Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1877-07-06
ALL OUT OF DRAWING.

One sultry, sunny afternoon in MAY
there might have been seen" in large
sized room in an unpretentious building
at Noting Hill, England, a goodly crowC
of artists, many young and few old, tina
constituted the committee of the " So
ciety of Water Colors"-not tie society
whose movements are chronicled with Sc
much interest by all the art journals Of
Great Britain, but little, simple-mindeC
society composed of amateurs and young
artists, with one or two veterans to give
it backbone.
At the time our story opens they were
sitting in judgment on the pictures sent
in for their annual exhibition, and they
looked. critical and grave, as beftted
their task. Through the half-open door
glimpses could be caught of several
anxious ones in the reception.room wait
ing TO know their fate. The tall
hummed on among the committee, anC
at last the fat went forth--aU the pict
ures were to be accepted To this one
of the veterans-a good-looking man OF
thirty-fve-objected.
80 There is one really too abominably
bad, said he. That sScene from Mac
beth; it would never do to have that
40 come, Stretton, you're too par.
ticular. 1t will pass muster among the
rest.n
mo, it won't; 1t will be disgrace to
the exhibition. just look at Macbeth's
leg and the color-perfectly rawl II
will never do"
So the hum began again, and the re.
suit was that the "Scene from Macbeth
was literally and figuratively turned face
TO the wall.
Stretton, satisfied at having saved the
honor of the society, left the others to
settle the remaining business, and was
walking out of the room, when he came
face to face with Boggs-a good-natured
little amateur, who could not draw "any
more than a frog what hasn't got no
tall" but was immensely conceited, to
make up for it. He caught at Stretton
eagerly.
81 say, old fellow, you've done i'll
You know that picture you insisted upon
turning out? Well, it was painted by a
young girl, and she was in the next
room and heard every word that you
said, and has gone home crying her eyes
out.'r 1F 9tH
"By Georgew exclaimed Stretton, look
ing dismayed, "Pm awfully sorry. !
wouldn't have had it happen for the
world. Poor little thing! COnfound my
stupidity! might have known better
What shall do? Where is the picture?'
"She's taken it home with her." said
little Boggs.
"Wbat an internal idiot / WASP went
ON Stretton. Poor little grill say,
Boggs, you're going my way Suppose
sweiay our heads together and see what
can be done?"
"Very good" said little Boggs.
The walk was not long one, and our
two friends did not loiter, yet they evil
IDENTIFY accomplished something, for, when
they parted where their paths diyerged,
Stretton said: "Then you'll do it to.
morrow, old fellowP"
And little Boggs replied: II will, and
report to you afterward."
The next morning, as the "poor little
girl" sat painting away in corner of her
sitting room, while her mother dozed and
kcrocheted and lamented the days when
Mr.. Grierson was alive, and they did not
have to live in lodgings, the dingy, over
grown servant-girl announced a gentle
man to see Miss Grierson, and Mrs. Grier-
son fed to the adjoining bedroom, despite
her .daughter's assurance that "her dress
was all right, as little Boggs entered,
looking very much as If he wished he
hadn't come.
Miss Grierson remembered his face,
aud the thonght of her rejected picture
made her turn hot and cold together
Little Boggs introduced himself, and
plunged in mediGS res: E" Pm awfully
sorry, Miss Grierson, that you heard what
was said yesterday. and l."
" II is matter of no consequence at
all, )" interrupted Miss Grierson, with as
much whitening calmness as if poor lit
tie Boggs had called her picture "abom.
inally bad"
Well, but you know, Miss Grierson," 4"
persisted little Boggs, 81 want to ex.
plain. think you ought to know. My
friend-at least Stretton, you know-he
said that purely out of spite. He had a
quarrel with your father once, and he
did that Just to spite you; he says so
himself. l thought it my duty to tell
you. And wouldn't be cut up about it
at all, If were you. / would Just put
it in SHELLS window, and let the public
judge. did the same thing with one of
mine, and it went off frst-rate. Good.
morningr And little Boggs blundered
out of the room, feeling like fool, and
slooking much the same, it must be con
fessed.
e Miss Grierson jumped up from her
chair. What a contemplate wretchl
To abuse my poor little picture and turn
II out of the exhibition Just from spitel
To think that he hated my father"
Who was it, EdithY" asked Mrs
Grierson, coming back to her easy-chair
Some one from the society, mamma, /"
said Edith, choking her rage.
- Docs any one want to buy your pict-
s No, no, mamma; am only advised
70 put itin SMELLS window. shall do
it, and Well, we shall see.n
All the rest of the morning Edith sat
nursing her anger as she piled brush
and pencil. Her modification was gone,
and in its stead burned fierce hatred
toward rdbtetton, She would never forgive
hlns she-vowed hotly; she would never,
never forgive him, And she soOuId be
famous yet, and powerful, too. Perhaps
the day might come when the tables
would be turned. Abominably badp'
The picture should 60 TO SMELLS that very
afternoon, and the public should Judge,
as Mr. Boggs suggested.
And 70 SHELLS It went, but not to re-
main long. The next morning, when
Edith passed the shop, no blue aad brick
coler Macbeth graced the window. With
quite sensation" she entered, and
learned that il had been sold an hour be-
fore TO a gentleman who would like two