Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1878-10-17
Fairfxx's Dog.
How uacle Hayward was Ous.ge.er.
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aled.
Charles Fairfax took a survey of his no.
sition. He looked over his room, his pos
sessions aud his prospects. His room be-
longed to Mrs. Campbell. He owned
nothing In 1t but himself and Spider, his
tan terrier. His prospects were dubious
To make the matter utterly perplexing. he
was In love with lovely girl, who had a
stern Uncle, assuming dragonship over
her, and 1t was a bitter absurdity for fell
low owning nothing but himself and dog
to apply to old Hayward Surghnor for the
hand OF his pretty niece, May wrede.
Ola Hayward Surghnor loved May, bu.
he would never once acknowledge that
she was In any way as good or comely or
winning as her mother had been. May
did very well, but her mother had been
far her superior. May had rich CON-
plexiou. but her mothers had been iairer
Mays voice was gentle and pleasant. but
her mothers had been more musical. MAY
had her faults, her mother had none
Old Hayward Surghnor was an artist.
Rugged and rough as he seemed, he would
bring forth scenes sweet and tender
enough TO make one cry with pleasure In
gazing upon them. TO keep May from
getting la love. and to paint a portrait OF
her mother which would do her beauty
justice. seemed 10 be the two single aims
of his life. He had one other weakness -
he loved tan terriers.
MAY had lived with her uncle In his old
house ever since she was twelve wears old
As she grew older she was kept under
strict surveillance. and when she was In
vited 10 spend month at her Aunt Lucy's
house in the country, her uncle was 10th
to let her 90. He consented, however, on
condition that she would no, fall IN love.
I'm be careful. Uncle Hayward" Nav
said demurely; and she was finally allowed
to go to Fair Haven.
There. Charlie Fairfax was visiting
Mays cousin, Henry Fellows. And there
May in spite OF orders, fell 10 love with
Charlie Fairfax.
Now Fairfax was one OF the best fel-
lows in the world. only he was poor. May
knew that poverty was grevious fault In
her uncle's eyes, even II he could be rec
oncilcd TO her marrying anybody. He
had horror of poverty, marriage and
brood OF children. May had never gain
said his words. She remembered too we'll
her childhood OF poverty. when her deli
cate mother was worn out by work and
care, leaving two slckly babies TO die after
her. and May 10 b. adopted By her fathers
brother.
She cried in a hopeless sort of "A way
when her visit was ont. aud she parted
from Charlie TO go home; but he told her
TO he hopeful. for he would circumvent
circumstances n surely As they were In
love. And so, at the beginning OF my sto-
ry. he stood Ia the centre OF his room,
looalng absently at Spider, while the ca
nine looked gravely back at him.
"Well, old fellow. how ia it t. be done -
sand Charlie. Spider wriggled step near
er TO his master and remained silent again,
gazing AZ him with glistening eyes.
You wouldn't bring me fortune IL
sold you" observed Charlie.
Spider yelped
Hold your tongue, pagan Nor do
think that Old Surshnor would take you
a. gilt
Spider whined.
Yet. as you are the only capital have,
you ought To be of some use
Spider wagged his tail. His eyes seem
ed like two fixed stars.
"iou are hsndsome dog, Spider.
Would you like to have your picture
iakeug''
Spider gave short yell Of joy. aud then
tried to turn himself in side out.
II wonder II | couldn't get Old Surghnor
10 paint you. IIurrah that's grand
idea Charlie hunted up his hat and
coat, aud SPIDER tore down stairs He
went up town, and walked round and
round the hodse in which sweet May re-
sided, bat saw no sign of her. The next
day he saw the servant going out on an
errand. He spoke TO her and enlisted her
In his cause, and she took charge OF a
note 10 May. Ii read as follows
Ny Dearest May.-Contrive some way to
meet me. | have been looking for you since
yerterday morning, and want 10 seq you.
CHARLIE.
The next day Dlnah me. him at the gate
aud gave him little note from May. He
read It;
Dear Cnarlie.-I will meet you at Central
Park al twilight MAY.
Al seven O'Clock Charlie hied away "a.
Central PARK. In little while May came
down one of the paths. She was looking
lovely.
Nov. Charlie. can never do this
again she said ''for il is not proper.
hat Is it you want to say:'
Mostly this" said Charlie kissiu. her
under one of the trees. and then coming
serenely out into the light again. But
tell ne. May, has your uncle been very
savage lstely?"
"Dreadfully." said May. He's been
painting scene where he wants news
paper boy and terrier. He had a great
deal Of trouble with one fellow. lie was
dreadfully dirty little fellow. who finally
stole box OF uncle's cigars and ran away.
and uncle had to finish his figure without
him. Then he tried to get his terrier dog
to stand on his hind legs while he painted
him. lie couldn't get dog To do il, and
he's been as cross as bear for week /
don't dare to speak to him. hardly
IL was getting dark, and Charlie tossed
up his hat and caught il again.
I've got it. May, don't recognize me
II you meet me in your uncle's studio. For
Spider will stand on his hind-legs like "a
like an elephant. Hurrah."
The next day old Hayward Surghnor
was stirring grimly about his studio. when
there came modes, knock at the door.
Come in!'' he grunted, and young
man, with dark eyes aud black moustach he.
entered the room. followed by a remarka-
BILE spry dog.
Good morning, MIR. Surghnor." said the
young man. MY name is Fairfax. Ihave
heard, sir. that you wish to introduce a
terrier dog into your picture, but can find
none suitable. have been an artist my
self, and know something of what the trials
are. Allow me. sir. to offer you the use of
my dog. think you'd find him suitably
trained. Spider, come here. Stand up,
sir
Spider stood upon his hind legs in the
middle OF the studio, looking as though he
would not stir without permission If he
were shot through. Old Hayward Surgh-
nor grew red with pleasure.
Capital, capital! I'm under great Oh
legations, sir. very great. viii you be
seated, Mr.. Fairfax?'
Mr.. Fairfax sat down opposite Mays
little sewing-chair. Spider stood unswerv.
ingly in position, and the artist chatted
amiably across Mays bench of myrtle and
geranium pots. They had come to very
amicable understanding In an hour. Char
lie told old Hayward how he had hopes OF
being an artist few years before, but the
necessity of earning living interfered
with his studies, aud he had been obliged
TO give them up, and was then clerk on a
moderate salary.
"A shane! shame!" said old Hay.
ward. "But you mustn't give it up. Don't
| beg Of you. A man has no right to give
it up for the want Of bread. Now. tell ms
| If can be Of any assistance to you. Lei
me see what you can do. Here are pencils
draw your own dog" Which Charlie die
very rapidly aud creditably.