semi-idiotic. Rattier in order
to torment him than because she had
any interest in her sister’s maid, she
went on:
“Oh, I assure you sho is artistic!
When sho hns a holiday, instead of ■
going out in a green frock and a red
bonnet to enjoy herself, she shuts her
self up and paints daisies. Some one
—some sign painter, I presume—taught
her to do it once upon a time, and sho
came from her native wilds to New
York wifli the view of becoming a dec
orator, I believe The Church charity
found her starving in an empty hall
•oom and persuaded her to go out to
service, and mamma tried her in the
nursery.. She is quite faithful, but
such an idiot. The butler wanted to
marry her, and mamma tried to talk
her into it. Such an opportunity for
the girl! But she said she had ‘loved
once, and never could like any one
again.’ Mamma feels sure that she
was thinking of the sign painter. Of
course sho has read romances, and fan
cies herself a heroine. Now do look at
this flower; is it not splendid?”
Egbert muttered something unintelli
gible.
Edna saw that he was staring at va
cancy across the roses.
“I wonder whether ho will drop on
his knees, as Oapt. McAllister did?” sho
asked herself as she hid a smile behind
her fan and waite’d for what she
thought was coming. But nothing
came, and in a moment it flashed upon
Edna that the gentleman had either
forgotten or repented of his purpose in
leading her to tho conservatory. What
could piqno a woman more? ller
heart was full of wrath, but she was
equal to tho emergency. “Why, there
is Mrs. Lester,” sho cried. “I must
speak to her!” and away she sped, fol
lowing a blue satin train that swept
past the conservatory door, and leav
ing Egbert, os sho hoped, to anger and
mortification.
For his part, however, Ned felt no
such emotions. Beyond the mass of
foliage and blossom he saw an open
door, and in the passage beyond it lie
fancied that a woman's figure lingered.
Another moment and he had entered
tfce passage. A shadowy figure fled.
With two long strides he overtook it,
peered into its face and clasped it to
his heart; and all those sweet emo
tions, those tender heart throbs, those
enchanting thrills that he thought dead
with liis lost boyhood returned to liim
as he whispered:
“Oh, Bessie! I have found yon at
lust, aud wo must never part again!”—
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