Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 18, Number 47, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 May 1888 — Page 7

MY PAN8IE8/

O, here Is one in a purple bat And a robe of violet aOk/ This little fellow is all in yellow,

Atid that one white as milk: Dancing high and dancing tow, Just as tbe breezes come and ga, Dear little spring time beau tiff*. Ol

One is dreased in a velvety black, And oae baa a crinwoD gown Thi* little maid to In bin# arrayed.,*

And that In golden brown: Dancing high and dancing low. Just aa tbe breese* come and go, Dear little spring time beauties, Ot

J* One baa a critical, earnest look, Anil ooe i* woefully sad— My pansiest wise with their dusky eyes

And i. '-T 0anctt:' l.i-i. I"*, Just a-t ie heavenly bre Dear liule thoughtful beauts, 01

—Nellie M. Garabrant in American Magaritia

MY FAIR UNKNOWN.

The quaint, old fashioned little town of Deal is one of the quaintest places on the Kentish coast. True, it possesses a tiny stone jetty, at the extremity of which a beacon flashes through the night, but no gay promenaders pace its asphalted parade, no Cocknpy children disport themselves npon its beach, and the burnt cork minstrel la there a genius almost unknown.

Here I found myself three summers ago whilst on a sketching tour. I had "done' the down, washed in the sea in every mood, smeared, sketched, daubed and spattered until there was not a stick or stone in the place that had not found its way into my sketch book.

On the last day of my stay I sauntered down to the beach with the lazy gait of a man who has done his duty, my camp stool under my arm. my box of tools in hand -not that I set out with any distinct purpose of using the same, for I had ex haunted tbe sea and my own capacity— but simply for tbe sake of companionship I confess I was growing a trifle lopesomp. .Nature sometimes bored me.

As I strolled along, reflecting with satisfaction that I would loave the field with a clear conscience and empty paint tubes, a rock lying In a peculiar position struck my fancy and I stopped to sketch it. 1 unfolded ray little camp stool and sot it down on the hard, level sand. The tido was low, but the stool stood unevenly. and, glancing down to ascertain the cause, I saw that one leg tilted down into a footprint, and looking ahead. 1 noticed that the footprints went on and on. xlgzag along the beach, disappearing in tho

distance—narrow,

dainty footprints—

a woman's. Feelings akin to "those experienced by Robinson Crusoe rushed over me as I gazed. Remember that I had been for several weeks In this out of tho way placo without another human sotil with xvhnui to commune except my landlady, and onr communings w«re mostly of a sordid nature. and hero $nre dolicato prints of a personality that might lead to the most delightful consequents! f*

I could sketch no more. Gathering up jjjy baggage. I prepared to follow tho trail.

I am somewhat of a philosophic turn of mind, and aa I walked along 1 lapsed into a train of thought worthy the great Darwin himself.

In the first place, I measured with my eye the length of tho slender footprints, and calculating by tho proper proportions that the foot should be as long as the distance from tho wrist to tho elbow, the nifiker of them must bo, I concluded, UIMJUI 5 Teet 5—a good height for a woman.

That It was a woman, I knew by the fringe like marks where hero and there the long dress made Its delicate trail Then she must be slender for such a narrow foot to support her weight beside, the foot marks were lightly pressed into the sand. They were rather far apart. She took long steps for a woman, and nothing gives more grace to a walk, to my mind. I detest these tottering, tripping women I

With the aatnteneea of a detective I notloed that the distance between each two of the points was of equal length that indicated alertness and the poise of olMtio strength, for a dreamy woman would have walked all over the beach, and a weak woman would have taken uneven steps.

All along beside the footprints were other marks, which, after close inspection, 1 knew to be punctured by tbe end of a parasol Another good feature, for it showed that the unknown female whom 1 was tracking was not over caroful of her complexion, and argued a oommendable absence of vanity, and a corresponding presence of good sense. But, alas! the Imprint of the heel was exceedingly small, and more sharply cut into the sand than the toe, making the unmistakable impression of tho French heel So my fair unknown was a damsel of civilisation—a slave to fashion, possibly

As I pursued the trail round the point at Walmer castle it turned in to the white glistening beach above high water mark, and there I discovered impressions in the •oft sand as clear as If chiseled In stone tho square mold of a book, small—a novel there were the linos of a garment, and the long, straight line whore the umbrella or parasol had lain, each new fold of silk reproduce! perfectly* and the masks at the hamUo where fingers had clutched It— long, fine marks—a delicate hand. From this I knew the had stooped to pat down

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book and parasol—aha did not throw them down, therefore she must be gentle —and then she must have stood there and gated oat at the sea for along time.

How did I know this? From tho two footprint*, tide by site, pointing seaward, sad sunk deep la the sand. She must be thoughtful, a little sad, which always foi« lows and here tho had loft a bunch of wild flowers, which she must have plucked in tho fields on her way. To wander In belds, to pick flows** aa you go, are these cot evidencee of teiiMttent and a bean&y loving naturs?

I could not help breathing a hope that abe wa* neither old nor plain I took np the aim pie bouquet It was limp, phowed every indication of being recently plucked. She could not bo Car away. la my wthmrtawm I darted forward aad

started back as if I had been shot. There, written on the sand in clear, bold letters, was a name—"Constance."

So now, on circumstantial evidence, I had before me a picture of a being that I had never seen, and of whose existence I had not known until this day. I could almost imagine that "Constance walked before mo,

pressing

footprints in the sand,

a tall, slender girl, with a graceful walk, stylishly dressed, and swinging a dainty parasol but, alasl. irtth Iter baek always turned to me.

Was my fair unknown pretty? That 'she was strong, sensible, thoughtful and refined. I had guessed but the paramount Mi Stion still remained unanswered—t7as she, pretty?

I had walked for some distance nnder the cliffs toward Dover, when lol a flash of color caught my eye. Could it be a bird of brilliant plumage, or a child dressed in red, or a young lady with a crimson hat? It was the latter!

She reclined npon the beach, her head resting upon a little bank of sand and as I neared her I noticed a parasol and a novel Constance I

I hesitated as to what I should do. Should I pass her, and thus turn my back upon those artistic footprints forever? No I could not do that.

I slackened my pace, and politely, refrained from gazing too rudely until I almost reached her, when I turned to have a good look at her face.

Judge my disappointment, however, when I found that the pretty crimson sailor hat. with Its poppies and plush, was tilted over the face, obscuring it completely! I stopped short and gazed at her, and I was seized with an intense desire to snatch off the hat, and unmask the face at whatever cost. But I could not nerve myself to do it.

My unknown appeared fast asleep. What if she should be wide awake, staring from under the bewitching little hat? There was something awfnl in this thought and though I am not a coward. I confess I quailed before the mere idea of two Btaring, faring eyes in ambush under the hat.

Aftfer contemplating such a desperate onslaught. It seemed quite tame and civil, quite delicate and flnobtrneivo. when 1 quietly unfurled my camp stool and sat down and Hketched her as she lay, washing her in grays and crimson.

Scarcely bad I finished when a sudden panic seized roe. What if she should awake and come out from under the hat like a hideons vision! I shuddered at the thought, and, bundling my paints Into tbe box, caught np my stool and hurried away, retracing my footsteps and hers, reflecting ruefully that, though I had seen her in the flesh. I knew no more than I did Before.

The problem as to her age and beauty, alas I was still unsolved. Twelve months later I bad painted two pictured, which I intended to send in to the academy. One of them I had designated "Day Dreams." It was, as you will have guessed, an exact reproduction of the fair one whose footsteps I had traced along the sands at Deal. The central figure was that of a fashionably dressed young lady reclining at full length upon the golden sand, her hat pulled down over her face to shade it from the sun. She was asleep, indulging in day dreams, while the pale green waves sighed softly upon the shingle, and the white sails of a yacht relieved the broad expanse of blue

My friends generally said that the pict ure was fantastical, but they ail prophe sled It would be a success, and some art critics, whose acquaintance I had made, thought well of it My friend and col lege chum. Jack Barrett, though an artist himself, was ecstatical over it. What sport he and I had In our studio about it! Wo always spoke of it as "Dreamy Con stance," and we made a hundred guesses at what sort of facial expression was nnder tho sailor hat.

The 1st of May had come ancl gone. My pictures had been accepted, and, what is more Important, "Day Dreams" was hung on the line.

Walking leisurely about among the throngs of people, his hands clasped be hind his back and trying to look like one of the crowd of commonplace young men who had not a picture accepted, was myself. For the greater part of the first week I could not help hanging about my pictures and listening to what tho public said about them.

One day. as I-was standing in the vestibule, just on the point of leaving, a carriage drove up and from it alighted a young lady, accompanied by a gentleman, perhaps ten years her senior.

As they were passing I caught the words "Day Dreams," sad turned to hear what they would say about it.

The face of the gentleman struck mo as having a resemblance to some one I had seen before, and the lady was very beautiful—just the sort of creature whose grace and beauty would drive men distracted.

In the crowd at the entrance I lost them but making my way to where my picture hung, 1 found them before It. The man was evidently no lover of art, for, he ho was staring about the room in an absent minded manner but the lady was forward Intently, with her eye fixed upon my canvas In a manner that caused me to fori delighted.

I was just noting certain points In her girlish figure—for, of course, her back was turned to me, and I oould not see her face—noting casually that she was tall, slender and graceful, with a certain piquant dash about her stylish dress, when a man whom I took to be a clerk stepped briskly up and whispered something Into the ear of her companion. "Oh, yes 111 be there Immediately,** ho responded: and. turning to the lady, add: "Constance, I must run sway on a matter of business. Donl move from this plaos until I return, so thst I shall know when toflnd jroo-Vii,

He was walking qnickly past me. when I touched him on tho shoulder. "Why, Mosgrav*. aid follow, oaalt bo yoof* 1 cried, for I remembered In a motoent where I had «m hla foes before We had studied togealttt? tat Paris, "daft I do anything lor or"— 1 flaoced toward tho stiB averted figure. "Good heavena. Bay. who'd have thought of meeting yoof* Mid be, hur» rtodly. "Thaaka, yea I'm called away o«

an Important matter Introduce yourself.

be back again in a

few

minutes. Want

to run to the telegraph office." The next instant he was lost In tho crowd.

By her motionless attitude and fixed glance I saw at once that the lady had not heard a word of our conversation, and was quite unconscious of her escort's departure. I stepped up to her side, but before I could speak she was saying, in a half whisper:

"I never heard of anything so strange In my life, the beach down at Deal, don't you see? I know it's the beach, though it's horribly badly painted and—oh, jggfl ft really cannot be, but' —she craned her neck and took a closer view—"yes, I am positive of it! I ought to know my own clothes, my own Indian bracelet, the crimson hat—don't you remember it? and the fawn dress. And that book—one of Braddon's—and a parasol I wish the hat were not so far down over the face, though. I should so like to know whether it is intended for me, or" "Pardon me, madame," I said.

She turned upon me swiftly and I expected to be snubbed, but I was not. "Pardon me, but Mr. Musgrave has been called away for a few moments on business, and has left yott in my charge. I am an old friend of his, a school fellow, In fact." /dL ft.*,

She smiled and replied: "Then!suppose I must stay here until he returns or I shall never find him in the crowd." Giving me a searching glance, she added: "Do yon mind waiting?" -t

Mind waiting! I would' not havelninded waiting an eternity with her, but I didn't tell her so.

I smiled,' said something civil, and asked her opinion npon the picture before us. "Well, to tell you the truth," said she, blushing. "I really thought I recognized myself in it."

"Indeed!" I glanced critically at the .picture, as if I had never seen it befofe. •"Not a bad painting, by the way "No, not very," she replied but I feel certain the beach i? intended for that between Dover and Deal. And as for the dress and hat, why, I feel quite sfefe they are mine." ...

"Did you never pose for' a picture, then?" I asked. "Pose for a picture in that outrageous fashion? I should think not." "Possibly you may have been asleep when some one trespassed," I suggested. "If that Is so, I consider it apiece of Impertinence," said she, very decidedly. "All these artist fellows have no conscience. They think the world was made for them alone," I replied.

She bent over and looked in the corner of the picture. "Ray," she said, "Harold Kay 1" while 1 started and grew pale and fiery in one moment and felt that "Bay" must be branded upon my forehead. "I don't like the sound of it. Ray—Ray. I can just imagine him—a little man in velvet coat and big, broad brimmed hat. Ugh!" 1 ask yon frankly, Could I tell her at this moment that I was the guilty person?

No I must put in a few words In favor of poor Harold Ray first. "Ah! Did you say Ray?" I asked. "Why, Harold Ray—yes. yes—why, he's a great friend of mine!" "Oh, I beg your pardon if I have said anything rude of your friend," said she, punctiliously, sot at all as if she were sorry, though. "But don't you think yourself that it was a little too—well, presuming of him?" "I pulled my mustache and looked critical. "Well, I grant you that it was hardly a fair thing, and all that, you know," I said, with candor "but yon must consider the circumstances, the Informality of the place—the temptation, so to speak. If you knew Ray I am sure you would never accuse him of impertinence, He is certainly not a bore, and—and he reveres the fair sex."

She was gazing dre&mily at tho picture, and when I paused she smiled, not at all disapprovingly, and murmured: "Oh, go on—pray go on! Tell me more about bim!" "Well, there isnt p.^ything more to tell," I said, feeling nr self fairly In a co ~*-,Xor I really could not sound my owit ^^-^ny longer. "ly *nd8ome?" she asked with a nonchk air, still gazing at my picture. "Eh—hardly!" 1 stammered. "Clever?" "No decidedly not. & has a little talent, but that is all" "Not handsome, and not clever,** she repeated, with a laugh. "Why, then, what is this interesting creature?" "Only an artist with an ideal," I began, lightly, half in earnest "a young fellow who is tracking footprints to the sea, and wondering where they are going to lead hlm a poor creature whose fate to marked by a crimson ssilor hat, which he can't pluck up the courage to lift. In short, were I to tell my friend that I had at last seen the original of his mysterious sketch he would be beside himself. Where I to hold out tbe promise that he might enjoy the same privilege, he would be la the proverbial ssventh heaven and did ho meet you he would be"

I felt a hearty slap upon my back, and heard Jack Barrett cry out: "Bay. old follow, let mo congratulate yon! Ton deserve your luck! 'Dreamy Constance' Is a grand success. The Ear) of Sheppey hat called at the studio this morning sad offered to buy It.** "Barrett,'* I said, as bo desperately pressed my hsad. "snother time, old fallow. This lady"

Jack saw for the first time that he was Mtfag over the shoulder of a lady, who turned and met his gaxe with eyes sparkling with anger. I suppoas poor Barrett had never had a woman look at him like before. He assured me afterward that ho should never cars about the ex* pertenoe being repeated.

I managed to bustle him oS. and then, for a moment, I wished myself snywhere rather than In the academy, standing like a culprit, with my eyes oast down.

Suddenly I heard a pretty little fantgh and, looking spy I saw that Constance was bofattngher catalogue np to her foce,wkOs her eyes laughed over the top. Ihsdbunt Into a load Isugh also, bat Jut as I was enjoying the fun I waa confronted brMns-

grave, whose very existence I own I had forgotten. "Oh. there is your—ah!" I began.

I could not bring myself to say "husband," qp finished the. sentence with a silent epithet.

Brother," she said, turning a pair of laughing eyes full upon me. Addressing her brother, she said: "Do you know, Charley, I un afraid I have mortally offended Mr. Bay,who is a friend of yours, I understand? I had no idea it was he who had painted 'Day Dreams,' and have been criticising it before his very face.". '•*. 1

Oh, do not mention it, Miss Musgrave! I must apologize for my impudence in sketching you whilst you were dreaming, and I trust you will forgive me," said

Of course I will only I hope you will forget all the harsh things I said about the man in a velvet coat and a big, flopping hat," she replied, laughing.

We will make a mutual apology, in the hope that our acquaintance, which was begun so strangely, will ripen into friendship," I said.

The facts of the case were explained to Musgrave, who, when we had finished, said: "Never mind, Conny Ray and Barrett shall dine with urf to-night. I know them both as the best of fellows, and am delighted to renew their acquaintance."

Before the bright days of spring came round again Constance and I were married, Jack Barrett acting in the capacity of best man.

When the academy opened again I found I had another picture on the line. It was a portrait of my fair unknown.— Demorest's Monthly.

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It is wonderful how much money is spent in Washington on candy, and the expenses of society girls in this regard run up to hundreds of dollars a season. The beaux make many presents of expensive boxes of candy, and it takes from $10 and upwards to make a nice present of candy here. One of the stores has candies that cost $8 a pound, and one of the favorite sweetmeats of the capital is made of chestnuts roasted and incased in candy. Mrs. Stanford buys great quantities of candy. Mrs. Whitney always has' candy scattered about the parlors at her recep tions, and she is very fond of those little daintily colored bits of sugar which look like colored taffy stretched out into strings the size of slate pencils and cu.t into bits an inch long. Many a congress man has a sweet tooth. Attorney Gene ral Garland likes chocolate caramels, and there are some members of the house who always have a package of peppermint drops in their pocket. I know of a numbei of the society girls who "kept Lent" by denying themselves candy on week days, but as a rule /they gorged themselves on Sunday to make up for it. Some of tht best dinners here have candies on the table as dessert, and there is nothing thai finishes up a good meal better than a bit of candy. Hayes always had candy on the table when he was president. Washing ton used to buy candy for Nelly Custis and Arthur had a sweet tooth. Mrs Cleveland is not averse to a dainty bon bon, but the wife of Senator Davis, wh has the prettiest complexion in Washing ton, tells me that, she does not like sweei things at all, and she attributes her good health and clear face to the fact that shewas brought np on oatmeal and cream, and that her Scotch parents saw that she was not gorged with sweet things.—Car penter's Letter.

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of looking we.. —. fhe ignorant and carelewi In aac the pipes, and diseam in tbe n:

matters death lurks ha well or clalern. Yet

ine pipe*. UULKIU uuiwimu many people are to-day tuitng water from wells In dang«* OUA proximity to aonrcea of pollution, from cisterns that la a abort time accumulate from the washings of tne roof aa unsightly sediment, composed of doat from the pabue highway,droppings of biraa, decayed leaves, and exuvt*»ot dead insects, and continue to use such water they have not learned that tbe danger to life and beaJta thereby incurred, may be obviated by a simple and ln«penaive change in the pumping machinery employed. To destroy tbe germs of symotie disease, it Is only necessary to aeeure the thorough oxygenationiand ventilation of tbe water. C^y«w»tk»n is »r^^. This is aeromplhihed by tbe Bucket Pump and Water Purtflw. illuatrated herewith, which combines the eaaleat and cheapeat nfethod of draw^^TSrterna, with a purification of the wmtef so perfect and so thoroughly in accordance wilk iftfntm* principles, to render the foulest well or clstera SSSnSly trons aweet and healthful within ten days after IU introduction. And in every Instance where It fails to de this, the price paid will he refunded.

Ever# Pump Warranted for 5 years.

n»n at oar place of business. No. 15 south Second street, west of Sew

Ooart Hoase, and aee glass model, showing tM

mettan ai the air en the water.

MCFERRIN BROS.

No. 15 South Second Street, Terre Haute, Ind.

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