The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-07-17

| Will let nun SketcH you
The child looked fnom the speaker
to his friend. Something in the LAT
ter's face seemed to restore the natural
confidence which the free and easy
air of the other had for the moment,
shaken She drew, coyly, up to him,
as if for protection
| 81 have read Of pictures, said she,
gazing up into his face, but never
saw one Is Il real picture of me
you will make ?"
The artless, appealing manner o.
tie child went to the young mans
heart. He would as soon Joined in
bantering her as in bantering sister.
He took her hand, as he replied,
| will make as good picture of
you. as can, if you will let me. A
picture like one of these"
| And he opened his portfolio, which
contained yarions sketches
"Oh how beautiful ! cried the
child. It was evide mt that new
world had been opened to her. She
gazed. breathlvssly, at SIX etch after
sketch, till the last had been examined
and then heaved deep sigh.
"Pleasc SIR" said she timidly, at
last, will you give me my picture
when you have painted it ?"
"No," interposed the other young
man, but we will give yon dol
lar"
She turned on the speaker, let go
the hand she had been holding, and
drew herself up with sudden haughti-
ness.
81 don't want your dollar" she
said, with proud delicacy.
| She was turning to escape, when
the artist, recovering her hand said
soothingly.
Never mind him, my dear. will
paint two pictures, and give you one.
Come, will that do ~
Reassured, the child took the posi-
tion indicated to her, and Clarence
Hazard, for that was the yourg ar
lists name, began rapidly painting
Before noon, two hasty sketches, in
oil we're finished.
There" he said, drawing a long
breath, "yol have been as quiet as q
little mouse and I'm thousand
times obliged to you. Take that
home" and he handed her the sketch,
and maybe, some Of thess days, you'll
think Of him who gave it to you"
That / will, all my life long" art
lessly said the child, gazing raptu-
rously on her new possession, with an
enthusiasm partly born of the artist
soul within her, and partly the result
| of child's pride in what is its own es-
pecfal property.
/ "Ohi yes" interrupted the other
youth, you'll promise to be his wife
some day, won't you, Miss Cob
webs p
The child's eye flashed as she turn
ed on the speaker Her instinct, from
the first, had made her dislike the
sneering man. She stamped her
pretty foot and retorted sauciIy
I'll never be yours, at am rate,
you old swapping turtle" and, as if
expecting TO have her ears boxed, if
caught, she darted away, disappear
| ing rapidly down the path wheuc she
had come
| Clarence Hazard broke into hear
ty laugh, in which, after moment of
anger. his companion joined him
/ "You deserved it richly" said
Clarence l shall call You nothing
else after this but swapping turtle it's
capital nickname too.
Hang the jade !! /" was the reply.
One wouldn't think she was so smart.
But what shrew she'll make I
pity the clodhopper she marries she'll
hen-peck him out of all peace, and
send him to an early grave"
Nothing more was said, for, at that
moment a dinner horn sounded, and
the young men rose to return to the
roadside inn where they had stopped
the night before. Their time was
limited, and that evening, knapsack
on back, they were miles from the
scene of the morning. A week later
they were both home in the city, Clar-
ence hard at work perfecting himself
in art, and his companion delying OF
Coke and Blackstone
Years passed Clarence Harvard
had risen to be an artist of eminence.
His pictures were the fashion; he
was the fashion himself. Occasionally,
as he turned over his older sketches,
he would come upon Cobwebs I" as
he was accustomed, laughinglY, to call
the sketch of the child and then, for
moment, be would wonder what had
become Of the original but, except
on these rare occasions, he never
thought of her.