The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1861-03-20

Hist look here.'
The speaker was one of two young me n
who had come up 10 the mountains on a pc.
destrian and sketching expedition from the
city OF Philadelphia. As he spoke he laid
his hand on his companions arm.
The person he addressed looked and saw
little girl about ten years old advancing
along an old blackberry pStch. She was
brown as berry, from exposure to the sun;
end her feet and arms were bare but there
was grace about her, as she came tripping
forward that princess might hive envied.
Just in front OF her spider had spun his
trap across the path, snd. as the young nun
spoke, she slightly stopped her head. aud
raising her hands, pushed the cobweb aside.
1t was this ariless, natural movement, which
completed the picture.
Il should like to paint her, said he who
had spoken.
What love at first sight! = answered his
companion, laughing. ITO think of the fas
tidiuus Clarence losing his heart to o sun
burnt fairy. You are eighteen, and she
abou, ten-oh you can offord 10 watt
This conversation had been carried on In
whispers. The child still advancing, had by
this time come opposite to the two young
men. On seeing them, she stopped and
stared cHriously at them, as young deer,
that has never been hunted, may be suppos
ed to stop and regard the first stranger that
enters the forest. Her bright, speaking
face, as she thus stood, gracefully arrested,
was not less beautiful, in its way, than her
little figure.
my DEAR said the last speaker, would
you like to be made into picture ? My
friend here is q painter. and will give you
dollar. il you will let him sketch you.'
The child looked from the speaker to his
friend. Something in the latter's face seem.
ed to restore the natural confidence which
the free and easy cir Of the other had, for the
moment, shaken. She drew, coyly up to
him, as II for protection. e
Il have read Of pictures,' said she, gazing
up into his face, 'but never saw one. IL it
real picture Of me you will make =
The artless, appealing manner OF the child
went to the young mans heart He would
as soon have joined in bantering her as in
bantering sister. He took her hand. as he
replied,
Il will make us good picture Of you as
can, # you will let me. A picture like one
of these
And be opened his portfolio, which con
tanned various Sketches.
'Oh how beautiful = cried the child. L
was evident that new world had opened tc
her. She gbzed, bfealhiesaly, 1T sketch af
ter sketch. till the last FAD Been examined
and then heaved deep sigh.
please sir said she timidly, at last, 'wil
| you give me my picture when you have
painted Il =
NO. ioieFposed the other young man,
but we will give you dollar
She turned on the speaker, let go the
hand she had been holding, and drew hersel
up with sudden hauehtiness.
1 don't want your dollar she said, with
proud delicaey.
Sue was turning to escape, when the art.
i, rsoovs,,'..q her hand, said soothiOgly,
Never mind BIN, my deor, | will paint
two pictures, and give you 0ne' Come vi"
that do =
keassnred. the child took the position in
dicuted to her, aud Clarence Harvard, for
that was the Young arttst's name, began ra'
pidly painting. Before noon, two hasty
sketches. in. oil, were finished!
There he said, drawing a long breath
you have beenss quiet az little mouse
and I'm thousand times obliged to you.-
Take that home and he handed her th'
sketch, 'and maybe. some Of these days
i you II think Of him who gave II to yon." 4
i THAT I will, all my life long, artlessl!
i said the child, gazing rapturously on her ney
Eposssssion, with an enthusiasm partly borl
Of the artist soul within her, and partly th
resul. Of . child's pride 10 what i its owI
especial property. ,.s, !.
.0hl yes,' interrupted the other youth
/ vo,,,ll nrenisa "a be his wife some dsy, won