Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1871-10-03


back in girlish disgust. walked away 10
the house. We had some Of the mullet
broiled for supper, but | am bound osay
that their flavor did not equal their color;
and when saw the rest thrown careless
ly away. | wished with Rite, that they
were alive and happy again in the blue
lake But, dear me when Rob came he
entered right into Bert's enthusiasm. and
wished he cnuld have gone fishing NIL
day too.
He had his chance the next morning,
however, not being obliged 10 60 to the
city. He and Bert were OFF by dawn,
with Il bic lunch in their basket, and sing
inc like minstrels. The rest of us being
eil to our own devices. Kate Devinc 81
cluded herself To write letters, and !,
most Unexpectedly. cot my treasure out
of the day by discovering something new
in Rite. hui taken my book, and waS
going arru>s the fields to II picturesque
old oak tree that shaded corner ut the
pasture. | kept along by the wall, care
fully skirting the tall timothy, with It's
bIuish-purple heads, so aS not to spoil the
moving. when suddenly. nestled down
in the grass, | came upon Rite; and she
was making sketch the dainie>t thing
YOU ever saw She had her siltcrs; aud
they were patient oues. all but onc--a
great blue ,lragon.f)y, who scared I'm.
easily over the grass tops. But she had
him already soaring in her sketch aS naiu
raj aS lie She WAS drawing u single
ciump ol grass, with ils icalhcry heads,
a gold headed spider weaving H. web
llum stem Ia stem. and u patient eater
pillar intellectually climhn. al lin" base
'-Oh. Rite. Rite :" cried, watching her
pencil, ''how did YOU ever learn Ia d" up
For she Was only little inccu.vear old
school, girl. YOU know. scing Ioa country
district school.
She throw back her hair and looked up.
Il suppose take ii from my father"
,he said simply; che was an artist. -
Aud then remembered how aunt Robbie
lold me ut The poor artist who died young.
and. quickly followed by his wife, bad
lett this child an orphan He had never
attained To any cminencc. but that thorc
was something genuine in him. was
proved hy this heritage OF his child, She
had had no training; her eyes aud fingers
seemed TO travel right of themselves
The short of it WAS ! took her over TO
the pasture with me. where she made nc
a drawing OF my iavoritc gnarly old oak,
with the empty crows nest in il, and then
another OF the gray, mossy rock behind
us. was in ecStacy.
Il will make YOU my little cOmradc,' |
told her. land you shall go with uS ON
our sails and rides, and make me gems
of pictures TO remember the summer by;
aud when Rob and | 90 TO Europe wc
will take YOU 10 sketch rs IN album full
ol delights.
IL will 90 if you will take me" said
little Rite, eye and cheek kindling.
II WAS past noon when we got lack 10
the farm house, and found the fishermen
had returned. Rob was cleaning perch
in a corner of the yard, but Bert and Miss
Devine sat at case in the veranda. ear
nestly discussing monograms. 1t was
when monograms were first the Rage, and
Bert had some pretty specimens in his
note book 10 show. lie, had made few
scrawling attempts TO weave together
his own initials bu, in vain.
IL wish some one would design me
monogram, he exclaimed, laughing
something really original and artistic,
YOU know. Come, Miss Kate. isn't thai
the thing you ladies are supposed to do?
Make me n monogram, and I'll give you
anything you like"
That's a dangerous promise, SIR
she said, bending her lusirous eyes mean
ingly upon him.
Cant help it. he replied rccklessly
"I'm perishing Tor II monogram. Take
my name. my purse, my life, but give
me monogram The truth is, Miss
Kate, ] believe it to be an impossible
combination. Just listen, Bertram De
Witt Morley Who could ever make
anything out OF such set of initials
Could you? wish you could"
I'm afraid I've not the power" said
Miss Devinc, with what sounded like Il
real sigh; but she made quite n show
nevertheless. of writing his full name
down upon her ivory tablets.
had stopped with Rite few minutes
to glance over the monograms; but just
at this point Rob called. and we went to
watch his amateur performances.
Two days after, as was passing
through the parlor, Bet Morley stopped
me with very pleased face, and said he
had something very pretty TO show me.
1t WAS slip of paper with monogram
/ on it-his own, b. ID. w. Mas pretty
and graceful n design as you can imag-
inc. can't really describe it, but per.
haps you can compose it for yorsclf out
OF these materials rustic bar-posts,
with two bars slanling down and two in
place, and then perfect wealth of rose.
vine twining in and out.
Isn't it charming?" he asked; "and
would you have thought it was in her t.
do il ?"
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