The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-01-03
g She'll be quite away from all tempt

often receiving 1nylTatlOns.
This set me talking fishing, as I
called it in my great cunning to see if
there was one of the rocks ahead of
which I was in dread.
/ How shall you be able to leave all
your fine friends - parties and set
outs9" said. x
sob, Tn tired of them all p she said,
clapping her hands,.
"And gay cavaliers, with dandy airs
and mustaches. and programmes.
ella, ha, hap she laughed merrily;
and then. as it seemed to me in my jeal-
GUS watchfulness, turning the subject,
she began to talk about the country
place I had taken.
A fortnight later and we were settled
down; and really, with all my London
notions, I began to find the calm and
repose of the country delicious. Cob
web was delighted, and constantly drag
ging me somewhere or another into the
grounds of the pretty old place, where
she arranged garden seats in the snug
gest, shadiest spots for my especial be-
hoof.
AS have said, there was wilderness
of wood adjoining the garden, which
the former possessor had left in state
of nature, saving that he lad had the
old footpaths and tracks widened in
their old winding ways, carefully turfed
and dotted with chair here and there.
This wassCobweb's favorite place, and,
if I missed her out in the garden,
knew should find her here, with the
SUN raising shower of golden beams
through the network of leaves overhead,
to dance and flash among the waving
tresses of her long, golden hair.
One day found her leaning on dead
bough which crossed an opening In the
wood. where all seemed of delicate
twilight green. She was listening in
tently TO the song of a bird overhead,
and, asI stopped short, gazing at the pict-
ure before me, said to myself with
sigh:
"All that's bright must fade! My
darling, [ wish I had your likeness as
you stand. Time fies," I muttered,
"and the winter comes at last, with
bare trees to the wood-gray hairs and
wrinkles to the DID,"
She caught sight of me directly, and
the scene was changed, for was listen
ing the next moment to her merry, hap
Ply voice.
A day or two later I was in the city,
where [ always went twice week-for
could not give up business, it was part
of my life-when an old friend dropped
in, and, in the course Of conversation,
he said:
"By the way, Burrows, why don't
you have your PORTRAY painted ?"
"Bah stuff! What for?" I said.
"Well," said my old friend, laughing,
IT don't know, only that it would give
a poor artist I know Job; and, poor
fellow, he wants it badly enough"
"Bah !! I'm handsome enough with
out being painted" I said, gruf1y.
Then, as a thought flashed through my
mind-for saw again the picture in the
wood, with Cobweb leaning on the
branch" Stop a minute. Can he paint
well?"
"Gloriously."
'And is terribly hard up?"
Horribly, poor fellow"
elbows that?"
"Don't know. He's poor and proud,
and the world has dealt very hardly with
him. It isn't SO smooth with everyone,
Jack, as it is with us"
"True, Tom, old fellow" T said.
"true. Well, look here; I'll give him a
job. Would he come down and stay at
my placer"
ooh, yes, if you treat him well; but,
as tell you, he's poor and proud, and
quite a gentleman.
"Well, I'm not, said, testify. "I'll
give him enough to eat, and good bed
to sleep on; and he'll have to put up
with me dropping my 'h's.' But" [
added, slapping my pocket, CT can pay
him like gentleman"
"Get out, you se-proud old hum
bugw said my friend, laughing as he
clapped me on the shoulder. ''But
there, I'm obliged to you. He's gen
tleman and a man of honor"
"Oh, I'm not afraid he'll steal the
spoons" said, laughing.
"No," he said, dryly, emo fear of
that. But you'll make good picture"
Stuff" 1 said. "Do you think Tn
going to be painted ?'
"Why, what are you going to do,
then?' he said, in an astonished way.
''Let him paint little Cobweb," I
said, chuckling and rubbing my hands,
Ny friend gave long whistle, and
after few more words he left.
It did not strike me then, but I re-
marked afterward that he seemed dis
posed to draw back from his proposal;
but | was now SO wrapped up in my
plans that I could think of nothing but
the picture in the wood, and I went
home full of it, meaning it sur
prise.
Two days later one Of the servants an
nounced Mr.. Grantly ON business, and,
on his being shown In, found myself
face to face with handsome, grave
looking man of about 80. He was rather
shabbily dressed, and looked pale and
i'll as he bowed to Cobweb and myself,
ending by staring at my child, as T
thought, in rather a peculiar way.
This annoyed me-a stout, choleric,