Demorest's Family Magazine. May 1881. Vol. 17, No. 5
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N O . C X C V I. MAY, 1881. VOL. XVII. NO. 8. VICTORIA A WOMAN’S STATUE. By L. M. ALCOTT, Author of “ Little W om en,” “ Little Men,” “ Eight Cousins,” “ Jack and Jill,” etc., eta III.-----MARBLE. so brief they never tell me half enough. Yet As Hurst paused, he pointed from the walls have no right to demand more,” and Albany of the studio to the salon beyond, where these I T was a charming place, full of home sighed, remembering the English wife who weary, homeless artists gathered for rest, good like ease and comfort, and the sweet had chained him to her side so long. cheer, and the social influences so many of influences some women diffuse as un Hurst pitied him, and dropping the satirical them suffered for in the lonely studios of consciously as a flower its perfume. In undertone that wounded his friend, gener Paris. one room a substantial supper-table was ously told what he alone could tell, uncon " Such a life would be impossible for any surrounded by hungry-looking gentlemen, sciously betraying how proud and happy this but a very noble woman. And you are happy whose picturesque shabbiness stamped them task made him. to have been allowed to share it with her,” all as artists. The salon, full of rich, quaint, “ You know how faithfully she did her said Albany, trying to speak heartily, yet bit or beautiful objects, was still further adorned hard duty, how patiently she waited for your terly envying the loyal heart whose faithful by groups of women, young and old, plainly return as her reward, how bravely she bore ness had made friendship almost as sweet as dressed, but with the earnest look of persons the bitter disappointment, for contempt killed love. doing and daring much to carry out some love, and pride made her strong. What you “ I am happy, and still hope to be supreme chosen purpose ; a look which beautifies the do not know is the life she has led for the ly so,” answered Hurst, with a glow that plainest face, for earnest living always en last ten years. I could not let her pine in transfigured his rugged face. “ She is noble; nobles. solitude there in Rome, but persuaded her to look and see if that is not a creature to love The third room was a studio, the walls of come to Paris, where one is forced to work, and trust and honor like a patron saint, as these which were lined with such a variety of paint and finds it impossible to resist the charms of young people do,” he added, as the group fell ings, that it was evident no single hand had society.” apart, leaving visible the person who had at produced them. Many pieces of statuary " Beautiful and brilliant as she was, it must tracted them all about her like a household stood about, none bearing the unmistakable have been a dangerous experiment for you, fire. marks of genius, however, except one statue old friend,” said Albany with a smile, as he A woman of forty, very simply dressed in standing apart in an alcove, and one picture glanced at the gray head and plain face beside black, with no ornament but the nosegay of hanging over it. him. odorous violets some loving soul had brought Two men were looking at this fine figure, “ I did not think of myself, but of her,” he her, stood there bidding a guest good-night. with the ideally beautiful face hinted rather answered simply, with a look that made the Youth was gone, but in its place was the im than carved, for the head was still unfinished. other redden. “ I was not disappointed in my perishable charm experience brings to those “ Why does she delay, when it needs so hope, but surprised at the task she gave her who discover the true significance of life. The little to make this splendid piece of work per self to. Shunning the gay world, as if for her wise, sweet look of one who has learned to fect?” asked the younger man, with genuine it had too dangerous a charm, she worked at suffer and submit. The repose of a spirit admiration and irrepressible envy in his face, her art till she attracted to her the best strong yet humble, glad to live because it distinguished sculptor though he was. of our guild, making a little world of her knows how to make life happy, fit to die be “ Because Victoria values love and gratitude own. Her benevolence unconsciously widened cause the faith that sustains it is immortal. more than fame and fortune. She is so busy it till it embraced the poor, the young, the Silver threads shone in the dark hair, lines helping others win small successes, that she unfortunate, the aspiring who come to suffer, were on the serene forehead, and the shadow has no time to secure the great ones waiting hope, strive, and despair, or succeed here in of pain or weariness sometimes dimmed for for her,” answered the other man in a tone this city of tragedy and comedy. If these a moment the brave, bright expression this that made the hearer wince, as if conscious faulty pictures and statues could speak, they face always wore. But Victoria at forty was that his own ambitions suffered by comparison would tell an eloquent story of effort encour more beautiful than in her prime, for the stem with hers. aged, virtue cherished, poverty lightened, yet salutary lessons the last ten years had That is very noble I Tell me more about and talent kindly fostered, without hope of brought her had refined both countenance and her before we meet again. Your letters are reward or thought of praise.” heart, till the one was pure as marble M - 1 7 194 DEMOREST’S MONTHLY MAGAZINE. other tender as a mother’s lor all the sins and from a suffering body was too deep an expe will you promise me to do it? No one can so sorrows of this weary world. rience to be forgotten; and, when my duty well, and for my sake I think you will find Both men looked long and in silence. was done, I found art would not satisfy my time in your busy; brilliant life for this little “ If I had only waited and been true! ” hungry heart nor fill my empty arms, so I labor of love.” thought the man who had loved and left her, took in these needy comrades and learned to “ I will, so gladly, so proudly, if I m ust; with a regretful pang. be happy serving them. Owen helped me, but you will be here to finish it I know; this " I have not waited in vain if that smile is and I am content, though I have given no is not true, we cannot let you die,” cried for m e," said the other to himself, as his eye great work to the world.” Albany in despair, for be felt what he tried met a glance from Victoria, full of affectionate There was something sweet yet solemn in not to believe. confidence and respect. Victoria’s expression as she spoke and laid Hurst sat dumb, his face grown' years older “ The expression she desired for her statue her hand on Hurst’s arm, as if accustomed to in a moment, for in losing Victoria he lost all. is on her own face now. A lovely look, and lean on this support which never failed her. “ I am not mistaken. I have seen the wisest yet it troubles me, it is so like the peace one “ I was less patient, wise, add strong ; and men, and they have told me the truth. A few sees only on faces when they wait for death now, though the world applauds me, and I I months more are left me, and I have much to and are not afraid, ” said Albany half aloud, seem successful, I know that I am a failure, do. Keep my secret for a little while, and for his trained eye was quick to see lines of and each year find life more wearisome I help me to be ready for the end. ” suffering which had escaped Hurst, familiar as blindly left the friend who would have been " W e w ill! ” they answered solemnly. Then he was with that beloved face. my guide and inspiration, now it is too late Albany bowed his head upon his hands, un “ Only a fancy—she is tired—they ask too to go back and undo my folly.” manned for the moment; but Hurst forgot much of her, and she forgets herself. Wait a Intense regret sounded sharp and bitter in himself, and when she turned to him* the little, they are going, then she will come to us Albany’s words, and be turned away to bide brave face looked back at her steady, strong, and rest. ” the pain he could not control ; but Hurst held | and tender, in spite of the despair at his heart. Hurst spoke quickly, and shrunk as if the | the slender hand fast, as if eager to claim it, “ Faithful friend, you never fail me!” she words his friend spoke touched some hidden I and prouder of its touch than if it made a said, bolding fast the band that was ready to fear of his own. Then they stood for a few | knight of him. sustain her even through the valley of the moments watching their hostess as her guests Victoria saw the look, felt the remorse, and shadow.