The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-07-26
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there might have been scen 10 3 large.
sized room Ia Aa aBpusienlIons buildisg
al Noting Hiii, Englsnd, goodly crowd
oi srsiaS, masy young and few old,
tbA, constituted The committee Of The
Society Of Water Coi0n--not ~ society
whose movements are chronieled with 20
8aach ialcrcstby All the art journals Of
Great Britain, bn.s little simple-minded
ADeisly composed OF smalcurs and young
aTslas. with one or two veterans 70 give
! 4 BAckLsue.
AZ The time our story opens they were
sitting IN judgment on the picinres sent
IN for their annual exhibition, and they
looked critical and grave, As bedued
itheir lAs& Through the half open door
iglfbrsA could ~ eAugl,t several anxious
ones in thc reception room walllng to
know their fate. The talk hummed on
AmoDg the committee, and st last The fiat
Hsia GoSth47dEl tho pictnfes were TO be
admitted. TO this one Of the veterans
good-looking man Of 95--objecied
There Is Que really too sbominably
bad, said he. ThSt Scene from Macbeth /;
il would never do to have that.
dOk, GONE, strelton. yoH'fe loo pariicu.
lar. II will pass muster among the rest
No, II won't; IL will be disgrace TO
the exhibition. Just look at Macbeih's
legI and The color-perfectiy raw IL
will never do.
So the hum began again, and the result
was that the Scene from Macbeth was
literally aud igurstively turned lace TO
the wall.
stretton, satisfied at having saved Il e
honor OF the society, left the others to
settle the remaining business, and was
waking oul OF fbe room, when he came
face 10 face with liQggs-a good-natnred
iah faIaateur whe could not draw any
more than frog what HASN'T got no tail,
but was immensely conceited TO make mp
for IL. Tie caught at Snetton eagerly.
| say, old fellow, you've done i'll You
know that picture you insisted upon
tarniag. oail Wsll, il was painted by a
young girl, aud she was 10 The next room
and heard every word that you said, and
has gone home crying her eyes out.
BY Joye! exclaimed Stretton, looking
dismayed, Pm mawfaiIy sorry. pwouldn't
have had it happen for the world. Poor
little Thing! Couiound my stupidity |
| might have known better. What shall
dol Where is the picture?
She's taken it home with her, said lit
The Boggs. hkLA 8aM4kA
What All Internal idiot was. went on
Stretton. Poor little girl! say, Boggs,
you're going my way.--Suppose we lay
our heads together and see what can be
donel
Very good, said little Boggs.
The walk was not long one, and onr
two friends did not loiter, yet they evil
dently accomplished something, for
when they parted where their paths di-
verged, Stretton said, Then you'll do ii
tomorrow, old fellow?
And little Boggs replied, will, aud
report to you afterward.
The next morning as the poor little
girl sat painting away in q corner of her
sitting-room, while her mother dozed
and crocheted and lamented the days
when Mr.. Grierson was alive, and they
did not have to lire In lodgings, the din
gy overgrown servant girl ann onnce d
b gentleman to sec Miss Grierson, and
Mrs. Grierson fed to the adjoining bed
room, despite her daughters assurance
that her dress was all right, as little
Boggs entered looking very much as il
he wished ho hadn't come.
Miss Grierson remembered his face,
aud the thought Of her rejected picture
made her ,iurn hot and cold together.
Little Boggs introduced himself and
plunged an medias res. I'm awiulIy cor
ry, Miss Grierson, that you heard what
was said yesterday, aud +
1t is q matter of no consequence at all,
Interrupted Miss Grie:soh, wilhas much
withering calmne's as If poor little Boggs
bad called her picture sbominably bad.
Well, bat you know, Miss Grierson,
pefsisi,,d little Boggs, want TO explain.
u think you ought to know. My friend
--at least Strellou, you know - he said
that purely out OF spite. lie had quar-
rel with your father once, and he did
that just TO spite you; be says 50 himself
| thought tiny duty to tell YOU. And
| wouldn't be cut up about it all, If /
were you. | would just put ii in SHELLS
window, and let the public Judge. did
the same thing With one OF mine. aud il
went off iirst-rate. Good-mnrniug And
little Boggs blundered ont Of the rootn,
feeling like fool, and looking much The
same, II must be confessed.
Mics Grierson jumped up from her
chair. What 3 contemplate wretchi
To abuse my poor little picture and turn
Iil onso the e1hibIuon just from spite!
To think that he hsted my father
Who was 1t Edith! asked Mrs. GrieF-
son, coming back TO her easy chair.
Some one from the society, mamma,
said Edith, choking her rage.
Does amy one want TO bay your pic
tureg
No, no, mamma; | stn only advised To
pot II 10 Snell's window. shall 30 il,
and-well, we shall see
All the rest OF The morning Edith sat
nursing ber anger as che piled brush and
pencil. Her modification wac gone, and
10 It's steSd burued fierce hatred to-
ward stretton. She never would forgive
him she vowed hotlv. she gould never