The Portsmouth inquirer. [volume] (Portsmouth, O. [Ohio]) 1849-1855, 1855-03-02

80 Aio H''N "h0' POoi IiliS, Slucc uCi
father died..
And when will your party take placer
asked Frankie had much rather she
had invited him to supper.
T % dear, that's what darling and are
in such strait about; for the great room
on the ground floor, just back Of this one,
sir, wants whitewashing, and the kitchen
too; yet not whitewasher can get fo,
love or money at this busy time; not fol
whole weeks; and the party's put for mex
Thursday; that's in two days, you see.
A scheme flashed through Franks Gle.
yer brain. 4 cannot starve,' he thought
4 will not beg, but l must have something
to eat while | am finishing Elias picture
| My good Mrs. Blake he answered, after
a moments seeming consultation with
memory. 4 think know a man who
will DO your whitewashing in two days
| I'm so glad, exclaimed the little widow
lclasping her hands.
HE is rather singular though about his
terms-he doesn't charge the usual price,
but is considerably more reasonable; but
| he would expect to take his meals here.-
lie has been, you understand, sort oi
gentleman, but and Frank would have
gone on butting till night, had not the
landlady interrupted him.
| %, all the better, cried the widow. I'll
give him what he asks and his meals be-
side; but l shan't want him to come YOU
know till nine or halfpast'
| Pll engage him. said Frank, and then
added as he went out, that's better than
poison or pistols, young man; and be sure
If you're brave you'll always yet out OF
difficulty. You must of course go with
out supper tonight; but by getting up at
daybreak, working hard at the picture fol
four hours or SO, now that it is nearly
completed, you'll get it done this week,
old fellow Courage, Frank, and thank
yourmother and the stars that YOU are
not TOO proud too work at anything that is
honest
Frank took q long walk, and could not
avoid passing by pastry shops and eating
rooms from whence his own hungry hu-
lhanity snuGcd tho savory scents eagerly;
but afterwards laughing at himself, and
repeating occasionally, too bad--too bad,
he hurried on home. His walk had done
him good-and made him lavenous, loo.
What was his surprise on entoring his
lonely chamber to find upon the table a
brown paper package; and what his fur
ther state of astonishment when upon
carefully undoing it. out fell nea, supply
Of sandwiehes-new white bread thinly
covered with bptter and mustard, and
tucked between fresh, sweet bacon, fat
and leap
! % joyful surprised exclaimed Frank,
extending theatlicaIly his right hand and
the sandwiches-'but where the dickens
did they come from? What good angel,
or good fairy, or good creature of some
sort, left them here, wonder?' For a
moment he stood thinking; then swallow
ing his amazement with large bite of
bread and bacon, he seated himself and
had good supper. Only he muttered
-ft would be SO much more delicious
with tea.'
0 discontented mortals that we are =
Who can lay his hand on his heart and
say, Il want no more 7
Iiere was the secret of the sandwiches.
Susy Blake saw the rather interesting and
handsome young artist 60 out and pass by
the window. Her cousin, dashing girl
with small fortune, had sat for her por-
trait, and in her letters to the boarding
school Susy, she was forever eulogising the
divine Frank Lexington and his studio
Susy drew her own conclusions from this
and anticipated being asked to the we'd
ding. Susy was romantic, and almost era
zy to see painters's studio. 1t must be
very beautiful she thought, and If moth
-er don't see me, and he's gone-I'll Just
run up and take look Now the young
lady was engaged for picnic for the NOR
row, one OF those free and easy kind where
the frolickers carry their own refreshments,
and she held in her hard a small brown
paper, carefully folded over goodly num-
ber of sandwiches. This, without think
ing, she still retained, as she ran cautious
ly up stairs. The key she carried, exact
ly fitted /; the lock flew open, the door
swung round, and she was for the first
time in her life within the hallowed pre-
cincts Of genius.
WeH Susy found nothing very won
derful there, but she walked round, admi-
ring the very fine paintings, and stopping
occasionally before one worthiest Of her
admiration. 1t was the face of a. beauti-
full girl, and the expression was angelic
AS Susy stood there, her hands demurely
folded, her hair, which was very bright
and pretty, falling softly and cloud-like
over her shoulders, sweet smile Of salts
faction and admiration upon hor handsome
features, close observer might have de-
tected some likeness between the girl and
the picture. The same soft blue ewes.
over which the setting sun threw mel
low lustre, the same transparency of com
plexion, the same sweetness Of express
sion.
Who can it be?' thought Susy, going
mechanically to the window - mercy,
there he isl she added, in the same
breath for the artist was just then enter.
ing the house and without a thought of
sandwiches, away she few, locking the
door and hastily ensconcing herself in her
own snug little chamber, one fight higher.
Thus yousee how Providence sent sup