A Hazard of New Fortunes, Part Second

there was a dull fire in his heart a great deal like it; and he worked out a fanciful analogy with the coals, still alive, and

in the mean time that girl, that wild animal, she kept visibly, tangibly before him; if he put out his hand he might touch hers, he might pass his arm round her waist. In Paris, in a set he knew there, what an effect she would be with that look of hers, and that beauty, all out of drawing! They would recognize the flame quality in her. He imagined a joke about her being a fiery spirit, or nymph, naiad, whatever, from one of her native gas-wells. He began to sketch on a bit of paper from the table at his elbow vague lines that veiled and revealed a level, dismal landscape, and a vast flame against an empty sky, and a shape out of the flame that took on a likeness and floated detached from it. The sketch ran u

and he was somewhat less used to being punished for it-punished and forgiven. He felt that Alma had punished him so thoroughly that she ought to have been satisfied with her work and to have forgiven him in her heart afterward. He bore no resentment after the first tingling moments were past; he rather admired her for it; and he would have been ready to go back half an hour later and accept pardon

him, and her mother with no appreciable relenting; Miss Woodburn, with the needlework which she found easier

ah goodness!" she said, in answer to his apparent surprise at the question. "Ah mahg

snow much before New-

r a real Northern winter,

the roofs covered with snow, and it turned oat to be nothing but moon

next summer, you shall have all

way," said Beaton, with the air of wishing

ly. "I didn't know you wer

e. It's a landscape. It doesn't

y below, you'd find that it

Barnaby, too, Mrs. Leighton?" Beat

to go back in the summer

rtaken," he continued, to Mrs. Leighton. "They're going to start some sort of a new illustrated magazine, and they've got me in for their art department. I'm not fit for it; I'd like to run away. Don't you want to advise me a little, Mrs. Leighton?

Mrs. Leighton, pushing some of her work aside to make room fo

place, away

ting!" said Miss Woodbu

dy," sai

exclaimed. "Come and look at this, Miss Leighton

. Leighton asked, pointing

ons of modificati

improve it much. Wha

of indifference and glancing carelessly down at the sketch. "The desi

ful sad dreaminess that he knew he could put into them; he spoke wi

so," said

way you awtusts talk to each othah? Well, Ah'm glad

said, "or even act one," and she

gaze. "You're quite right.

urn: "You hear? Even when

oad anythin

n itself?" Bea

r," Alma answered, with a

room. Beaton knew the type; he had been through Virginia sketching for one of the illustrated papers, and he had seen su

to make yo' acquaintance. Do not move, madam," he said to Mrs. Leighton, who made a deprecatory motion to let him pass to the chair beyond her; "I can find my way."

dburn!" Alma shouted. "Y

e is a

nd when yo' mothah uses yarn, it is worsteds. But I respect worsteds even under the name of yarn

"The knitting has not stopped yet in some place

lained jus

untry making gigantic struggles to retrieve its losses,

an audible aside. "The pace in Charlottesboag is pofectly kil

er direction find ourselves-isolated -isolated, sir. The intellectual centres are still in the No'th, sir; t

himself, and led him on to speak of his plans and ideals. But the sort of man that Beaton was could not do this; he put up the dummy into the wrapper he had let drop

?" she asked

e feel in the presence of those who are going somewhere. She did not feel it for herself, but for her daughter; and she knew Alma would not have l

n continued. He bowed to Miss Woodburn, "Goodnight, Mi

d the Colonel, with a

Miss Woodburn whispere

left th

hall without. "You knew

y did you

d at her in glo

serve you, please you, get back your good opinion. But I've done

d him. "Has it

cepted, if you

ted." She saw him swayed a little toward

. Good-

earthly salvation, necessarily lies in the adversity of some one else, be delicate and chivalrous, or even honest? If we could have had time to perfect our system at the South, to eliminate what was evil and develop what was good in it, we should have had a perfect system. But the virus

eah," said Miss Woodburn

l

of me, Colonel Wo

, my dear y

ts are just as greedy aboat mone

Colonel explained, softening the tone in which his convictions were prese

n that if othah people would let them pay their bil

d her father, with the same deference to he

t you say, sir, that Mr.

ce to her. "Bad manners? He has no manners! That is, when he

her with distressed question, but the girl seemed perfectly cool and contented; an

ip them and sell them. It never did seem right to me," she added, in

d from Europe, too-those abuses could have been eliminated, and the institution developed in the direction of the mild patriarchalism of the divine intention." The Colonel hitched his chair, which figured a hobby caree

aying, "And have you heard from th

answer: "The coase of commercialism is on that, too

is no longer any other criterion; and even a work that atta

pt destruction on any

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