Stella Rosevelt — page 138: what you’re looking at

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132 A GLAD MEETING. . were an artist, I had no idea that you painted such delightful things.” ‘You give me more credit than belongs to me,” he answered, smiling; ‘‘ but wait until you are rested, and then I have some- thing in particular to show you.” ‘‘Oh, I am not weary. Let me look now, if you please; we have only an hour, you know;” and. she began to move about the room, examining with no uncritical eye the works upon the walls. The young artist kept by her side, telling her the subjects of the paintings, and relating many instances connected with them. At length they came to a corner where there stood an easel, ‘upon which there was a picture covered with a green cloth. Mr. Sherbrooke removed the covering, simply saving: ‘‘ This is the picture that I particularly wished to show you.” It was quite a large painting, and represented a young man and maiden standing on board a steamer, while silver-tipped waves and a deep blue sky formed a charming background for their youthful figures. The former stood in an eager attitude, with one hand ex- tended, a smile on his handsome lips, a gleam of wistful ad- -miration in his honest brown eyes, while his companion seemed to be clipping a tress from a massive braid of shining golden hair that hung over her shoulders. The fair young girl was a faithful representation of Star as _she had appeared on that day, which they both remembered so vividly, and in the act of severing that lock at his request. She stood with drooping eyes, a flush on her cheek, a half-smile on _her beautiful scarlet lips, a shy and modest grace in her pos- ture, while her slender fingers daintily held braid and scissors. Archibald Sherbrooke watched her as she gazed upon his picture, his heart in his earnest glance; while Star, although =} (E(@) Ebooks.co