Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1872-03-21

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faint, but | kept up bravely until two
o'clock, when plump upon the hour my
sitter looked at his watch and said
"Holloa Lunch-time Come along p
Faint, weary, disheveled, | went with
him. l managed to find voice to say ::
No ale, than you. I've not break
tasted to-day"
mot breakfastedr roared my sitter.
81 tell you, young man, if you expect
to succeed in life, you must keep reg
ular, steady hours. Go to bed early
and get mp early.n
don't know what he thought had
been doing. ! could say nothing, but
met his steady, reproving look with
guilty blush of course, and knew that he
aid to himself: ooh these artists are a.
loose sort of folks.'' Aloud he said
Walter, bring here a glass of soda
water with q little extra soda. Now,
Mr.. Burrows, drink that and you'll
feel better, SIR"
Relentlessly back again to the studio
for the long afternoon. The sun set SO
late at this season Work, work, work
No rest until the darkness crept in
upon us.
Remember you go to bed early to-
nightr said my sitter as he slammed
the door just in time to miss seeing me
drop my palette, face downward, on the
floor, and myself after it.
l 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,
hcious dreamy sense. l forgot the
dreadful canvas behind me, and remem-
bered Molly, and the garden so full of
roses. Why didn't I 60 to her before
this sitter of mine had quite killed me .?
Why? l would. I'd go Friday and
stay over Sunday. The dream had
dreamed in the street on Sunday morn
ing should be true. l CROPPED about the
studio and found a candle, found a
match and lighted it, opened the secre-
tary, and sat down to it and wrote two
notes.
"Dear Molly: May I come Friday and
stay over Sunday? Yours, JoE."
NAh' OOdi Oh i all uOG well,
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; Their found pipe, filed and
lighted it, and began to smoke and feel
comtorted. 1t was wonderful how much
better | felt already as | locked the
studio door and CROPPED my way down
the stairs and out into the lighted
street. went into a restaurant and ate
some dinner-my first dinner in three
days. | ate it with relish, and went
home afterward to make refreshing
toilet and go to bed.
How | slept and dreamed of Molly
and the garden of roses! How l walked
with light heart, and ran up the stairs
when | went to my studiol How |
turned the big canvas to the wall with a
victorious laugh
| 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 LACED
and lounged and dreamed, and listened
for the postman who couldn't bring me
the letter | wanted until the latest de-
livery.
| cashed my big check when l went
to lunch, and bought some paint
brushes and little gift for Molly, and
then l went back and painted on my
wild-roses.
Molly was like wild-rose. She was
like the dawn, the rosy, fresh, over
whelming dawn. No wonder couldn't
tell her the love that was in my heart
for her. l had been trying to tell her
for five years. Does the sky tell the
dawn anything when she comes resist
4essly and floods it with her beams?
Rat-tat-tatl Rattat-tat!
[ sprang to the door to see the post
mans retreating figure, and on the floor
at my feet the letter l wanted. | tore
it open and kissed the name on the last
page of the sheet. l 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
remember that human relations were
impossible then, except in such dumb
fasion as l have described. so l must be
content to be myself, who is happily
looking forward to visit from her dear
old cousin. was wondering yesterday
if June hadn't reminded YOU of the
visit you promised US. 1t seems to be a
particularly propitious time, though all
times are propitious for having our
friends with US but now the roses are
at their prime, and the foxgloves and
the rest wait your approval of their
beauty. Come by all means on Friday.
These days have been all out-ofdoor
days with me. l am very faithful to
my drawing, hoping to get great deal
OF sketching done before the summer
settles down upon US with her sitting
heat. Tom tells me that l shall be too
late for the mail, but l hope not, for
then it would be like you not to come.
Do come, whether you hear or not.
1t will be SO stupid of me if YOU
don't.--M." (which may stand for NOR.
tifcaotin on my part).
The time that elapsed between the
reading of that letter, and the moment
when | sat bv Mollv,s side II, n 1;+.I