The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-03-22

) MI. buffoWs, crihk tnat ana you
feel better. SIR"
Relentlessly back again to the studio
for the long afternoon. The sun set st
late at this season! Work, work, work
No rest until the darkness crept il
upon us.
Remember you go to bed early to
nightv said my sitter as he slam met
the door just in time 10 miss seeing m,
drop my palette, face downward, on til,
floor, and myself after it.
| recovered from my faint to find the
studio quite dark, except for tiny ray
OF moonlight that lay on my little pic
ture of the wild-roses.
had just strength to drag myself to
the open window, where, hanging half
out of it, half in, the soft, cool evening
air revived me and filled me with de-
licious dreamy sense. forgot the
dreadful canvas behind me, and rem EN-.
bered Molly, and the garden so full of
roses. Why didn't 90 to her before
this sitter ofmine had quite killed me
Why? would. I'd so Friday and
stay over Sunday. The dream had
dreamed in the street on Sunday morn.
ing should be true. | CROPPED about the
studio and found candle, found a
match and lighted it. opened the secre.
tary, and sat down to il and wrote two
notes.
"Dear Molly May come Friday and
stay over Sunday? Yours, JoE."
"MR. -: Dear Sir i am not we'll
and am going out of town until Mon.
day. Shall therefore be obliged to
defer your sittings until Friday Of next
week. Yours respectfully,
"JosEPH BURROWS"
To these added their respective adj.
dresses; then found a pipe, filled and
lighted it, and began to smoke and feel
comforted. 1t was wonderful how much
better | felt already as locked the
studio door and groped my way down
the stairs and out into the lighted
street. went into restaurant and ate
some dinner-my first dinner in three
days. ! ate it with relish, and went
home afterward to make refreshing
toilet and 60 to bed.
How | slept and dreamed of Molly
and the garden of roses! How wax ed
with light heart, and ran up the stairs
when l went to my studio! How |
turned the big canvas to the wall with a
victorious laugh!
l smoked pipe and sang alternately
as | sat on the window-sill, and scraped
my three palettes clean, and put my
brushes to soak in turpentine, and lazei
and lounged and dreamed, and listened
for the postman who couldn't bring me
the letter wanted until the latest de.
livery.
l cashed my big check when | went
to lunch, and bought some paint
brushes and little gift for Molly, and
then went back and painted on my
wild.roses.
Molly was like wlld-rose. She was
like the dawn, the rosy, fresh, over.
dawn. No wonder couldn't
tell her the love that " as in my heart
for her. | had been trying to tell her
for five years. Does the sky tell the
dawn anything when she comes resist
iessly and floods it with uer beams?
Rat-tat-tat! Rat.tat-tat!
sprang to the door to see the post
mans retreating figure, and on the floor
at my feet the letter wanted. | tore
it open and kissed the name on the last
page of the sheet. kissed it all over.
| rushed to the window to read it by
the sunset light.
~ was thinking this morning that
I'd as lief be meadow with the sun on
it, one of my own dear meadows, that
have taught me so many things, and
helped to educate my ancestors before
me, when your note coming made me
that human relations were
then, except in such dumb |
fasion as / have described. so l must be
content to be myself. who is happily
70 oking forward to visit from her dear
bid cousin. l was wondering yesterday
f June hadn't reminded you of the |
visit you promised U.S. 1t seems to be a
particularly propitious time, though all |
lines are propitious for having our
friends with us but now the roses are
It their prime, and the foxgloves and
he rest wait your approval of their
beauty. Come by all means on Friday.
These days have been all out-ofdoor
lays with me. l am very faithful to
ny drawing, hoping to get great deal
If sketching done before the summer
cities down upon us with her sitting
neat. Tom tells me that shall be too
ate for the mail, but l hope not, for
hen it would be like you not 10 come.
Do come, whether you hear or not.
It will be so stupid of me if you
lon't.-M." (which may stand for NOR.
Iificaotin on my part).
The time that elapsed between the
reading of that letter, and the moment
when sat by Molly's side in a little
open wagon, driving from the steamboat
that had brought me there to the house
where Molly lived, is a complete blank
n my mind. don't know what did.
DR. how the hours went. knew that |
was sitting quite silent beside Molly.