Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 1, January 1850Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 1, January 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“Just as you like,” said the friend. “Every one to his fancy. But it
strikes me that you could not do a more sensible thing than make Clara
Deville your wife. You at once have a home, a pleasant companion, and
come into the possession of sufficient property to relieve you of all
care about the common and perplexing concerns of life. Think with what
delight, ardor, and success you could then devote yourself to painting.”
When these things were first said by the friend they did not make much
impression on the mind of the young artist. But a seed was sown, and in
a few days it began to send forth little fibres into the earth, and to
shoot up a tender blade. From that time Ellison thought more and more
about the suggestion of his friend. Whenever he met Clara he observed
her more closely, and her image, when it arose in his mind, associated
itself with the idea of a life-companionship. Particularly did his mind
dwell upon the happy change that would come over his worldly affairs if
Clara, possessing the handsome little property of twenty thousand
dollars, were his wife. It did not take a very long time for the young
man to be able to look at Clara Deville in a different light from that
in which he had previously viewed her. The oftener he met the young
lady, the more did he find in her that was attractive. Even her plain
features underwent a change, and he could see in her face many points of
beauty. In fact, before two months had elapsed, he was, or imagined
himself to be, deeply in love with the maiden.
The desire of possession comes next after the passion of love. It proved
so in this case, and in a much shorter time than the friend who
suggested the alliance had dreamed of such an event taking place, Clara
was not only wooed and won, but wedded.
CHAPTER II.
It was one of the happiest days in Ellison’s life when he pressed upon
the lips of the gentle girl whom he had won, the sweet bridal kiss. Over
his future course through life hung a cloudless sky. The doubt and
difficulty that had been on his way for years were removed—success to
the utmost extent of his wishes was before him. Already, in imagination,
he was in Italy, among the glorious creations of the old masters,
drinking in from their sublime works an inspiration that was to him half
immortal in his art.
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