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some by curiosity. crowded his room. his
siters were few and far between: for Il
gene rally happened that those who best
appreciated the LeauIy of hi- ~crks were,
like himself, poor and deFei dent upon
I their own talents for living.
4 Thai prophet has seldom honor in his
own country is a proverb too generally
true; and George atIley began TO despair
of realizing tie giorous dreams OF fame
and fortune which toyish ambition had
| formed.


At the time my story commences, he
had Just completed in marble. full length
of Imogen Howard-lhe only daughter OF
one Of the wealthiest merchant princes of
Boston. he city in which the scene of my
story s laid She was represented as the
fable Atlanta. at the commencement of he
chase, just springing forward in flight, her
lips slightly parted her hair and garments
fltuIe ring in the air, her dart IN her hand
and her graceful he d half turned for
partino glance at her lover. The design
had all the spirit aud beauty with which
the origin was so singulaily gifted, and
Stanley hardly knew with which he was
most in love, his own exquisite Creation, or
the lovely model which nature had mould
cd so perfectly before him-


Charmed by fier beauty, her wit. and
plaviul Establishment of manner, the youth
ful sculptor at every meeting with his fair
subject. hnd become more and more pas
sioGateiy attached TO her; and at length, Tor
getting the difference of station, had rashiy,
and perhaps prematurely, declared hrs love
during the interview with which my story
commences.


George Stanley entered his humble stu.
dio.threvv his h1t and cloak desper alely up
an n chair and sealing himself by a table,
burying his face in his hand. He had not
noliced. as he entered, young girl setting,
with a book in her hand, n a retired corner
of the room w no seemed TO be awaiting bis
approach. She rose as he entered, but
seeing his evident emotion, hesitated 20 ad
dress him. We will not loose so favorable
an opportunity TO descibe her. as she stands
there with her Little hands closed in sympa
thizing sorrow and her hue eyes fast fill
/ ing with tears, She is apparently about
fourteen years of age, small. slig ht. but ex-
quisitely formed, with delicate. child-like
face, whose chief beauty is its expression
of angelic innocence and purity. eEhanced
perhaps by tue soft spiritual looking hair ol
lest brown, which falls hot in curls, bat
IN graceful waves upon her neck. Her
dress i. simple robe of whne; beside her
isa nearly flushed statue 81 ii'te Nell seat
/ I'd upon the church yard sfone. The
\ child Is doubtless ,he 0ii .. The beau
! rifui design, for IL dress, as lorm, the lace
are hers; but see. wish CIT though fliteE
ing ste o she crosses khs roam and lays. with
timid tenderness, her sol PURE hand upon
the flushed f1rehead OF The sculptor. He
feels. he knows, he loves The touch; but
though inexpressibly soothed and comfort
cd. as by fairy spell, he does nat at once
look up: the Influence is too sweet 10 be
thus disturbed and so he remains perfectly
tsiilI, while she sInooths MS hair with her
lcatessinp fingers and presses her Innocent
cheek upon his brow. Al last, weary o
the silence, she insinuates her tiny hand IN
10 his. aud then he STARTS and presses II


fondIv TO his lips. unable longer TO resis
his childish tenderness. Blushing, with


new and strange emotion, she hastily y


withdrew H.


'.i came TO sI;, MIR. Stanley


Dora Won are blessed child"


"But-I came 10 slt"


"Why do you trembie su2 You are fa


,iouedl Take this chair, dear Dora, and
, will be ready for you IN momen:
There! now clasp your hands bofore yo,
and droop your head a iiule.-That's righ


don't move-t is perfect Dear, lovely


little Dorai-Nell mean"


"Oh! why did you change the name


Ii makes me so happy to have you prais,


me, and yet know not why. but the tear


always come into my eyes when you speak
so. and cannot help sighn as If were
sad, but | am not-only 700 happy te


smile"


Darling, precious little. Nelh-'Dors


meaE.''


The chld's low and musical laugh rang
out like the warble of bird or peal OF fai


ry bells.


i aAnd now. dear Dora, must bid yot
goodbye. l am going away for loEs
time


"O.l how long !''asked the child looking


up sorrowfully. and imploringly IN hi
&C. -sor W hole week"


.Eor YEARS nerhanSf'