The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-01-03
"Chut !" I calculated, cooling on the

Oruer some lunch into the dining room"
He smiled, returned the pressure of
my hand in frank, honest way that [
liked, and then looked after my darling
in way that did not like; for this was
not what I meant, and my jealousy was
aroused. [ expected some snufy-look-
ing old painter, not a grave, handsome
young fellow. But [ remembered Tom
Eden words" He is q gentleman, and
man Of honor and, casting away my
suspicious thoughts, / entered into the
subject at once.
ED half forgotten it, Isaid. "Shell
make good picture, eh ?"
Admirable, sir. Thatposition struck
me at once as / entered"
Ell show you better one than that,
my boy" [ chuckled. 'sBut I'm
business man, what's your fgure-the
prize, eh?"
He hesitated, and his hand trembled
as he said:
"Would = fifteen guineas be too
much ?"
Fifteen p said.
st should take great pains with it
it would be long task, he said, eager
~; and there was troubles in the
wrinkles of his forehead. "But if you
think it too much
st think it an absurd price, sir" I
said, testify, for Eden had said he was
very poor. "Why, Mr.. Elden gave
four hundred for a bit of scrap can
vas"
"By very clever artist, sir, he said,
with grave smile.
"Look here" I said, "Mr.-Mr.-
GRAVITY. You make q good picture of
it, and I'll give you fifty guineas. /"
He flushed, and looked panied.
LESS than half would pay me well,
sir" he said.
"Tut, tut stuff, man Elden told
me you were poor and hard up. You al
of business"
"Sir" he exclaimed, rising and look
ing at me angrily. ct came here ex-
| pecting the treatment-'
He stopped short, reeled, sank into his
chair, covered his face with his hands,
and sobbed like child.
"My dear sir-I-really-I-I didn't
mean" l stammered, perspiriDg at
every pore, for the position was most
painful.
"No, no." he said hastily, ct beg
your pardon. But-but, !" he continued,
striving manfully to master his emotion,
ct have been very i'll, sir, and I am
weak. I have been observation-disclosures
starving at times. / have not broken
bread since yesterday morning. coula
not without selling my colors. II am
much obiged-forgive me-let me go
back to town. Oh, my God, has it come
to this ?"
He sank back half fainting, but start
ed as I roared out, eco away!" for
Cobweb was coming into the room.
Thank you," he said. taking my
hand as he saw what I had done. cit
was SO kind of YOU"
"My dear fellow" I said, 'sthis is
terrible;" and I mopped my face.
"There, sit stilI-back directly"
I ran out to find Cobweb in the hall.
ooh, you dear, good father'' she
cried, with tears in her eyes. ''What a
kind surprise But is anything wrong?"
"Artist little faint" said. 'Here,
OLOD away IL UIG.
[ ran back with them, and made him
take some wine, and, thus revived, he
rose and thanked me.
"What are you going to do?' I said,
staring.
"I'm going back to town, SIR" he
said quietly, but with his lower lip trem-
bling. 81 am not fit to undertake the
task. [ thank you, but it is too late.
am not we'll"
[ looked at him as business man,
and in that brief glance, as in re7ela.
ton, I saw the struggles of a poor,
proud man of genius, who could not bat
tie with the world. I saw the man who
had sold, bit by bit, everything he
owned, in his struggle for daily bread,
and, as I looked at him, felt ashamed
that I should be so rich, and fat, and
we'll.
"Mr. Grantly." said, taking bis
hand, :" I am rough man, and spoiled
by bullying people, and having my own
way. I beg your pardon for what have
said and am going to say. You came
down here, sir, to paint my little girls
portrait, and you are going to pains it
before you go back to town; and when
you do go, you are going to have fifty
guineas in your pocket Hush not
word, sir. My old friend Eden told me
that you were gentleman and a man of
honor. Tom Eden is never deceived. |
Now, sir, please come into the dining
room and have some lunch. Not word, |
please II good food won't bring you
round, you shall have the doctor; for, as
the police say" I continued, laughing,
s. you're my prisoner but on parole. %
He tried to speak, but could not, and
turned away.
Cali right" I said; call right" and
I patted him on the shoulder, and walked
away to the window for few minutes
before turned back to find him more
composed.
That afternoon we all three went out
into the wood, and made Cobweb stand |
as [ had seen her on that day.
Grantly was delighted, and insisted
upon making a sketch at once: and then |