Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1874-10-02

depths of the prescribed shop; but she did
not mind it whit, and wiped her plump
. face, with vigor, and good nature, as she
paused moment before entering to exc
cute her commission.
The cobbler was very busy, as cObblers
. always are but to Oblige the young lady,
he would try TO have the boot fixed in an
hour. Janet thanked him for his condes-
cension, and telling him she would return
in that time, left the shop. Her business
occupied her longer than she expected, and
the time was passed by fifteen minutes
when she again, good deal hotter and not
quite so good natured, stood before the
cobbler, who was serenely stitching away
on IN embossed strap. Was the shoe
done OF course not. Did a cobbler ever
keep his word ? Never, and this one was
no exception to the rule. He was very
sorry, but gentleman had offered to pay
him we'll if he would mend that strap right
of. He was a poor man and The young
lady wouldn't be hard on him. Just wait
few seconds, and the shoe would be done
in twinkle. Janet felt still less good na-
.ured at this in truth she was downright
cross, and could have scol1ed the cobbler
soundly. But that would have only made
her warmer, without helping things, and
she refraired. The cobbler offered her a
rickety stool. She eyed it suspiciously and
turned to the door but the scorched street
and blazing sun were even less attractive :;
and accepting the stool as the lesser evil,
she placed it against the opposite side of
the shop, and gathered up her skirts, seat
ed herself to philosophize and steal the
cobbler's trade, while he fixed the shoe.
Alice had not maligned the place in her
description. 1t was both dirty and hot,
and the smell of the old leather that pre-
vaded it was far from refreshing, ,and Janet
was just debating whether it was making
her sick or sleepy, when small earthquake
suddenly agitated her stool, and the next
instan. she was striving to arise in an
ocean of old boots, shoes, lasts and lap
stones. The attempt was a failure but
before she had discovered it, pair of
strong arms lifted her to her feet, and she
found herself face to face with SIX feet of
masculine humanity, bronzed and bearded
in the most approved style, who exclaimed
eagerly.
Good Heavens, Miss, hope you are not
hurt How could you be so careless as to
sit before the door p
Now Janet wasn't in state Of mind to
receive meekly the most gentle reproof,
smarting as she was from her bruises and
a sense Of injury and these unfortunate
words fired her as n hot coal does gun
powder.
Careless ; indeed y You had better
take that to yourself you great clumsy ele
phant, and little civil too, in the bargain.
The idea ! AS if it weren't bad enough to
be pitched into a pile of dirty old boots and
shoes, without being told it was ones own
fault, for not knowing such n blockhead
was around. never heard of such impu-
dence Is that shoe done p and seizing
it moro quickly than politely, she flounced
out of the shop. before the astoDished man
could offer either apology or explanation.
She reached home at temperature con-
siderable above hundred. She threw the
shoe at Alice, and declining the invitation
for the evening, and refusing to answer any
questions on her disarranged attire, retired
to her room.
Alice and Matte attended the tea party
and the next day they were enthusiastic in
their admiration of the hero, Clarence
Crane. so handsome so intellectual, and
distinguished, and, oh, Janet you should
have met him, for he is an artist, and
paints such beautiful pictures. He has
given each of the Winslow girls one, and
they are exquisite
Janet shrugged her shoulders contcmptu-
ously, and said
Women, suppose in elegant silk dress
es, with plenty of jewelry and impossible
compilations or, perhaps, children with
crimped hair, standing over ilowe:s, war
ranted genuine French. Thank you my
concience haunts me for the canvas spoil,
and don't care to harrass my soul farther
by beholdiHg the sins of Others
Janet, you are incOrrisible /; but never
mind l told him you painted, and he will
soon call to see you
4 am exceedingly sorry, for he will only
get his trouble for his pains. | positively
decline 20 know him ~ and Janet saunter-
ed out on the lawn, where she stood few
moments, and then walked slowly back to
the house, and up to little room she called
her studio. We said Janet was not parti-
cularly lovely, nor was she in the general
acceptance Of the term; but the good Fa-
ther had given her, as he has every one of
His children, one gift in which she could
excel and find happiness this was paint
ing. Her whole soul was welded to it.
She reyeled in all that was beautiful in ma
ture, and saw beauty in everything. To
her eyes, rlcu cOlOrS duu uclCdlc tlutS WeTe
what the deep, full harmony chorus are to
the ear of the musician. As she closed the
door of this sanctuary behind her, the pet
ulant look faded from her face, and a
bright, soft radiance spread over it. She
went to her easel; bright, unfinished
landscape lay on it. She picked up brush
and added few strokes; but they Gid not
seem to please her, and, throwing the brush
aside, she took piece OF paper and began
to sketch careIessly. But rs she worked
she grew more interested, till she became
completely absorbed and had any one
been there to look over her shoulder, he
would have seen, growing under her hand ;
the face of the man who had brought her to
grief in the the cobbler's shop. She worked
on it about an hour and then springing up,
she took her landscape from the easel, and,
replaced it with a smaller canvas, she
transferred her sketch to it; and then, rs
though ashamed of what she had done, she
turned the face downward aud left the room,
looking the door behind her