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Show THE WORLD VOL. IV. WAITED: AMERICAN FORK, UTAH, SATURDAY, JUNE 5, A MODEL r Anna Sheilds.) T seems m very strange, dear. Not exactly proper! Mlaa Seymour expected to see precisely the expression upon the face of her niece as did follow this opinion. Lena Seymour's great brown eyes flashed, her pretty lips curled with scorn and a rich color mantled In her cheek. Proper! Society does not rule down here, Aunt Margaret! Besides It is a mere matter of business! A twinkle danced in Miss Margaret's eyes, but vanished, presently. Oh, she said, you mean to make a profession of your art. "Oh, dear! sighed Lena, "how many times I have told Margaret, that art will not accept divided homage. 1 hope some day to call myself an artist! Now, and the large brown eyis grew luminous, the lips smiled as if some vision of beauty woke a glad response In Lena's heart, and her little white hands moved unconsciously to clasp each other; now 1 can only hope and dream, work and pray! Then she came suddenly out of this little ectaay and said: I sent an advertisement to the Grantville Gazette' yesterday, and it is published She took a folded newspaper from her pocket, opened it and read: WANTED A fisherman to stand as model for an artist. Terms liberal. Apply at No. 3 Seavlew Terrace, Ocean Place, Wilton.' By the way. Aunt Margaret, the utter absurdity of that address nwer struck me so forcibly as It does at this moment Ocean Place a strip of sea beach half a mile In extent! Seavlew Terrace, four empty and one occupied cottage. I suppose all the population of Wilton will apply for the position." But nearly a week passed, every day bringing a repetition of the advertisement, and not an answer reached Seavlew Terrace. Lena worked busily at "with a group' her picture, a of children In the foreground, a woman watching the waves upon a rock to the right, and a great blank space for (B you,-Aun- t to-da- y. sea-scap- e, He had come from a winter cruise on coast ot Florida, through the Gulf of Mexico, winding about the West Indies, till, weary of sea as well as land, he was sailing for New York when he put in at Wilton for a supply of fresh provisions. Ilulloo! be muttered, I do believe this is the beautiful artist I saw through my glass this morning, painting on the beach. 'Wanted: A fisherman to stand as model for an artist Terms liberal. Apply at No. 3 Seavlew Terrace, Ocean Place, Wilton. She was very beautiful. I was sorry when the sun became too glaring on the water and drove her indoors. A fisherman! He mused a moment, then called: Bob! A rugged sailor answered at once. Bob, I am going to stay at Grant-vlll- e for a few weeks. You will take the yacht home! Bob was too much accustomed to his masters sudden freaks to make any comment, and Mr. Gilroy, hastily selected a few articles in his cabin, packed a valise and went ashore. June had come. Lena had spent the merry month of May in a dream of perfect happiness. She meant no deception when she told her Aunt Margaret It was the rapture of artistic success that painted her cheeks, and made her eyes brilliant, her voice thrill with musical cadences. Every day, when the weather permitted, she was upon the beach, working with rapid fingers and swelling heart over her canvaa Every day, at the hour agreed upon, James Smith, fisherman, presented himself as her model upon the liberal terms offered In the Grantvllle Gazette. Had Lena been brought up in society I know it would have been Impossible for her to acnpt James Smith at his own word, as a Wilton fisherman. But the young artist was a child yet In many waya She had been educated with the seclusion of a nun. In spite of her foreign experience, and her devotion to her art had kept her still secluded from choice after she returned to her home. It was, therefore, no amazement, but simply a delight, to her, when the handsome fisherman, who looked one of Natures noblemen in his rough, picturesque dress, conversed with her intelligently, and paid her the courteous respect of a gentleman. Little by little, as they drew more closely together In their dally intercourse, James Smith let the brilliant Intellect, the traveled knowledge he possessed creep out into sight He gave her to understand, without actually lying, that he had been a sailor, and so accounted for his familiarity with the scenes she had visited and carried graven on her heart and brain. He looked over many of her sketch-bookwondering at the power in the slender hands, the genius pf the youthful brain, the fidelity of touch and eye, and, as the restraint of strangeness wore away his true manhood asserted Itself, and his heart rose his master. How could he but love her! With all her wondrous gift, she was the purest, simplest maiden he had ever met Ladles he had known by scores, finished in every graceful accomplishment, but never one more exquisite in refinement than Lena. Feasant girls he had seen with beauty unadorned, yet not one more unaffected than this artist maid In her dress of cheap print, her hair simply bound in heavy braids of golden lustre. There was the unaffected grace of mind, of girlhood, with the one who made books, music and art dally companions. His conscience rebelled often at the deceit he was practicing, but he hugged the thought of the luxury he could offer his love, (he toil he could spare fii s, WORKINQ WITH RAPID FINGERS, the fisherman, who was to come to greet her. The subject was not very new or very original, but Lena was treating it with wonderful power for a young artist She had worked faithfully under good masters In London, Paris and Rome for six years, and wss an artist born. Her father had been proud of her genius, giving it full scope, while she was yet a mere child, and when he died he charged his sister to let Lena have her will, if she wished to continue her studies. So the girl, then only seventeen, when her routine of studies with her masters was over, took her easel and brushes for rest for her fathsalve to the bitter heart-pai- n ers absence caused, and, with her aunt for a companion, went abroad to study. She had been at home only two months when she took board at Seavlew Terrace, and began her sea picture her first large one on canvaa It was too early in the season for seaside visitors, still April weather, and Wilton was hut a small place, so she worked outdoors, her easel facing the wide blue sea she copied with sometimes fainting, often well-stor- ed her. June was yet young when the picture was completed, and in the early morning James Smith, Aunt Margaret and Lena stood upon the beach looking upon its beauty. It was to be packed and sent to New York In the afternoon, and Lena, her heart full, said softly: How can I live if It is a failure? Believing she spoke of actual poverty, should her art fail to win money, James Smith, with a sudden, overwhelming love controlling him, spoke out. It would make my story too long to tell the words that made Lena's heart tremble and her eyes grow misty, exultant, heart. while Aunt Margaret's wrath was kindMortimer Gilroy called himself weary ling at the fishermans presumption. But when Lenas band was fast prishe had exot the world. At thirty-tw- o hausted all the pleasures a liberal for- oned in his own, when her eyes, were drooping and her cheeks tune, strong health, a cultivated mind and plentiful leisure afforded. When I blushing under his gaze, James Smith say exhausted I merely Quote Morti- said: But, though I have once deceived mer Gilroy. He bad dons Europe, me now, for Egypt and his native country; had been you, Lena, you may trust time. all numerous petted by society, escaped Deceived me? she cried, shrinking cunningly spread matrimonial webs, a little. flirtations his counted by and, while he I am not James Smith, but Mortimer dozens, he was heart whole, as he lay not an honest, own his Gilroy; upon the deck of the Firefly, fisherman, only an Idle, useless gentle Gasstta Crautvtlle the yacht, reading love-lighte- bard-workl- ng d, man. You will not need to werk whet you are my wife, Lena, but can pain for pleasure only. Then Lenas eyes flashed merrily, ant she would have spoken, even if Ann Margaret had not said, dryly: Ferhaps it would be a good time t tell Mr. Mortimer Gilroy who you are. Do not look so bewildered, Lent I am not masquerading. I an said. simply what you know me Madeleln Seymour, artist. But Aunt Margare wishes me to tell you that I paint now have painted for years, solely for pleas' ure! I love my art! I have loved better than any earthly pleasure slnci first my hand could grasp a pencil. Bu; I am not working for money, becauw I have more than enough. I am rich too, though I do not paint In satli dresses or wear Jewels at the seaside Still. I did not mean any deception! And you would have bestowed youi wealth upon a poor fisherman? askec Mortimer Gilroy, with glad heart anc loving eyes. She smiled, answering: I think I found the pearl in lb rough case. I did not know your soda position, hut I did know you were i gentleman in heart and education. could not have loved you had youi speech or manner been as rough at your dress. So Aunt Margaret was satisfied, anf society welcomed Mortimer Gilroy's ar tist wife, guessing nothing of the littli romance that was founded upon advertising for a model. New York Ledger 1 NO. 27, 1807. BY A FRECKLE CUBE. TWO COUNTRY BY GIRLS SAVED UNUSUAL MEANS. ZZkI I a Pair af llaaMkrsakars Caaskt at Tkalr KvU Work by Twa fahoat Uka L'raatarw A Marrow Ka- V cap. Y Bister Kate and I were nearly of an age, but we were not alike In auy way except that we were both tall and both had freckles! These troubled us, many were the experiments we triel to remove from our faces the objectionable effects of the open air life we led, says a writer In the London News. Father was a farmer, and we lived nine miles from the county town. Mother was a systematic and careful housekeeper and so engrosed in her kitchen and dairy duties that she seldom made calls on her neighbors and never went to town unless she was obliged to. She was, therefore, a little annoyed when father said after breakfast one morning that she must accompany him to W that day. Nevertheless, she got ready, after a little demur, and took her seat In the dog cart an hour later with an air of resignation that made us all smile. We had the beds to EVIL ACTS OF DRUGGISTS. make, the breakfast dishes to wash and whole house to put in order; so we the Th Custom of Substitution limn were as busy as bees until 13 o'clock Htirrnt t'eniurc and had no time to think of Mng loneWhen a person goes to a drug stort But we found the afternoon go for a standard remedy and the druggis' ly. and 1 was beginning to feel that slowly tries to palm off some other prepara it would be pleasant to nee mother's tlon of a pretended similar nature, urg- face when a newspaper that I sgsln ing the customer to buy the latter con had placed behind the cluck on the coctlon on the plea that It Is Just u kitchen mantel caught my eye. This than th turned my thoughts good or really better into a different standard remedy called for. It Is propei channel. to avoid that drug store ever afterward "Kate." T said, "suppose we make says the Boston Globe. The profit tc some of that complexion compound we the druggist on the standard prepara read about the other day? We shall tion is not large. The few remediei never get a better upimrluuity. Mother that the whole world recognizes ai may not be away again for weeks meritorious are prepared by abli Here it Is: Ladles wbo are troubled with frecphysicians and chemists, with ever) facility of modern science at their com- kles will be glad to learn that a few mand, from the formulas of the moa applications of a mixture of glycerine, learned physicians that this genera cascarilla powder, Ur, lemon Juice and tion has produced. A tremendoci olive oil will effectually remove them amount of capital la Invested In thf and leave the skin soft, smooth and laboratories where these remedies an tinted like an infant's. Im willing to try, said Kate. "But made. They have gained their reputa tions by the great good they have done we haven't the Ingredients. Yes, we have, I answered, for, unin curing disease and relieving pain It costs a great deal to keep up theli known to her, I had one day during necessary excellence. The unscrupuloui tbs previous week, when father had and generally Ignorant druggists re- taken me to town, obUined them from ferred to see a chance to make a bit the druggist and the grocer. We were soon at the kitchen stove profit by mixing together a numbei of cheap Ingredients, giving the mix- diligently mixing and stirring the demess ture a name and Uklng advantage ol coction and It was a we when at took It last from stove. the whe the gullibility of some people, seem to like to experiment with theli We had, however, faith In its efficacy, Era and with great satisfaction we poured health. The Pharmaceutical It Into a large bottle, which we hid Do says: druggists realise the re behind the wardrobe in our room to proach they have brought upon them- await use at bedtime. While we were selves and the evil to their profession getting supper we were startled by a by the practice of substitution? Then terrific appeal of thunder, the forerunis no use mincing matters and care- ner o? one of the most violent storms fully choosing words. There are drug- that ever raged In our district . Fur gists, and not a few, who are guilty ol two hours the rain poured In sheets, substitution, and It Is time for an out- flooding the yard from the house to spoken denunciation of this dishonor- the sUble and turning the little brook able practice. If there Is any buslnesi by the barn into a roaring river. The or profession which more than another clock struck 9. Don't you think we should be characterised by absolute bad better go to bed?" said Kate, foldhonesty and integrity it is pharmacy. ing up her apron. 1 do not think there The Issue of life and death frequently Is any use in our sitting up. With rests with the druggist, and any tam- much laughter we got our big bottle of pering with the physician's prescrip complexion varnish, as Kate called tion becomes a crime. The druggist It Taking a piece of rag we gave to frequently argues that his substitute 1 our facet a thick coating which rethe same as or better than the artlels sembled nothing else I had ever seen prescribed; but even though this were before, or have seen since. true the article is not what was orI'm too tired to alt up. said Kate. dered or expected. The reason foi Why cant ws make cloth masks? substitution by the druggist is elthei Wheres that old pique cloth you were for his own convenience or his finan- cutting up yesterday?" The masks were soon made. They cial benefit both unworthy motives. There has been a great deal said upon were simply long pieces of white cloth the subject, but the real Issue has been reaching from the tops of our foredisguised by a lot of words and spe- heads to the rollers of our night cious and fallacious arguments, until dresses, with small holes for the eyes the question ot right and wrong seemi and nostrils. We attached strings to to have been fost sight of. Druggist them and tied them on. We soon fell owe It to themselves to frown upon thic asleep. It must have been near midpractice, to discountenance it In every night when I was awakened by a noise way possible, and to defend their pro- In the dining room, whlrh was directly fession by proof of their falsity against below the one we occupied. It soundthe charges of dishonesty which, we re ed as If some one wss moving about gret to say, are brought against it and stealthily or something, rather, for founded upon far too much evidence.' decided at once that it was the dog. Kate, I said, we must have shut old Tlge up in the dining room. Very Took Him at HI Ward. likely he hid In the cupboard when the Auctioneer "And, now, ladies and toon came on and fell asleep there. gentlemen, what bid do I bear for the We must go down and let him ouL' Carrara marmassive, We did not stop to put on our shoes ble, Eiffel tower movement mantel- or light n candle, but atole down Just piece, worth at the lowest, peltries as we were entering the sitting room, Voice in which communicated with the dining figure 10? Did I hear 910? the Crowd I said 10 cents." "Going room by n folding door. What was New York Tribune. ur surprise and horror to see the back going gone. 3 sorry-lookl- gold-mounte- d, ng of one man in the cupboard direct!) opposite us and another bually engage by the light of a lantern in preparini to taka the silver and linen from thi dining table la what seemed to be i stout canvas bag. The sound made b) the opening of the door caused the mat at the table to look up. For one Instant he gazed at us, with dropped Jiu and eyea almost starting from theli sockets, then with a yell which might have been heard half a mile off, he lei fall the silver he waa holding and wltl one bound waa out of the opening window. Ills companion, startled by hit outcry, rushed out of the cupboard li alarm. Pen could not describe hie abject terror as his eyes fell on us, an his yell as he sprang toward the window wee even louder then that whlcl had been given by hit companion. Foi a moment I wss at a loss to account for their atrange terror, but a glanci at Kate made It clear. In our lon white night dresses and white mask, we certainly looked like verltabl ghosts. We spent the rest of the nlghi In a state of nervons terror, whlcl made us heartily glad when at 8 o'clock we heard the sound of wheels and sav our parents driving up to the door. Owing to the washing away of a bridgi they had been unable to get home tbi previous night and had accepted th hospitality of a farmer named W who had provided tbem with suppei and a bed. Then, with shuddering and tears, we told our story and were alternately kissed and cried over b) mother, who declared that never, nevei would site leave us alone again. Ai to that "complexion varnish, one application showed no favorable results and we never felt like trying It again. EARLY MEDICAL EDUCATION. Whal Wonder the Physicians Were Mot Sklllml? In the old days, which many of out still active practitioners well remember, the medical student was registered with u practicing physician, who mor or less intelligently directed his reading and sometimes took him on hi rounds as a sort of private assistant, giving him fitful glimpses of patients, says the Columbia University Bulletin. He. attended rarely three, sometime two, often only one, course of lecture in a medical school, hearing the same lectures over again each year. The only Ihing which he ever learned actually to do with his fingers in the medical school was to dissect the dead subject, and here his experience was not usually large. He made careful notes ol many "views regarding disease and Its nature, and usually stepped out upon the arena with a general Idea that disease was a thing" which got into the b6ies of certain unfortunate people, and which he was to drive out. If be could, with aomf one or more of his preceptor's prescriptions, which hs had carefully copied in email compass ready for emergencies. When he had discovered the proper name to attach to his patients malady the rest waa largely a matter of an index of remedies and a calm of tbe consequences. It should abiding not be Imagined that the practitioners of medicine In the old days were necessarily lacking In wide views, practical knowledge and great skill. But when thin was the esse It was usually owing to a training which they had secured after and not before they became doctors of medicine. The medical college consisted of a group of medical men, who obtained a charter, hired a building, partitioned off among themselves the subjects which were deemed essential anatomy, physiology and possibly chemistry, materia medlca, pathology, and the practice of medicine, obstetrics and surgery. Eaeh day the students sat upon hard benches, taking notes for dear life, while the subject matter of these themes wss let loose upon them In swift succession, for better or worse, through five long hours. Perhaps there was a clinic in the afternoon, perhaps not. There were no laboratories for practical work, either of chemistry, physiology or histology, and Independent subjects were unknown. A great many lectures, s little dissecting, a few clinics, possibly some quizzes, a final examination, and the degree of M. D. was won. Thra More. Charles Goode, a veteran of tbe Black Hawk war, died recently at Belmont, Wls. He recently celebrated the 103d anniversary of his birth. Mr. Goode came from Yorkshire, England. Mrs. William Caynor, of Stafford, Mol, died a few days ago at the age of 100. She waa the mother of thirteen children. Her descendants are very numerous, numbering over 400. Miss Maria Benson has celebrated her 100th birthday at Windsor, Conn. She Is the daughter of n Revolutionary soldier, of whom there are few. |