Demorest's Family Magazine. April 1881. Vol. 17, No. 4
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N O . C X C V . APRIL, 188 1. VOL. XVII. NO. 4. VICTORIA. A WOMAN’S STATUE. By L. M. ALCOTT, Author of "Little W om en," “ Little Men,” “ Eight Cousins,” “ Jack and Jill,” etc., etc; II.—PLASTER. ting task for the slender hands that so skill world another o f the name? fully molded the ductile clay. He was rich, a worshiper of art, and had made here has the old fellow hidden But the loveliest face there was the living his own mark, young as he was ; generous and himself ? Among the cloudsone, to and this alone satisfied Albany’s beauty- enthusiastic, as successful men should be ; study sunsets, I fancy,” saidloving a eye. While affecting to examine the and just returned from several years of soli young man as he sprang up workthe which he found wonderfully good, he tary travel in the East, he eagerly welcomed long flight of stone stairs in wasone covertly studying this woman, who seemed any touch of romance to give color to the life W of the tall houses where artiststo be congregate unconscious in of her own charms, indiffer which seemed tame after the wild splendors Rome. Door after door he scrutinized, but ent to praise, and careless of the impression he had been enjoying. none bore the name he wanted, and, growing she could not fail to make upon whoever saw Resolved to wake the statue to a knowledge impatient, he knocked loudly at one which her for the first time. of his admiration, he soon turned from the stood ajar, with a modest card nailed to it As if disdainful of all feminine arts to en finished works to that she was so intent upon, bearing the name “ V. Stanhope.” hance her beauty, she wore her hair cluster and, pausing beside her, said warmly, after a A clear voice answered, “ Good-morning, ing in dark rings about her head ; tried vainly moment of silent regard : neighbor,” and s tepping in, Max Albany to conceal the symmetry of her figure under “ This is your best. A noble head, and found himself face to face with a beautiful an artistic blouse of gray linen, and kept her very like." woman standing in a flood of sunshine that studio as bare of all color and ornament as a “ Whom ? ” she asked, with a quick look glorified all it touched. nun’s cell, except the pure marble faces and and a bright color in cheeks before as pale as Hastily uncovering, he added, with surprise innocent images of little children. if she lived too secluded and absorbed a life. and admiration very visible upon his comely There was something wonderfully attract “ Yourself. One cannot help recognizing countenance ; ive in this blooming woman, soiree from any the arch of the brow, the large-lidded eyes, “ Pardon my abruptness. I am looking for touch of coquetry, so austerely simple in her the firm mouth, and softly-molded outlines, Owen Hurst, and I cannot find him. Has he surroundings, so utterly wrapped up in her even in this poor clay,” he answered, longing left Rome ?” chosen work, leading a high and lonely life to caress the curves that enchanted the sculp " His studio is at the end of the corridor, with all Rome and its allurements wait tor’s eye. but he is not there yet. Gone to meet a ing to welcome her below there. To Albany “ As I hope to be, not as I am,” she said friend, I think,” answered the lady, in a voice it was pathetic, for the sculptor’s trained eye as if to herself, and with the yearning look which made one long to hear it again. could read years of effort in the work before Goethe’s Mignon wore when she sung : I am the friend. I will wait for him, lest him, and the fact that so many of these ex “ Oh, let me seem until I b e !” we miss one another. Is it permitted to look quisite studies still lingered there hinted at and admire, Mademoiselle ? ” asked Albany, disappointment, or a rare patience in their Struck with the tone, the look, Albany for glancing about the large room, rich only in maker, the modesty of true genius which can got the compliment upon his lips, and an casts, statuettes, and medallions. bide its. time and never tire of striving after swered, with the grave sincerity of one who A gracious gesture gave the required per perfection. understood her mood and meaning : mission, and the artist returned to her work, W hy had he never heard of her as woman “ It would be well for all of us to put our like one accustomed to such requests, and or artist ? W hy had Hurst never written of ideals into shape, if only to show how far loath to waste time in listening to compli his fair neighbor, for the'studio bore signs of we fall short in our efforts to attain them. I ments. long occupancy, and his friend had been in have tried it, and I know the help it is.” Full of interest and curiosity, Albany looked Rome for years ? W ho was "V. Stanhope,” Such frank sympathy seemed to touch Vic at the groups of childish figures, the female hidden away here unknown, unsought, un toria to a fuller confidence. She looked at her heads, and graceful studies of vines and flow won ? Such beauty and talent could not be guest with the calm scrutiny of one used to ers all about the room, for these seemed to be long concealed ; was he to be the finder of reading character, and a sudden smile warmed the chosen work of this fair artist, and a fit- the treasure, the happy patron to give the her whole face as she turned to a curtained .X -1 7 146 DEMOREST'S MONTHLY MAGAZINE. alcove, saying, with a half-eager, half-timid j no haste to show it, and I think it never will puts us drones to shame. She might be look, very flattering to the young sculptor : he done, because I live my studies for it, and known, admired, and adored, if she would. “ You are the friend Hurst has often spoken am never tired of trying to find in myself But she will not, and lives here like a nun of. You take a kind interest in beginners, the image of the woman I hope to create. with a few good women for her friends, and and your criticism would be valuable. May I A foolish fancy, perhaps; hut I work so me for her watch-dog.” show you my most ambitious work, and will slowly and poorly there is little danger of its Albany laughed at Hurst's grim look, and you honestly tell me if it has any merit ? ” engrossing me too much, and these simple evident desire to keep his fair neighbor to “ If you will honor me so much. Let me things keep me busy with happy, bumble himself. But the younger man felt that he help you,” and Albany held the curtain while models, as you see." had already crossed the threshold of the en Victoria slowly drew a light veil from her “ Have you no ambition to be known and chanted castle, and was conscious of a strong model, showing him the statue of a woman honored as the rest of us have? These lovely desire to wake this sleeping beauty into life, standing in the soft gloom of the red-lined al- creations need only to be seen, to give you a since he had caught a glimpse of the real cov e. high place in our world of art. Why are they woman in an unguarded moment. It was only plaster, but it shone white and here unknown?” asked Albany, finding the “ Wait till the right Pygmalion comes, then fair against the warm background, draped interview grow more interesting with each see how readily the marble Galatea will step from throat to ankle, with loosely folded moment* down from her pedestal and turn into a lover hands, looking straight before her with a sin “ I have a very high ambition, so high of the tenderest type. Well for us that these gular expression of mingled strength and that I cannot hope to satisfy it for years to feminine geniuses value love more than fame. sweetness in the finely molded face. Involun come. My father was an artist, and be We should have to look to our laurels if their tarily Albany fell back a step, surprised at the queathed his name and fame to me. I must hearts did not conquer pride and ambition. ” magnificent proportions of the creature, for do honor to them both, by adding my own “ Do not disturb her peace, Max. She has she was life-sized, and as full of power as success to his. That is what I work for; known sorrow, hut is happy now. Let her of beauty. and, when I have anything worthy of him, rest and dream and work till her hour comes, One look suggested its meaning to the quick will gladly show it to the world.” as I have done." fancy of a man who understood the language There was no doubt of her assertion, for, as Hurst spoke earnestly, and his friend saw of lines, for it was the attitude, the loom of so she spoke, her eyes kindled, her face glowed, something in his rugged face that bade him many women who stand awaiting what fate and she looked up at the one picture the respect the loyal love which could live silent shall bring them; with the same expectancy room contained with the brave, bright ex and faithful all those years.