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AJOURNAL OF INSTRUCTIVE AND ENTERTAINING LITERATURE,
{nro VANDEW ATER SIRES | NEW YORK) APRIL 4, 1891. {ete SYS GOTES FOR Ae NO | . 1223
ACCORDING TO Act OF CONGRESS IN THE YEAR 1801, BY GEORGE MUNRO, IN THE OFFICE OF THE LIBRARIAN OF CoNoREss, WASHINGTON, D. CENTERED AT THE Post Orrice at New Yonk aT SecoND CLass RATES.
ENTERED
A LOOKER-ON. '
BY KC.
Hr kingdom borders close on mine—
aa ‘of grass and flow'rs and
Tees.
dreamed away neatly all bis lifes
and his great dream was that he
was an artist. He couldn't draw a
; for boundary line
i a
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we
"iSong bedge ta
whew sige are bright my fairy queen
anyher Nees rke all day lou
inno Dy
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: a we
“e a ral |
Vy) it
ears love-keet
jangeful song.
Which he attempted to paint, and
he wns not unhappy. “His wife had
died when Les!
fiing’ aed. how he bad managed. to
get on until Leslie grew old ‘enough
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‘Twin-gardens? Nay! No flow'rshave I;
Save on the paths, my grass grows
My stunted shrubstook brown and dry;
Of weeds there springs a sturdy Lot.
While hers shlues fair fo
the began’ to play
the! creat the oardian and pro:
S,
i subjects homaxe Bay, My k tector to this visiounry’ father, of
Te eon non : \ ea re at an extromelp easly age: She
ee an ee ayes none but me, a mA ff ed managed, everything, almost fel
an iW fare Ae s and clothed him, and from
\ Hi a 1 ee ii him all those petty ills and worries *
study window opens nea it gah a which make life such a burden for
arden: edb not too tals me Wes i most people. ‘They ad no settled
What i eauaek te ia ay i Fi ca home, but wandered about, some-
Ary ear teat free ‘ i a i rene tthe Continent. pat usually
> STehaunes ni ise of in England, and Francis Lisle hid
ots ne i (a i bunareds | ot Sketches which mere
a ft ‘rere Sup dens” for
For many tovorg stand contest larger pictures of places they Lad
wat! sweet, aad, in nd iss she. ‘all, ate had been at Portmaris a
of months when we find
then, and though Francis Lisle was
just Beginning to get ti tired of G and
Cy
NS rok hom practousty ta thrall
And one has ehe, unguessed ssa, apart,
oWho would ie could, bo {ree—
whe ho gives his best, his own poor heart,
‘worships secretly,
ve Beale oy oclio was toa fant iieave She
ni i had gtown fond of the golden sands,.,
Who hopes t pot tenn bot feel despair, the strip of pretty beach, the nar-
Tread 0 £00,
ww atreet broken by its wind-twists ~
ed trees, the green lanes leading to
Di {try beyond, and still more
But wate with eaimm jecteint aie
While anjtors come a suitors go,
a
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<7" should now auch | 19
folles whoa! welcomed her wi
sini and Th sucaue laut to
Not wholly strangers, she and I.
e hearts
¢ young an ao gate apd sim.
Each day more rae" ‘we grow; le, went di re a glance of
: it ‘ The gray: blue eyes, a smuilo rom the
Paci A Fi mobile lips, a word from the voice
8 BOY = 7 “2s which torued with a melody none.
irae Wahine io RB Ss eomlld resist ‘
} ‘And there, my rear ‘ivends! Sune Yy by Ny Ae tar! wi Fuaucls’ Lisle went on doubing,
ye . bn by i Is head gn one sid, & rapt, con”
bee sie rated look on bis pale, aristo-
ioe anton bonats a rustic Sratic face.
i: : aga ian Sire mooniess night
mer maine go wi restless feet al ae cad, it
x fe and dreain, and wateh her pleased complacency. “Go
tie what is that? hear Ti i chin lio, “ar
ie uy shit hy Ne other ide? ways work Deiter white yo
<35 ‘ Tact the shrubs with ‘reo hoki, usc and painting are
se his is what they hi adore them a
ag Leslie went back to the piano with
d atin white f ‘eaptog a ceful motion of
4 A golden heat! on someone's breast — mote of two.
} mactiovers eit fe and warm, Were sere no letters this morn-
nf, closely pret, ing, (lear? she ask
if ound, 9] put bis hand to
f my fac Jen vo mine ears his forehead as 7 adel called back
hero conies a strange, soft, thrilling to earth trom the empyesan—! let
vard for years. ters? No—yes; I forget. ‘There was
These year for yours ones eae from Ralph
. ie t e slightly,
Fer ing bas come, and come to reign! and the rather thick: brows, which
“Tis ofer now: t breaks: helped the eyes in all their uncon-
Fa Brot min bls ite tie paint, Seigus mischie, straightened. |
is not gra the pri - = = a ? at does he
i Coula site Ne empties than before? = - . say?” P
nota bleesthem both pray. ; am “I don't know,” replied Lisle,
But satiate away PUTTING BOTH HANDS ON’ IS SHOULDERS, LESLIE LEANED HER CHEEK AGAINST IS HEAD. Bank, can never read Ralph’?
. wo . hand,’ Its hardness jars upon me,
ake | mh {bare it somewhere.” He searched
——. sat ding 7 * hinro, in the 4 aman this fide ot Atty, but looked older in conse- | woman Those life is Spent in humoring the weak- { his pockets. “No; I must it. Does
Ratered according to Act of Conmress, 6 AGE geese, Washlogtonr D.C. ne Omes of the Librarian | cence perh hich was gray and | ness of a beloved one; then she said gently’ matlor very mauch?>
: . seanty, a faded face Withes e * dreamy far-away look | “ It is ry eiciking papa.” Leslie laughed softly.
in the faint ote eyes, asd a somewhat bent form © Striking?” “Zepeated Francis Lisle. “Striking! “1 don’t know; ‘but one generally likes to know
zZ and fragainy He carried a portable easel in | I like that word. You, too, are an artist, my dear | what is in a letter.
5 One hand and held a eanvas ander his arm, Leslie, though you never touch a brush. ‘How well | _ “ Well, then, 1 wish I could find it. I told the
. e ‘Ke be ntered he looked round the | zoom, as if he bi now how t ‘to use the exact expression, I flatter | postman when he gave it to me that [ should prob-
3 had ni before, then easel up in a self that riking. I think I may say, with- ably ose it and thet Ps, bad eee, pring | it on to
i Bn Corner, placed ‘the canvas upside. duvenvon Wf and | oat ewotlam, that no ous, no real critic could look ise; but— rat
t By CHARLES GARVICE a cain bis hand Dobind his back stood 1 with bent Seine that. sketch—for it is a mere sketch—withe me. often ‘hs Tink ta “ve ‘peak a nanioe wn
§ By RV a some moments in silence; nena to these country people.”
. Y Fiat's volvo which matched the dreamy she murmured, soothingly. “Perl did not hear you” said Lesite
; Author of “Paid For,” “Elaine,” ete. ete, ots shatled bien wth he hin white hands tn «Sometiines, you dear, you think you have
$ , Leslie, 1¢ orthodox fashion and pee! the monstrosity, | spoken when you haves not uttered a word, but only
FE L ‘ile sto opped ‘hort, in the middle of the most “There is, if I may say 8 1—er—originality thou ight.” ~~
. {THIS STORY WILL NOT BE PUBLISHED IN BOOK FORM.) ea dine oh net cheerful balled and | in the treatment which jana lor one make the lare say,” he assented, drean nly “Now I
ficult to | sketch interesting and valuable. Tell me, now, | come to think’ of it, I faney Ralph sai
1 deset te a git sot sorons “ne all Toom, 80 Leslie, what it is in it that catches your fancy | coming down here—”
cnareen I an be grave one moment, and beaming over with | full ore rey 80 carustoristic was her mode of pro- | most ‘The slender White bands, which had been touch-
x ever goes to Portmaris; that is to sas, fam the next: because thefe lurks, even when they | gression; and putting both hands on his shoulders ‘Fealle looked at it caretw ly. ing the i ere carloealy stopped.
ly who is ingbods. It matter, | 8'e most quiescent, a World of possibiliti he leaned her cheek against his heac “J—I think that heap of sea-weed is. nicely
MMi ne halt not be the hand to ruin it amply | by way of wit it im the ¢ corners of the re¢ Tipsy | ‘because | 1 Back already, dear?? she said; and the tone painted, papa,” she said, putting her arm round} “ Sen it ee to ‘e am not sure. Now, what
advertising its beau onan ‘advat the face, as you watch it, can, in the course of @ | fully indicated the ‘sition in which she stood to- could Thave done with that letter?”
ing the madding crowd to its ‘syivan ‘aneat tt few minutes ash vith spirit, elt with tend iemess, ward her parent. “I thought you were going ‘ Heap of sea-weed?""—his brows knitted—“‘heap | | He made another search, failed to find it, shook
resent the golden sands wh ch line the bay are in- | and all the while remain the face of a pure, inno- make s vous ay of of it.” of fa cweedt La tt x see anything of the kind.” his head as. if dismissing the subject, and resummed
: nocent of the nigger troupe, the itinerant conjurer, | €ent healthy, light hearted girl. e5,"" he said, without taking his eyes from re, bapa,” she said, pointing. his work.”
and the monster in human foe who pesters you | The young men who crosed, Leslie Lisle’s path the sketch, ay “hd intend doing eo. Esiatted full wn dear Leslie, I have always suspected that | Leslie struck achord and opened her lips to sing,
urchase hideous objects manufactured from | URderwent a sad ex; of my subject and—er-—inspired with hope. And 1 | your sight was not perfect, that the de> | ihen the sound of the wheels belonging tothe ons
od sand card wd, At first they were attracted by her beauty; in @ | don’t think I have altogether failed. It Te aiicult | foot in its range power. That is oka hea ot eae fy in the ywn the uneven street. She
emay eome when Portmaris may develop few hours or days, as the case might bo, they began | —very, “The tone of that sky Fonla ails -careloes Weed, but a sherman mending hie netal jansed to Fiston, vin Teaned sideways and Tooked
into an Y astou a Brighton, a Scarborough to find the foe hee ae 1g somewhere deeper then | amateur with despair; but—but course. How stupid of me!’ she said, | through the win
E or a Hastings; mut, Ifeaven be praised! that time is | the face; then they grew restless, unhappy, Tost Whatever I may be I am not that. “he. ‘ors ot gue say. “Pm ‘afraid I am roarsighten dear. | ‘The station a she said; “and it bas stopped
not yet, and Portimaris, like an linoonsotous village chess appetite, got to lying awake at night, and | Art, which she bides from the unthinking. and i i | Bat ‘don’t you think you have doi nous for to- at Marine Vil ‘apa, it must be another visitor.
Deaity, goes on its way still ignorant of its loveli- lastly went to pieces completely, and, if they pos- | reverent, she confides to: her true woi day? whi not put it away until te yw? Faney two at the same time in Portmaris!
sessed sufficient courage, tlung themselves, petfectly | Now Lest, look: at that sky. book at it early, “There is no to-morrow, Leslie,” he sald, grave- | Te pil go mild with xeltement
present there are about a dozen houses, most Wwreoked and overe come, at the of theslim | critically, a ly, as he got out his palette.“ Art is long and i ite cranky vehicle had pulled up at the opposite ”
of then fishermen’s cottages, a church hidden in a } Sitlish figure whic! ad become tot them even as tat caught That 1 ial tone that adteous oe glia of forget that, my dear, No; cotinge and Leslie, with mild—very mild—curi-
hollow a mile away from the restless sea, and an | Of the one woman in the world. And to do Les! rome and the ultramarine? There is a wealth T intend’ finishing this ‘keteh osity, got up from the piano and ent to the win- wat
inn whet is satiaiiod with being an inn and has not | justice, she was not only always surprised, but aie form an d color in that right-hand corner, and I He apiatia are—a cabinet picture. dow, -As she did so a man dressed in r tweed a4
yet. Jeacned to i itself @ hotel iressed. She had said sot and, what is more, eyes, T think it is the best by far the best and | shall be wordy of a place amon hose exquisité | got down from beside the diver, opened “he ‘fly
i ‘Two or three ot the fisher-folks let lodgi ings to | looked nothing, to encouras e had been | trivest thing 1 1 have as yet di sketches of Birket Foster's; and yet—he sighed | door, and gave his arm to a aman whose aj
~ which come o Those £0 fortunate individuals who have, | Quite herself—a frank, yet ‘modest ‘eoelish girl with Leslie leat Gand ‘softly, swiftly placed | and pushed the huir from his forchead—* and yet, | pearance filled Leslie's hearty with pity, for he was
: quite by chance, sxumbed upon this on she. way | au Irish face and that jndeseritene sweetness | the e pioture Tight Wy Til be bound that if 1 tried to sell it Eshould not | & & cripple. His back W: bie pale and
# pot} ‘and in the of tl t of which draws men’s hearts from their bosoms before | Jt was not very “nivel improved by the transposi- | find a dealer to give me a few paltry pounds for te ‘a woman's, mark ines Which were
® these npreteutions en cottares wos a you git, they know What has haj append to 0 the tion, It was—well, to put it biuntly—a daub of | so blind and prejudiced | {hey all are. No, tl Frequent ot weary di mre san more weary nights,
: Her name ras fo Lish he was ineteen, ie was seated at the pianoin the stner room of | the most awful description. Never since the world | would not ly the Academy ‘vonia | and in the dark eyes was that peculiar expression.
slim, graceful, a han’ pretty. There the cottage, which the Sherman who owned it had Dogan had there, even in Nature, been anything | refuse to ahibie ie Pre Bu life of ps
type of beauty hich. "vith more or less truth, ig | christened Sea View al nusing. bers elt | Di) the average school-| boy libeling her pith s art has its own rewards t thank Heaven! Tpaint ly borne sets as a seal
generally described as s Irish. It has dark hair, biue | 8nd a particularly alent aud morose Parrot by sing- shilling box of colors could not have sinned me because { must—fame has no attract! J am con- The young fellow leaned on his stick’ and the .
eyes with long black ashes, a a clear and colorless | ing some of the old son; liads which, she had deeply. The sea was s brilliant ‘washer. woman's tent to wait-—yes, though the Tecogalton which ‘s | man’s arm, and looked round him, and his eyes,
complexion of cream: a8 chin that would found in a rickety, miusiotan in Spee comer; and | blue, the lle were heaps of muddy ocher, the fish- | my due may come too late, It is often thus.” dark and full of a soft penetration, fell upon the >
seem pointed but for iN ee te fullness of the | for all the parrot glared at her disay ly with ing-vessels looked like black beetles 2 struggling on | Thee cin bent her beautiful hhead—sho stood taller lorely face at the opposite window. Sos
lips. Itis a type which ts Tore fascinating than | his glassy ‘eye, she Had a suifeiently sweet votce, | heir treckes there was a cow i ow in the | than the drooping figure of her father—and kissed | Leslie drew back, when it was too late, and
the severe Gree! re “holding” than the vo- im sung with more Chan the usual amount of feel” | foreground, which would ave eu een ‘trom —ah, how ing the gray hair. breathed an exclamation of regret. gn
Inptuous Spanish, more spiritudle than the vivactous any ove who bad ever set eyes on that harmoos but | — Francis Lisler Esai, the younger son of an ola | "Oh, papal”
nat is the kind of beauty before “rl hile she was in the middle of that famous but | necessary animal, and the “bit of sky” in the ih fm ily, had been a dreamer from his youth cw bat is the matter??? asked Lisle, vacantly.
biol inost down, completely and forever | slightly monotonous composition “Robin Grey,” | corner was utterly aud completely indescribable. Hie had started with a good education and.a| “Tam so sorry! she said, ‘He will think Twas
vanquished; rand this because the wonderful gray- | the door opened and a tall, thin gentleman ‘th Leslie looked at it with a sad little expression in haiasome hittle fortune, away had dreamed away | staring at him. And so I Was- id that will seem
blue eyes are capable of an infinity of expressions, | tered.’ This was Francis Lisle, her father, He was ! her eyes—the pitying look one sees in the face of a | the education, dre fortune, ! so cruel to him, poor fellow!” y