Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the HeartHentz, Caroline Lee
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Love After Marriage; and Other Stories of the Heart
Hentz, Caroline Lee
Fiction; Short stories, American
the deficiency, an offer at once eagerly accepted, and Mrs. Astor
insisted that her painting apparatus should be placed in the very
room, that she might receive all the inspiration to be derived from
the mute yet eloquent relics of genius, that there solicited the gaze.
Nothing could be more delightful than the progress of the work.
Margaret was an enthusiast in the art, and her kindling cheek always
attested the triumph of her creating hand. Mrs. Astor was in a
constant state of excitement, till the whole was completed, and it was
no light task, as four were required, and the windows were of an extra
size. Almost every day saw the fair artist seated at her easel, with
the same group gathered round her. Mary Ellis admired everything so
indiscriminately, it was impossible to attach much value to her
praise; but Mr. Hall criticised as well as admired, and as he had the
painter's eye, and the poet's tongue, Margaret felt the value of his
suggestions, and the interest they added to her employment. Above all
things, she felt their _truth_. She saw that he never flattered, that
he dared to blame, and when he did commend, she was conscious the
tribute was deserved. Margaret was not one of those beings, who cannot
do but one thing at a time. She could talk and listen, while her hands
were applying the brush or arranging the colours, and look up too from
the canvas, with a glance that showed how entirely she participated in
what was passing around her.
"I wonder you are not tired to death of that everlasting easel," said
Mary Ellis to Margaret, who grew every day more interested in her
task. "I could not endure such confinement."
"_Death_ and _everlasting_ are solemn words to be so lightly used, my
dear Mary," answered Margaret, whose religious ear was always pained
by levity on sacred themes.
"I would not be as serious as you are, for a thousand worlds," replied
Mary, laughing; "I really believe you think it a sin to smile. Give me
the roses of life, let who will take the thorns. I am going now to
gather some, if I can, and leave you and Mr. Hall to enjoy all the
briers you can find."
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