Litchfield enquirer., 1877-03-22

present, ignoninious las 1t seemed, he was giving up what teA could and would do, for what he must. But it was worth while wwahima awhanha got fairly warmed up Bf4okk F1ht did really 90 to his q { nzrti tiSnI6ElT at tEis thab seemed to have taken possession of 1t with 8 swoop. Such sudden pacing backward for a more distant look, and such sudden dartiag up again for a new touch; such sudden tumbling of things together un- til they aN--pointed tha wrong way at once; and m .1Exferipus out-blo oming from the canvas as the work went on.
 He made no pretense to being n poet, of course, though he was forever hum- ming ssatches of songs at his work; but sthiS time he felt greatly tempted to try, Ifos Othia Sat De kge~ seemed to come @qsis .Up 6 sthe Occasion. He zwent over everything in the least appro- priate, dnfii zt last, one day, when a spec eadAs siesssf illi1g iP hisc hrflefs most tre-
 ~Lady bug Lady bug i Fly to your home. '"
 ssYou wretch, Pink !" he exclaimed the next moment but somehow after that he never could seem to rest until he had rig gsd thoze kerses of his own: 5tw5
 ~wandering far. wandering near,
 a .r zsfEayssh maiden whom ve hold dear
 t-s "a safsfly mansled m hope and fear ; zs- E1Esb Ere And never footprint leaving f
 o. Wandering. vanishing. maiden fai1,
 Float me tress of your golde2 hairl
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 Pink never conld get that last line fixed to suit him, so he left it, like some of his pictures till he could roll out unutterable things on that "Oh l'' although once in ,e while the recollection that, for aught the professor knew, her hair might be black as Erebus after all, broke him down into . merry shout in the midst of it. But he knew, if the professor didn (. that the hair WR golde4s heshlgged tight fo that con q 9P A2d rcfked a~ay ~ song and pic
 Did ever handful of withered flowers khnM such q resarrection before They, lay-in a box like a forsaken chrysalis. while their new life huttered out under Pinka brush with a hundred gleaming 8 win9R. al1 it was hard to believe that the : s8mss o1d peffume was not under them. as fresh as ever, still. The professor put his UusB down with an involuntary little sniff, when Pink called him to look at them, and then started back feeling very fool ish, and hoping he had not been aseen.r
 And now cauda flsetng of IMarl Pinxit was pFIveleged character at Dupils, and if he chose to place his kpictnre ins sfhe window, and then take his station inside and hover about near enough to keep an eye on it, no one made any remarks, and he went quietly on in his own way. But maate1ly inactivity was the hardest pos db1s fighting for him; and as. for the pro- lessor, he went housing about, peeping into Pinxit's r0Um, or trying in vain to settle down to some peobIem in the books, while the only problem that seemed of TimHdEeauqeNny AgpgerCwas depending en- 6FeIy On what the Gttl5 portrait painter should manage to do with 1t. tSlaSs ~ -si--
 FOrtunately, fashionable hours were sNnkt, nnd# Hlnxit was never away very lcAk 6 ume: but when he did come home and got settled into the easy-chair axain. he did not seem to have much to 3 a1s, nnd she professor watched him in a gFsAter fever of excitement every night.
 ''rm afraid, Pinnt, he said suddenly, stopping in Q monstrOuss set of compass skrIdes. 'lm afraid you've got some inag. nsxy roots m your equation. and if you M@xalws shnlI certainly come to grief |"
 Buk Pink seemed to have no more to reply to thiG than to anything else, and it vas clearly of no use. c. &E8 .< C'-'.t F
 Meantime the holidays logged gayly along, like the fiddle-bows of musicians n . merry interlude while the curtain v2its to rise. Christmas chimeswere for gotten. and everyone was waiting for the Gew. YeaRisbell to ring gsi s@DonS get into such red-hot fidget aboua #, though" said the little artist to himself; but it was hard to help it, for -whaaever= might be ready to tangle in his nss after the week were once past, he cer- tainly could not .sit s&d1 1watch any -leDgers is.Soia s.ss 4 !. s.. S.n seS Ssas New Years morning waking up in such eol0Es as he had been trying to mix for it He had painted a bright picture of thss and in sufficiently positive outline E toa Aad noW he must confess it was be- : sis z gss | fRs dia fAdlng little
 Not that he had really caught no one ont of the host of passers tripping in his snare; there was scarcely one who had not given it a look or gesture, and sometimes he mnml6sevmn tell what they were saving aboNf lhs1ugh ths chick eiass. But not oas zd NAnd on the dOek to ask if 1t coda bs bought, that he wasn't pre- pared for him; he had measured him exaetIy through the wind6w, and made up his mind ''Fhe picture was promised elsewhere; he was very sorry, and the re- grek was very sincere, for his bright pie IuRe faded little, as each one turned
 ..Your fOregronnd is getting pretty we'll foreShoTtened. Hnxik; N can't be denied, 9 he said to himself when only two more days remained; but what then If he re- membsred rightly. Eve had not made the shadaw of an appearance when ''the eve- ning and the morning were the fifth day. Y" c So 6s p1neked ap fFesh relay of spirits s1d carried the evening bravely through, taiFiy esskng the professor started on general problems long before it was over.
 Eye did not seem quite 50 certain pre- esaemk for Celeste. when morning came, hmk Pink had never beaten a retreat in his life. and he marched pluckily to his poak once more But he sat there feeling a IlEfls moPish after all, for broad day light ls snre to show realities, aud as If it were not enough to be disappointed. e szspSei0a that he had been making a fool aG himself began to creep disagree ,bly
 'Well. if your cOIors won't take, after sEuasn aous your .besF. z. he .began, as the a a&s @ose en, and he be vas almost tempt. ed to sleep on guard few moments, when suddenly he felt thrill His eyes flew Co their duty again, and there,-oh, his prophetic soul La tress of, golden hail was hastering straight toward him, saMHim@A the swindow-paneI sasssss.ss s Afs had tMlksd about cheek like a Fose. but no rose ever turned from white Co red. and back to white again, as this oae did before his little handful of sweet peas: and ss for the eyes, he could moi even guess al those, so steadily spell bound they seemed to the low cofner where his picture stood while a slender, aNFne mFanpe1 Egure sntood soutlined, mo. tzonKesa. a&ainst the glass.
 MnEsnts passed, and there was anot t sur in the situation. Pinxit and hii chmngeable rose both stood riveted; hs