Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1877-07-11

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is the picture :" ,
"Shes taken it home with her." said
little Boggs.
"What an internal idiot | was !"
went on Stretton. "Poor little girls
say, Boggs, you're going my way
Suppose we lay our heads together
and see what can be done p
Every good said little Boggs.
The walk wasnot a long one, and
our two friends did not loiter, yet
they evidently accomplished some
thing. for when they parted where
their paths diverged, Stretton said,
"Then you'll do it tomorrow, old
fellow p
And little Boggs replied, 81 will,
and report to you afterward."
The next morning as the "poor
little girl sa. painting away in a
corner of her sitting-room, while scr
mother doZed and crocheted and
lamcnted the days when Mr.. Grief'
son was alive, and they dld not have
to live in lodgings, the dingy over
grown seryant,girl announced a gentle
man to see Miss Grierson, and Mrs
Grierson fled to the adjoining bed
room, despite her daughters assurance
that "hcr dress was all right" as little
Boggs entered looking very much as
if he wished he hadn't come.
Miss Grierson remembered his face,
and the thought of her rejected pic
ture made her turn hot and cold to,
gethcr.
Little Boggs introduced himself,
and plunged in medias res. "lm
awfully sorry, Miss Gnerson, that you
heard what was sad yesterday, and
l.
cit is a matter Of no consequence
at an," interrupted Miss Grlerson,
with as much wtherlng calmness as il
poor little Boggs had called her pic
turc "abominably bad"
"Well, but you know, Miss Grier
son" persisted little Boggs Il want
to explain. ] think you ought tt
know. My frlend-at least Stretton,
YOU know-he said that purely out o1
spite. He had a quarrel with YOU
father once, and he did that just &c
spite you: he saws so himself.
thought it my duty to tell you. An(
| wouldn't be cut Up about it ali, il
were you. l would just put it il
Smells window, and let the public
Judge. / did the same thing will
y one of mine, and it went off tirstratc
Good-morning =! And little Bogg
blundered out OF the room, feeling
like a fool, and looking much th
same, 1t must be confessed.
Miss Grerson jumped up from he
). chair. "What 4 contemplate wretch
To abuse my poor little picture ant
! turn it out of the exhibition just from
, spite! TO think that he hated m.
@ father"
e "Who was it Edith ?" asked Mrs
T. Grierson, coming back to her easy
Q chair.
4 "Some one from the society, mann
0 ma" said Edith, choking her rage.
c "Does any one want to bay you
5 picture 2
"No, no, mamma ] am only at
y vised to put it in SHELLS window.
n shall do 1t, and-well, we shall see.
G All the rest of the morning Edit
sat nursing her anger as she Pile
o brush and pencil Her mortlhatlo
g was gone, and in its stead burned
fierce hatred toward Stretton. Sl
,e never would forgive him, she VOWED
c. hotly; she would never, never TO
v give him. And she auould be famor
yet, and powerful too. Perhaps tt
le day might come when the table wcul
c. be turned. "AbominabIy bad " III
Iy picture should 60 to SHELLS that vel
afternoon, and the public shoul
ID Judge, as Mr.. Boggs suggested.
rs And to Smells it went, but not
ID remain long. The next mornin!
N when Edith passed the shop, no bit
a and brick color Macbeth graced Il
Id window. With quite a Sensation
at she entered, and learned that it ha
e. been sold an hour before to Il gent
Ie man who would like two more Shal
spearean subjects, if she would pail
! them.
I'd What an impetus that gave her !
as The path to glory seemed openin
as before her. She walked home as
ry crowned with laurel, and entered II
ne little semi detached house as she wou
the Temple of Fame.