Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 20, Number 41, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 April 1890 — Page 3

WORDS ON THE SAND.

nfc the twilight hour, thn mbhtr strand.

Twraa

I wandcred on the pebbly strand, With one who o'er my heart had power— He wrote a promise on tbo saod. i& 'He wrote it first, and then be said it, "Deer one, from thee I'll never stray

Bat as with fluttering heart I read it, A billow washed the words away. A sadden tremor shook my frame,

Spite of the boundless faith I cherished. It wan prophetic— for there cams A day when his devotion perishedAnd now I wander aimlessly.

Alone upon the strand. And wonder why man's vows should bo Like sweet words written on the sand. —New York Weekly.

MY FIRST COMMISSION.

"A wonderfully handsome woman still she must have been very Iwjautiful once. I suppose the queer old fellow at her side her husband. Looks for all the world like Paul Pry."

That was what my nephew said to me as her carriage turned into the park at the Apsley house corner. "Beautiful!" 1 replied "beautiful doesn't express it she was an angel. She is an angel, a saint, and martyr, too.. Gad, how I loved that woman!" "Oh, of course, uncle," replied my graceless nephew. "Professionally, I suppose?"

You see there isn't so very raucA difference in our ages, though I aa hli uncle, and we are more like brotlfers than uncle and nephew. "You know you are a very bad lot, uncle," the boy went on. "You go on loving 'em, till you put the last finishing touch, and then you start another canvas and begin to love somebody else. I believe that's the secret of your success as a portrait painter."

My nephew is always saying rude things to me. "Jack," I said severely, "my success is duo entirely to perseverance and the f&ci that I never flatter." And then that impudent nephew of mine blew out his cheeks, got very red in the face and nearly choked himself with laughter.

And then we sat down upon two. of the green chairs. "Tell us about her, boss," said Jack.

I have three pupils, including my nephew they all smoke short pipes in my presence, and they all three call me '•boss."

That's the Countess of Wallsend, I began. Fifteen years ago her husband, the earl', Paul Pry, as you call him—and you are not the first, Mr. Jack, to call him Paul Pry—became a widower, and every right minded young woman in society duly set her cap at him. At that time I lived off the Tottenham Court road, and I was madly in lovo with Lottie Vivian. I was tho third floor lodger. I just earned a living then, uml no'more. It was before 1 I in I I :in 1 Jo (latter, Mr. Jack. Ilcr rtC-tiu! me at first. I bo" photo of Lottie V' lisi-atre— and I I 'lie pit door.

Om "f the cats with the Just who driv door into Lottie rain in open ... a few moments t..«the first floor, and UK-.« •. ... ,un me at onoe.

I am not a curious man. knew that an aotresa .lived on the first floor, and that a teacher of languages lived on the second, but I, tho third floor lodger, had never troublod my head about them in the least. I had never even asked their names. I went up to my rooms and flung myself into my easy chair, and I thought of the strange fatality that tho woman I admired above all living women should be actually dwelling with mo under tho same roof, and that we were separated only by a single floor. But though I waa in lovo I had a certain amount of common sense left, and I remembered that there was a great gulf between Lottie Vivian, tho popular actress, and the painter of pot-boilers on tho third floor.

Wo are still cannibals, Qroper and 1, and fast friends. It was from Groper, by dint of pretending that I had never heard all his old stories before, that I ascertained the true history of Lottie Vivian, of the Portico Theatre, "She was a pupil of old Jack Slider's— most of ttoo successful ones have been pupils of Slider's," said Groper, "at some time or other. It's a strange thing," he went on: "she came out at the fort* ico, and she has had a constant engagement thoiv ever since for the last eight years. Every farthing she earns goes to her family—to her old father, who was a big man on the Stock Exchange once, mind you,1" said Groper, "and to a whole family of little brothers and sisters, who are entirely dependent upon her. She is an ambitious girl, too," he added, "and they say she's going to marry Lord Wallsend.'* "What! the mad milllonairer said I. "That's the man," mid Groper.

And then Groper began to abuse the dinner, and I heard no more about Lottie Vivian from him.

I went on paying my half crowns at the Port 'co. and I got deeper and deeper in love with my fellow lodger, and my love interfered a good deal with my work. Then it was that I got my first commission to paint a portrait. That portrait made my fortune, and the painting of it nearly broke my heart.

It came about in this way I got a note on© day from Miss Viyian—I have it 6till—requesting me to call upon her on a little matter of business. I took a good deal of pains with my toilet, and then I went down stairs and knocked at the door of my fellow lodger.

There was nothing fast about Mtw Vivian. She was very quietly dressed, and she came to business at once. "Mr. Stippler," she said, "you'll «xoo«l my asking you to oome here in this to-

formal way, but the fact is that I want to have my portrait painted. I can't afford to pay much for it Mr. Melchi*edeo recommended me to you. Canyon oblige me in this matter, Mr. Stippler, and," here she blushed violently, "will very expensive?" "Madam," I replied with enth' "you do me too much honor in sel me. If you ^permit me to paint portrait, it'll cost you just nothing at all." "AliF she answered, with a silvery laugh—don't grin, sir, it was silvery it wasn't a bit stagey an innocent, silvery, girlish, delicious little laugh—"that's not business, Mr. Stippler. Besides," she added, gently snubbing me, "it was Mr. Melchizedec's selection, and not mine. Let's leave compliments, and come to business. You don't know how sick of compliments I am, Mr. Stippler." *"~r ?I blushed. I felt like a fool and I know I looked like one. "Mr. Melchizedec said something about twenty guineas," said Miss Vivian. "I shall only be too delighted,^ I burst in. "Then we may consider it as settled, Mr. Stippler," said my fellow Jodger. "When shall I sit to you?'

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I made an appointment and the thing was done. Of course I expected that she would want to be painted in character. Nothing of the kind. "You see, Mr. Stippler," she said, "I must take you into my confidence. I intend this portrait as a present—as a sort of surprise. I wish to give it to a gentleman whom I am about to marry." And then she blushed and gave a little sigh, and I would have groaned aloud had I dared.

So she sat to me in a little simple peignoir of French muslin—tea gowns weren't invented then—and when I had posed her she said to me: "Lord Wallsend—that is the name of the gentleman to whom I am engaged, and I tell you in confidence, Mr. Stippler —has seen me in 'Cordelia.' He thinks a great deal of my hair. You won't think me vain, Mr. Stippler, if I ask you if I may let it down?"

Of course I said that it was a capital idea. She pulled out half a dozen hairpins, and a great glory of molten gold fell in luxuriant waves upon her shoulders.

She gave me twenty, sittings for that portrait. I was madly, passionatefy, desperately in love with her, but I never breathed a word of it. We became great friends, we talked unreservedly to each other just as if we had known each other all our lives—almost as if we had been brother and sister. I suppose it was camaraderie.

Once, and once only, I made an ass of myself. "I must be finished by the twentieth," she had said "the twenty-first is his birthday." "I wish it could never be finished," I replied passionately "I wish I could stand here painting you all my life."

The pretty smile faded from her face, and she pulled me up at once. "You mustn't say anything to me, Mr. '"*Ier, if you please, that you "if Lord Wallsend himself my side."

I felt that I was a brute, id with Miss Vivian it was isit to her. The portrait —it was .my masterpiece, stood upon an easel in its ame in the middle of the

had been cleared thank .* that! .. lo me, Mr. Stippler," she said in a voice that went straight to my heart "I'm terribly low spirited. Play something cheerful."

I sat down to the little cottage Erard, and I did as I was bid. I played nigger melodies I played dance musio and then, somehow or other, I drifted to "Home, Sweet Home," and then I felt so utterly miserable that 1 broke down. I turned on the stool towards Lottie, and I saw that her eyes were full of tears. "Don't, George, don't," she said "don't go on. I can't bear it."

She called me by my Christian name for the first and the last time. And then there came a tap at the door, and a hoarse, croaking voice grated out: "May I come in?" "Good heavens! it's his lordship," cried Lottie Vivian, "and I am ruined!"

But I saved her, though if I hadn't been prompt she would never have married him, and she might—yes, by Jovel —perhaps have become my wife after all. Stranger things have happened. But I reassurtxi her by a glance, and she took her cue at once.

She was an actress, remember. I flung off my coat, I whipped out the front board of the piano, I buried my face among the hammers, and began striking single notes upon the keys. "Come in," said Miss Vivian, and his lordship entered. "I hope I dsn't intrude," he said.

And then I, too, thought of Paul Pry. "You are always a welcome guest, Wallsend," said Miss Vivian.

And then they began to chat in whispers. "Fau^h! how the fellow smofls of tobacco!" croaked Paul Pry—I mean his lordship. "Man," he said, addressing me, "you can go."

I put on my coat. "Where's your hatv man?" said his lordship, suspiciously. "In the "all. sir," I replied, carefully dropping the "h." *Tve put it at concert pitch, miss," I said "it'll be five shillings, please," and I held out my hand. There was a grateful twinkle in her eyes as she gave me two half crowns. I have them still, those two half crowns.

I went up to my rooms and shaved off my beard and mustache. I have never

scad—from that day ways notices me, and! of my stanches*

spoken to Lottie—I mean Lady Wall- I get mine, and it may serve him in to this, but she alher hu&band is one

THE BED BEGGAR.

Once upon a time there was a pretty little oottage by the side of the road to the town. It was humble, but all about everything, was always neat and trig, it was evident that it was not the ^dwelling of either sloth or want. A honeysuckle climbed tip over the door, and gay flowers bloomed in beds before it while on the south was the stand for the bees, where in straw thatched hives they stored honey all day long in sunny weather.

In the cottage lived an old man named Paul and his wife Bar barer. They were very fond of each other, and had it not been that they had no children they would have been as happy as the day was long. As it was, they tried not to miss too much the prattle of little ones which the storks would not bring to them, but went on their way in life, thrifty and kind to the poor, and doing good when it offered.

In the morning Paul would go afield to his work, while Dame Barbarer would remain at home to do whatever liousehold tasks needed attention find afterward to Bpin smooth threads of flax with her distaff, to be sold in the market of the town or to be woven into dfeth from which she made clothing for herself and heir husband, or, what quite as often happened, for some poor and unfortunate neighbor.

Dame Barbarer was always kind to the beggars who came her way. They seemed to her so unfortunate in not having a home that she could not help giving them at least food and now and then an article of clothing, and she was almost always patient even when their requests, as sometimes happened, took almost the form of commands. "The poor creatures know no better," she would say. "They have nothing not even sense enough to know how to be grateful but that does not matter. I do not help them because they beg prettily, but because they need."

But once upon a time there came a beggar who tried the patience of Dame Barbarer quite beyond even her endurance. It was one afternoon when it was almost time for her husband to return from the field, and Barbarer was hastening to get his evening meal ready for him. She had been to the town to sell some thread, and had been detained, so that she had not timo on her return to bake a wheaten cake for his supper, as she had intended. She had only a very little bread in the house, and, when a beggar came along and rather impudently demanded a bit of bread and cheese she was loth to give it to him.

The beggar was by no means a prepossessing looking individual. His dress was all of red, though it was so faded and weather beaten, so tattered and torn that it was hard to tail what it looked like in its best days The remains of a red cock's feather was stuck jauntily in his cap and jagged ends of faded red ribbon fastened his doublet. Ijong black hair dangled in tangled locks over his forehead, and, with his shaggy black eyebrows, half hid his piei-cing eyes. His nose was sharp and thin, and there was to his nostrils a strange curve which made his face one not at all prepossessing. Add to all this that he was lame of one foot and that lie had something of a hump between his shoulders, and he was not at all the wrt of man one would wish to meet on a lonely road. 7^-2fJ,.

Dame Barbarer heaved a sign as she looked at him, and hesitated, while the strange red figure leered at her in a manner that senta cold chill down her spine. She did not wish to share the little bread there was for Paul's supper with this fantastic looking creature, bnt she was too charitable to turn him away without a morsel. So she made the beggar sit down upon the doorstep, and then she brought him a small piece of bread and a big piece of cheese, hoping that the size of the one would make up for the smallnes8 of the other.

Tho red beggar fell to eating with the appetite of a hoard of locusts and as if he had eaten nothing for a month, and it was hardly the twinkling of an eye before he had finished the bit of bread completely. "Please, mistress," he said beseechingly, "please, mistress, could you not give me just a little wee bit of bread to eat with tho rest of my cheese?"

The dame, although this was exactly what she did not wish to do, cut him a slice of bread and gave it to him with the best grace she could manage.

The ragged rascal fell to eating even faster than before, and almost before she had laid down the bread knife he had made an end to his cheese. "Please, kind mistress," he said more humbly than before, "please, kind mistress, couldn't you give me a morsel of cheese to go. with, my bread?"

This also was Dame Barbarer fain to do and hungrily as the fire devouring a field of ripe grain did the varlet make way with his bread. "Please, good, kind mistress," he said, "please, good, kind mistress, could you not give me a very little, wee morsel of bread to eat with my cheese?"

And to cut short a story which tllStigh it would be long in the telling was not long in the doing, the red beggar would contrive first to make an end to his bread and then to make an end to his cheese, begging with ever increasing insistance for more of one and then of the other, until he had managed to beg from Dame Barbarer every morsel of bread there was in the house, and the hour of the good man's return already striking. And when all was gone th$ impudent and ungrateful red varlet threw back his hair from his deep set and piercing eyes and laughed in her face. "Many thanks, sweet mistress," he said saucily. "If the good man mold for lack of his sapper, teach him the way

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Lady Wallsend's carriage passed. She bowed politely to me and off went my hat. "She's a stunner,Msaid my

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stead if hs will but take to the way and seek out some soul as charitable as his wife,"

Then it waa that for almost the only time in her Ufa Dame Barbarer lost her temper. "Get yon goner she cried angrily. "Is it not enough that yon have eaten all the good man's sapper when he toiled all

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day and you have been asleep, it is likely, in the sun beside some haystack, but in return you must stay,-and flout me for my silly good nature. A pretty return, good sooth, for the food I have given you! Get you gone' while I can still keep my honest hands off your lazy carcass."

The vagabond scrambled up from his seat upon the doorstep, and stood looking into her angry face with an unpleasant laugh. "May I not come in and warm myself by the fire first?" he asked saucily. "Come in and warm yourself 1" echoed the dame angrily. ''Let your supper warm you, beggar!"

And with that she pushed him off of the step into the sandy walk. "May you be colder the more you put on," said the red beggar-as Dame Barbarer closed her cottage door upon him with a push not very gentle. \T$f

The dame did not heed him or Tib words, but set to work with all speed to get something ready for her husband's supper. 8ft ifi' "Shivery shakory! said Damo Barbarer to Goodman Paul when he came, "I am very cold." "Put more clothes on," he answered.

So he gave her his coat, and she put that on and her thickest cloak, and her hood and a pair of mittens, and two pairs of stockings. "Shivery shakery! Shakery shivery!" cried the old woman "I am colder than ever." "Put more clothes on," said Paul

So she put on a veil and her husband's boots and his Sunday cravat and a pair of earrings and a walking stick. "Shivery shakery! Shakery shivery! I shiver and shake!" she cried,l "I am colder than before." "Put more clothes* on," said her husband.

So she put on a blanket and a bosom pin, and a necklace that she had not worn since she was a young girl, and a collar and her husband's watch chain. "Shivery shakery 1 Shakery shivery! I shiver and shake! I shake and shiver!" she cried. "I am colder than ever." "Put more clothes on," once more said her husband Here, take my thick waistcoat."

She took the waistcoat, but in order to get it on itwasnecessary totake off some of the many things she was already wearing and, as fast as she took off the things in which she was wrapped, she began fit once to get warmer, and she remembered the words of the red beggar, and how he had wished that she might grow colder the more she put on and Dame Barbarer knew that a spell had been-laid upon her because she had spoken harshly to the vagabond when he wished to come in and warm himself by her fire. She therefore made herself warm by taking off her wrappings until she had as little on as it was at all respectable to wear, and thereafter she went in cold weather so thinly clad that her neighbors declared that she had lost her wits.

It was well nigh a year that this state of things continued, and one day just as typ jjun was near setting, and the dame was every moment expecting her husband home from the field where he had been at work all day, when a strange old woman came puttering along the rood. The poor old creature was bent well nigh double, and one could see that her back was not straight, a hump standing out where her shoulders were stooped over. The old woman, indeed, was so bent over that it was not possible to see her face, and it was onlg by her dress that one could have known her again.

But it was this dress which made Dame Barbarer stare for it was all of faded red, tattered and stained and weather beaten, and patched here and there, but despite the fact that it was the dress of a woman and not of a man, there was something about it that brought the red beggar of the year before up so vividly to the dame that she began, all of a tremble, to put a supper on a plate for the newcomer without even waiting to be asked. The old red woman sat down on the doorstep, panting and chuckling. "You are dressed strangely, Dame," she said, "for the time of year." "The time of year has nothing to do with what I wear," answered poor Dame Barbarer "the colder it gets the less I wear, and in summer I have to put on the thickest things I have to keep cool."

The old red woman chuckled. "Perhaps my brother has been here," she observed, eating away with a hearty appetite. "Is he your brother?" asked Barbarer piteously "oh, if you would only ask him to undo the charm and make me like other people, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." "Humph 1 Perhaps you weren't polite to him. He is very particular about that." If "I ana sure,"" the' Datine1 answered, "1 tried to be kind to him until he was saucy to me."

The red woman chuckled more than ever. "Well," she said, finishing her supper, and rising with more agility than one would have expected of her "you aft on the whole a good sort, and I dare say on the whole you have been punished enough." "Oh, indeed I have,'? poor Barbarer answered, with tears in her eyes. "More than enough." "Well, then," the old woman said, "it shall not be said that I have not made amends for what my brother did more than yon deserved, and yon shall have your heart's desire."

She looked into Barbarer's face, and the dame would have sworn for her life that it was the red beggar who cursed her Into whose face eb»waa gazing. Then she bent over again with one of her sinister chuckles, and went hobbling down the road.

And before the summer came around again the storks had brought a little son to thecotti^—4Juincy Townaend in Boston Courier.

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