Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1863-05-02

"but we will give you dolla..
She turned on the speaker, let 60 the
hand she had been holding, and drew her
sell up with sudden haughtiness'
"I do not want your dollar" she said
with proud dclicacy. 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 y
Rsassured, the chile: took the position
indicated to her, and Clarence Harvard,
for that was the young artists name, be-
gan rapidly painting Before noon, two
hasty sketches in oil were finished.
"There," he said drawing a long breath
''you have been as quiet as little mouse
and am thousand times obliged to you.
Take that home," and he handed her the
sketch, "and may be, some of these days,
you will think of him who gave it TO you.
"That will, all my life long artlcssly
said the child, raptu, ous!y gazing on her
new possession with an enthusiasm partly
born of the artist soul within her, and
partly the results of child's pride in what
is its own especial property.
ooh yes" intetposed the other youth,
"you will promise to be his wife some day
won't you, Miss CobweLs!"
The child's eyes flashed as she turned
on the speaker. Her instinct, from the
first, had made her dislike the sneering
man. She stamped her pretty foot, and
retorted, .aucily, "I'l never be yours at
any rate, yon old swapping -:urtle;' and,
as if expecting 10 have her ears boxed, il
caught, she darted away, disappearing rap.
idly down the path whence she had come
Clarence Harvard broke into a merry
laugh, in which, after moment Of anger,
his companion joined him.
"You deserve it richly," said Clare' cc;
it's capital nickname, too; | shall call
you nothing else, after this than swapping
turtle
"IIang the little jade ~ was the reply.
'One wouldn't think she was SO smart
But what ashrew she will make! ! pity
the clodhoppcr she marrics; she'll hen
peck him out of all peace, and send him to
an early grave"
Nothing more was said, for at that mos
ment dinner horn sounded, and the
young men rose to return to the roadside
inn where they had stopped the night be-
fore. Their time was limited, and that
evening, knapsacks on back, they were
miles away from the scene ofthe morning.
A week later they were both home in the
city, Clarence hard at work pcrfccting him
self in his art, and his companion delving
at Coke and Blackstone.
Years passed. Clarence Harvard had
risen to be an artist of eminence. His pic
lures were the fashion; he was the fashion
himself Occasionally, as he turned over
=. his older sketches, he would come upon
'OODWcDo, as ue WAC ueousIohe") i"uS''
ingly, to cal the sketch of the child (; and
then for moment he would wonder wha
had become of the original but, except
, on these rare occasions, he never even
thought OF her.
Not so with the child herself. Nellie
, Bray was poor orphan, the daughter o
=, decayed gentlemen. who after her faith
er's death had been adopted by materna
uncle, living on wild,upland farm anon!
the Alleghanies. Her childhood, from he
earliest recollection, had been spent annie
g the drudgery of a farm. This rude bu
free life had given her the springy stel
and ruddy check, which had attracted th
young artist attention, but it had failed t.
q satisfy the higher aspirations of her ma
h ture-a SEPARATIONS which had been born il
her blood, and which came of generation
s of antecedent culture, The first occasion
&c on which these higher impulses had foun'
,e congenial food was when she had met tn
n young artist. she carried her sKetcl
W home and would never part with it. Hi
refined, intellectual face, haunted all he
|, day dreams. From that hour, new ele
3. ment entered into her life she becam
" conscious that there were other people be
1t side the dull, plod@ing ones with whol
IS her lot had been cast; she aspired to ris
IN to the level of such all her leisure hour
IS were spent in studying; gradually, ,'hroug
re- her influence, her unclo's household gre
c. more or less refined and, finally, he
ID uncle himself became ambitious for Nellie
US and, as he had no children, consented, {
~ his wife's entreaty, to send the young gi
d. to first class boarding school,