The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1863-12-01

Look here, mister, rejoined joe hercely,
at the same time laying his papers on by
drant so as to be ready for fight if it should
prove necessary, none av yer toolin-d.dn't
| SAY Id come? And don't want none OF
yer money, nuther, till I've earned it,
So saying, Master Joseph turned haughtily
upon his heel, and catching up his papers, COM
meuced shouting Sun eraldand- New-Er-yp
in sublime disregard Of artists in general, and
Mr.. Inman in particular.
Early on the following morning while the
artist was in his studio preparing for the days
work, he was startled By . double quick on
the bare stairway.
In another instant, strangely IN contrast
with the daring ascent, modest knock was
heard at the door.
Come in shouted the artist, we'll
pleased at the punctualIty of his sitter. The
door creaked and, looking up, what sight
presented itself to his astonished gaze There
stood his sitter, indeed but, alas, it was
no longer the newobOy, no longer the 10. up
on whom the artist sou had been teastng
in dreams the long nigl through. The boy
had actually been washed his pantaoons
had been neatly brushed and mended, his
coat exchanged for a noat-itting Sunday
jacket his tattered straw ha, abandoned for &
trim gray cap, and the shining, matted curIs
were cropped off close to his head, leaving
only dlngy stubbe IL their place.
You young rascal, you, gasped the dis
appointed artist what in mischief name
have you been doing to yourself?
Dom, sir ? was the meek reply /
haint bin dom nothin--yer did MT tell me
ter come atore nine ocIock-and had ter
sell all me mornin' papers, sir, afore | went
home ter slick up and dress
To dress !! echoed Mr.. Inman savagely
and who tod you, you little scoundrel to
rig yourself up in that style?
Couldn't help it, sir, apologized Joe me
shoes an jacket is new, sir, or was a month
ago-evreythin' on me S decint but me
0reeehes-and fur that matter sir, | could
have new pair by next week, if you'd wait
This was too much for the poor artist He
sprang from his chair-and would have flown
into violent passion, had he not burst into
hearty fit Of laughter
The boy looked puzzled for an instant, and
then after casting an almost fearful look up
on the breeches, which he believed to be the
sole cause of the artists emotion, turned in.
dignantly toward the door,
Stay said his companion, suddenly
checking his mirth, come back, my boy We
do rot understand each other. | wanted to
paint you as you looked yesterday, and now
you have spoiled yourself for my picture by
putting on your best clothes and cutting your
hair. Do you understand p
He he grinned Joe, that's the 60, is
it, sir? We'll, I'm bowed if l ever'd although
of gettin' my picture took in them air Old
clothes but I'll step around an put EN- or
ag'ln in jitfy, sir, ii you say the word.
No, no, Joe ; not to-day. The hair wa.
what wanted particularly How long do you
think it will be before you can raise another
headful, my man Z?
Not long, sir, replied Joe cheeringly
I've got reg lar mop, sir, generally. It'ud
have bin down to me heels afore this if nam.
my hadn't cropped it off last Sunday-schoo
exhibition. She Clipped extra close this morn.
ing, yer see, on account Nv having me pctur
took, he he But it'll be out in less nor a
month, sir
Whether the artist concluded to wait for
the hair or not do not remember, as it is
many years since he told me the incident
Certain it is, however, that Joe, though a
man grown now, land let US believe, an hon
est and good man, is living an eternal youth
in Inmaps picture Of the Newsboy -Inde.
pendent.