. Harper's weekly. d of the friends of the house assembled with an alacrity only permissible on can- bridgi- ithont a par, ng oven. > post to abide the onset. The moment grasped bythe painter is that in whh h the young lady hesitatesfor an instant whether to continue her flight, oravert the bloody straggle by returning to her offi-cious kin. No wonder our young enthusiast wasentliralled by such a subject! The picture was,moreover, to he completed in nine days, and, asyet, he had not touched the heroines face, which,to do any thing like justice to, must ho of surpass-ing loveliness. There wa
. Harper's weekly. d of the friends of the house assembled with an alacrity only permissible on can- bridgi- ithont a par, ng oven. > post to abide the onset. The moment grasped bythe painter is that in whh h the young lady hesitatesfor an instant whether to continue her flight, oravert the bloody straggle by returning to her offi-cious kin. No wonder our young enthusiast wasentliralled by such a subject! The picture was,moreover, to he completed in nine days, and, asyet, he had not touched the heroines face, which,to do any thing like justice to, must ho of surpass-ing loveliness. There was, no doubt, a difficulty t beauty. I with a calm disdain, asdust some pet china, de- lbovc particulars, but the Sirs. Goodall, affecting t that. It was no matter. Mrs. Goodall vindicated her memory. Remem-bered distinctly, cause of the poor young man. How, because of — It did not signify. Missllumpnge required her smallest scissors. Him that was all but a-dying a few (lays ago, toof tossing on the salts. frequent a-neiation with .-. ilainly beginning to till on Pollys. The picture proceeded, nay, rather went dashing,plunging on toward completion. With the recep-tion of the hour allotted to dinner, the artist passedhis whole time, till dusk, at the easel, turning withthe regularity of the clock itself, nt the stroke ofvw\ casting up his fine eyes at that always-obsti-nate blind, but never suffered them to stray , Polly thought of placing herself experiment-ally at the window, irrespective of any hour, butthis idea was smothered as soon as born. It wastoo like asking an alms, and though her heart wasfull of tears and bursting for charity, better diethan demand it. The situation was becoming intolerable. Therewas something worrying in this speechless misun-derstanding, to which the ordinary opportunities ofreconciliation were denied. What a very irritableyoung man Mr. Arthur Haggerdorn must he! Allthis anger and—and—obstinacy, for a little caprice !And even if it
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