Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1871-12-22

bearing marks Of decided talent.
Lutte no longer wondered at the misun
derstandipg and depreciation which the boy
met with on every hand among his associates
Those who are Of earth, early, like the
man with the muck rake, are totally blind
to the intelligence that seeks to rise above
the mere striving for the meat which perish
eth.
Lutte stood behind him for few moments,
and then finding him still silent, laid her
hands upon his shoulder He started and
looked up, whe she perceived there were
tears in his eyes
'Why, Harvey" she said with pleas
ant smile, sdid you do that I? Who taught
you to draw ~
mo one, ma'am," replied the youth,
Strengthening his dropping shoulders, GIVE
made this good many times, but it never
looks as it does out DOORS I've madel things
like it ever since was little boy. I'D
like to be painter, but it's no usc wishing"
'What is it to prevent you from being
painter, if you wish it so much p asked
Lutte III @4
"'Taint no use. Father says it's TALL
moonshine, and can get my living better
ways than daubing things to hang up on
and the Respondent tone grew hard and
bitter
Still I think, you can be a painter if
you try. There's nothing like trying, you
know"
Lute's sympathies were deeply excited.
How could she best cheer and assist this
poor, longing, craving soul, striving for
higher attachments w t
A sudden inspiration came to her. She
seated herself in a ncighboring desk, and
told him of the humble Italian boy, who.
on viewing the shapes Of beauty depicted on
canvass by the great masters, felt his soul
thrill within him, and exclaimed, 81. too,
am painter" and thenceforward toiled on
through every difficulty, until he had made
his proud declaration reality, and all Italy
bowed at the shrine Of his genius.
Thank you. teacher-Miss Raymond.
I mean. will try and be painter; but
how shall / begin :" and then the old shad-
ow returned for moment. 'sFather won't
consent; he'll never help me-" 2
"God helps him who helps himself, Har-
vey. Everything is possible to him that
wills. I will help you as far as I can. I
have some drawing materials among my
baggage-you are welcome to; and have
an artist friend in the city, will speak to
in your behalf Now it is time to go see
how dark it is growing. Don't try to thank
me-" she continued, observing the youth
was struggling with his feelings, in order to
speak II am glad to do you SO small
kindness please say no more about it
Goodnight" and Harvey Bruce was left
alone, wondering if one of the angels he had
read of in his Bible, had not, in reality,
come down from heaven, to brighten his
cherries life.
The next morning Lutte was as good as
her word, and Harvey found himself in pos
session Of package of pencils, color-box,
and some drawing paper, things Of small
moment to Lutte, in her affluent life, but
which were mine of gold to the recipient
Nor did her good Offices stop here. By
dint of gentle coaxing, and def feminine
wiles, she persuaded farmer Bruce to give
an ungraci ous consent that Harvey should
study to be an artist; and from that time
forward, the grateful youth was her devoted
slave and champion, considering himself we'll
paid for all bis exertion, by even word or
smile.
At the close of school, when Lutte was to
go back to her city life, and Harvey to his
studio, the pupils crowded around the teach
er, who had so endeared herself to all, SO
that they might exchange good-bycs, and
tender their modest keepsakes. Lutte, after
kind word and smile for each and all,
turned to Harvey, who stood apart from the
rest.
He came timidly forward, and placed in
her hand little sketch of the school,room.
with himself at his desk, and his teacher
near him, as In their unforgotten conversa-
ton She smiled as she took it, and thank
ed the donor with kindest words Of common,
dation
II don't doubt you will be painter yet,
Harvey" said she. ss.ss.
The poor fellow attempted to reply, but
the words died in whispers He could only
calculate husky goodbye and rushed
from the room. aa ~
30 teacher and pupil parted, and the years
went by until ten were told.
Lutte Raymond, ten years older than when
she presided over the little district school Of
Oxford sat wcarily plying her needle, in a
small sewing-room, in the waning light Of
dull November day. Her features were
thinner and her face paler than in the by
gone time, and her faded black dress told of
vicissitudes and bereavement met and en-.
dured. .aa
She had known both poverty and orphan.
age. and as hired seamstress from house
to house, she was thankful, by unremitting
toll, to earn the pittanee WHICH kept body
and soul together. Round her, piled in
luxurious profusion on the tables and chairs,
were rich silks, delicate laces, and all the
dainty perquisites Of fashionable attire, SEEM
ing like SO many reminders of light, careless
life left SO far behind,
She brushed her hand across her eyes,
and sewed YEARLY on.
The door opened, and her employer en-
tered, supercilious lady, brilliantly dress
ed, and evidently accustomed to having her
will undisputed.
"How do you progress, Miss Raymond p
she coldly asked.
Lutte. in reply, briefly stated the amount
of work necessary for the completion of the
rich garment she was engaged upon.
"That is WE'LL" was the answer. II
would like it to be finished tomorrow noon,
that may wear it to the reception at Mr..
Rruce's studio; his last picture is on exhi-
/ bition. and every one. will be there. Can
you finish it by that time 2" :
II will try, Mrs. Fawcett; the evenings
, are long"
every we'll. You shall be paid accord
ingly. And the naughty woman left the
room. z LysEe4
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