The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1877-07-18
ALL OUT OF DRAWING.

and lew old, that constituted th,
committee of the Society O
Water. Colors''--not the society who's
movements are chronicled with 5,
much interest by all the art Journal
of Great Britain, b 1t little, simple
minded society composed of amatuer
aud young artists, with one OF tw,
veterans to give it backbone.
At the time our story opens thcy
were sitting 10 Judgment on tb,
pictures sent in for their annual ex
bibi,iop, and they looked critical ant
grave, as be6tted their task. Through
the balf open door glimpses could b.
caught of several anxious ones in The
receptioo-room waiting to know theil
fate. The talk bummed on among
the committee. and at last the fla,
went forth-au the pictures were te
be accepted. To this one Of the vet
er4ns-a good.looking man of thirty
Gve-obiected.
There is one really too abominably
bad" said be. That Scene from
Macbeth it would never do to have
that"
20 come. Stretton. you're too par
licular. 1t will pass muster among
the rest"
"No, it won't: it will be disgrace
to the exhibition Inst look at Mac.
beth's legl and the color--perfeetly
raw! it will never do"
So the hum began again, and the
result was that the Scene from
Macbeth" was literally and fgura-
lively turned face to the wall.
Stretton, satisfied at having saved
tue honor of the society. left the
Others to settle the remaining busi-
ness. and WAS walking out Of the
room, when be came face to face
with Boggs, q good natured little
amateur. who could not draw "any
more than frog what hasn't got no
tail,n but was immensely eonceited,
to make up for it. He caught ct
Sretton eagerly.
IL say, old fellow, you've done i'll
You know that picture you insisted
upon turning out? Well. il was
painted by young girl. aud che
was in the next room and heard every
word that You said, and has gone
home crying her eyes out"
by George!" exclaimed Stretton.
looking dismayed, I'm awfulIy
sorry. I wouldn't have had it hap
pen for the world. Poor little
thing! Confound my stupidity l
might have known better. What
shall | do? Where is the picture !'
She's taken it home with her"
said little Boggs-
What an Internal idiot | was ?,
went on S,retton. "Poor little girl
say. Boggs, you're going my way.
Suppose we lay our heads together
and see what can be done 2"
Very good" said little Boggs.
The walk was not q very long one,
and our two friends did not loiter,
vet they evidently accomplished
for when they parte d,
where their paths diverged. Strettou
said: Then you'll do it tomorrow,
old fellow ?"
And little Boggs replied: Il will,
and report to you afierward."
The next morning. as the poor
little girln sat painting away 10 q
c 5rner of her sit ing room, while her
mother dozed and crocheted and la
men,ed the days when Mr. Grierson
was alive, aud they did not have TO
live in lodgings. the dingy, over
grown servaatgirl announced q gen.
Ilemau TO see Miss Grierson. and
Mrs. Grierson fed to tie adjoining
bedroom, despite ber daughters as
surance that ''ber dress was all right, !"
as little BJggs entered looking very
much as If he wished be hadu't
come.
Miss Grierson remembered his
face, aud the thought of her rejected
picture made her turn bot and cold
Little Boggs introduced b imself,
znd plunged an medias res: I'm
swfally sorry, Miss Grierson, that
you heard what was said yesterday,
and -"
III is 10 latter Of no consequence
at ALL" interrupted Miss Griersoo,
with rs much wi,hering caluness as
i poor little Boggs had called her
picture "abominally bad"
We'll, but yout know, Miss GFier-
,on." persisted little Boggs, Il want
10 explain. ! think you ought to
Inow. NV frisnd--at least S;ret-
on. YOU know-be said that purely
,ut Of spite. He had quarrel With
rour father once, and be did that
Us, to spite you; he says 50 ban.
'.If. though, il my duty 20 tell
.ou. And wouldnt cot up s6ous
, at all. if | were You ! would just
,u, il 10 Saell's window, and let the
public judge. l did the sane thing
With one OF mine, and it went On
irst rate. Goodmorningw And 1T
lie Boggs blundered DOT Of the room,
ceiling like Q fool. aud looking much
be same, il must be confessed
Miss Grierson jumped up from her
hair. What q contemplate wretch!
To abuse nv poor liule picture and
urn il out Of lhe exhibition just
rom spite, To think that be hated
~ fsther@"
Who vas il, Edith p asked Mira
irierson, coming back to her easy
hair.
Some one from the society.
said Edith choking her
age
"D,e- any one want 10 buy your
picture ?"
NO. no, mamma; am cnly ad-
Used to put il in SHELLS window. 1
hall do il, and-Well, we shall
.ee.r
All the res. of the morning Edith