Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 95: what you’re looking at

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. 4 i i a ’ at) | \ “ . : { 7 : : ' \ . ‘ ‘ i , 2 9 ‘ J ’ ‘ . . | 4 women fell in ie with hin: ihekionee ine J a a ee se young girls went wild for love of his handsome face. — pe . : He did everything, or a little of everything, that sooth a Ph _ liked. He played the piano brilliantly, he sang in the rich- est of superb tenors, he waltzed to perfection, he paint od love oF g ‘ ly little pictures, and scribbled more lovely little poen ms ae And if he made love to every young lady he met, who ¢ can a blame him, since those young ladies made love in their own pretty roundabout way to him first, showering smiles upon __ him and turning their backs contemptuously. bp aati less. tar eae - vored mortals ? | if eee. He was the “darling of the code with the purse, of fee a foes in prospective when that stock- broking uncle should | see fit to die; a genius in the present, blessed with a light — heart, an elastic conscience, a sound digestion, and the SA sg of an Apollo Belvidere. Lucky Alwyn Bartrag (8) a. And Estella adored him. That is the. word. for ite “And- the pretty, youthful face grew celestial in its bright. bliss - and blushing happiness. “Surely Alwyn Bartrath. would have besnaaeeiaaaan deed he have misunderstood those radiant eyes that told their in- nocent story so plainly; those roseate blushes that came and = went so beautifully at his bidding. ne | - But he was very well used to that sort of | eg ey took — it quité as a matter of course. He admired Helen” Mallory’ Ss. bright-faced* niece very much, after a lazy artist sort of - ; fashion, and looked at. the slowing blushes with a cool, pro~ oa fessional eye.) Bah “The very model I want for Undine! he said, ea Beait: paged. “the face I have been searching for everywhere and failed to find—youthful, innocent, trusting and sweet. I shall sketch ae that exquisite face and head of yours, Miss Essie, and im- mortalize you in oils when I get-back to New York. Tam | going to be very industrious next winter—ignore the opera, give all my Bohemian friends the cut direct, turn my Same 4 upon the best metropolitan society, and take the world. of art. ef by storm. My Undine ‘shall make my fortune.” oe “ed And forthwith Mr. Bartram fell to work, and enthusiasti- os cally dashed off a sketch of blushing Essie on the spot. ‘ e “Tt’?s\a thousand pities I’ can’t carry you off with 1 wp, Ea- * sie,” he said. “Such a model might inspire the veriest. dauber — that ever spoiled canvas. Ah! how I should work with 2 a in my studio—my Undine’s sunshiny face wT aiwuld as se ngy walls! What a picture I should paint! how I shou "= -aston- i ish those old academicians who sneer 80 Rr ie L my: piteous failures now! | wish I Sa: a me, ° ee ner t top Fe , en nee r7 het hae inne “ait