The Republican journal., 1877-07-05
All Out of Drawing.

constituted the committee of the ..SOcpt
OF -ColorS not the society who's
movements are chlonicled with 50 niue
interest by all the art journals ot Gree,
Britain, but a little simple minded socict
composed OF amateurs and Young artist.
with one or two veterans to give if back
| bone.
At the time our story opens they Wel
sitting in Judgment on the pictures sen
IN Tor their annual exhibition, and the
looked critical and grave, us befittcd thei
task. Through the half-open door glimn
scs could be caught of several anyiou
ones in the reccption-room waiting t
know their fate. The talk humlned o
among the committee, and at last the fla
went forth-M the pictures were to b.
admitted. 10 this one of the veterans
a good looking man Of thirty-tive- ob
jected.
g There is one really too abominabl
bad" said he. That Scene from Mae
beth; it would never do to have that"
"Oh, come, Stretton, you're too partic
ular. 1t Will pass muster among the rest
"No, it wont; it will be disgrace t,
the exhibition. just look at Macbeth
leg. and the color-perfectly raw, i
will never do"
50 the hum began again, and the re-
suit was that the .'Sccne from Macbeth
was literally and fyurativcly turned face
| to the wall
Stretton, satisfied at having saved the
honor OF the society, left the others tt
settle the remaining business, and was
walking out of the room, when he came
face to face with Bogys-a good-natured
little amateur, who could not draw ''anv
more than frog what hasn't got no tail ;
but was immensely conceted, to make up
tor 1t. He caught at Stretton eagerly.
Il say, old fellow, you've done it, You
know that picture You insisted upon turn
ing OUT Well, it was painted by young
girl, and she WAS in the next ROOM and
heard every word that you said, and has
gone home crying her eyes out"
''By Jove.' exclaimed Stretton, look
ing dismayed. I'm awfullv sorry. |
wouldn't have had it happen for the
world. Poor little thing. Contound my
stupidity. | might have known better.
What shall do . Where is the picture ="
'Shes taken it home with her." said
little Boggs.
"What an informal idiot | was" went
on Stretton. 'Poor little girl | say.
Boggs, you're going my way. Suppose
va, ,l2y uul. hnndS tn"ether and see What
"Nerv good said little Boggs.
The walk was not Il long one, and our
two friends did not loiter, vet they cyl
IDENTITY accomplished something, for when
they parted where their paths diNcrged,
Strctton said, "Then you'!l do it to-mor-
row, old fellow p
And little Boggs replied, II will, and
report to you attcrWard.'
The next morning as the ''poor little
girl sat painting away in a corner OF her
sitting room, while her mother dozed and
crocheted and lamentcu the days when
Mr.. Grielson was alive, and they did not
have to live in lodgings, the dingy over
grown servant-girl announced Il gentle
man to see Miss Grerson, and Mrs. GIler-
son fled to the adjoining bedroom, despite
her daughters assurance that cher dress
was all right as little Boggs entered,
hadn't come
Miss Grcrson remembered his face, and
the thought Of her rejected picture made
her turn hot and cold together.
Little Boggs introduced himself, and
plunged IN Mctlius res. Pm aWiully
sorry, Miss Grierson. that You heard what
was said yesterday, and /"
at is Il matter of no consequence at
ALL" interrupted Miss Grierson, with as
much whitening calmness Us if poor little
Boggs had called her picture ''abomina
bly, bad"
"Wcll, but YOU know, Miss Grierson,
persisted little BoggS, 81 want to explain
| think YOU ought to know. My friend
at least Stretton, YOU know he said that
purely out Of spite. He had Il quarre
with your father once, and he did that
Just to spite you; he says SO himself
thought ii my duty to tell you. And
wouldn't be cut up about it at all, if Wer,
you. | would Just put it in SHELLS win
dow, and let the public judge. did tht
same thing with one of mine, and it went
off tirst-ratc, Good-morning And lit
tie Boggs blundered out of the room, feel
ing like fool, and looking much the
same, it must be confessed.
Miss Grierson jumped up from her chair
'What a contemplate wretch. TO abuse
my poor little picture and turn it out o
the exhibition just from spite. To thinl
| that he hated my father
'Who was it Edith ~ asked Mrs. Grier
son, coming back to her easy chair.
Some one from the society, mamma,
said Edith, choking her rage.
"Does any one want to buy your pic
| ture ,"
"No, no, mamma; | am only advised
to put it in SHELLS window. | shall do it
and-Well, we shall see"
All the rest of the morning Edith Sd
nursing her anger as she piled brush an,
pencil Her modification was gone, an,
in its stead burned a fierce hatred towar,
Stretton. She never would forgive him
she vowed, hotly; she would never, neve
forgive him. And she W0uld be tamou
yet, and powerful too. Perhaps the da
might come when the tables would b
turned. "Abominably bad. " The pic
ture should 90 to SHELLS that very after
noon, and the public should Judge, as MI
Boggs suggested.
And to SHELLS it went, but not to re
main long. The next morning, whe
Edith passed the shop, no blue and bric
color Macbeth graccd the window. Wit
| tullC tt StllSutloll Sic tlltClttl, ull
learned that it had been sold an hour bt
fore to a gentleman who would like tw
more Shakspearean subjects, if she woul
paint them.
What an impetus that gave her. Th
path to glory seemed opening before he
She walked home as if crowned wit
laurel, and entered the little semi de
tached house as she would the Temple
Fame.
The two Shakspearean subjects III,
with success, and put Il few pounds
Edith's slender purse.
Mrs Grierson began to complain thu
Edith never left her easel now except
60 to SMELLS; then Edith would comfo
her by promising her all sorts of luXurit
when she should be a Royal Academicial
or something equivalent to it.
! Edith had the languid Italian tempers