Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1879-11-28

Eustace held out to him, aud then he
gave scream of surprise.
"Why it's me and father"
And 40 il WAS even though Eustace
should live to be an old man, he will
never succeed in making anything
more true to nature than that hurried
sketch. He had Just caught the wistful
tired look on the child's face, and il was
all the more striking as it was brought
into such contrast with the vacant conn
tcnance OF the tipsy sleeper, who look
ed 80 thoroughly out Of place beside
the child and the pleasant green back
ground Of the hedge, where the convol-
vulus blossoms mingled with the wild
roses and blackberry flowers.
"Wnit moment" said Eustace, and
then he wrote at the bottom OF the
sketch three lines ola poem Of Burns:
"0h wad some power the eflie Rie us,
To SEQ 0urscs NJ ithers scc Us,
IL wad frne many trouble fec u.s."
"There," he continued, putting the
picture in the childs hands. "You shall
have that, and If you like tG snow il to
your father one Of these days, do so; it
may teach him lesson" And before
the child could make any reply, Eustace
was oil and away, tramping along the
high-road.
Five years had passed before the
young artist had the time and chance
to visit the quiet village again. In those
FIVE years be had done good work-had
thought and worked, and painted until
people had begun to believe in him and
talk Of hun M one of the most pronlis-
ing painters Of the day.
Sdll, in the midst of il all, he often
remembered his little sketch and won
dered-without much hope in the won
der, though-whether his idea that it
might do good had come to pass; and
on the day he travelled down to MOrston,
the memory OF the scene cane clearly
before him with the thought of the
grand old words" Cast thy bread upon
the waters for thou shalt find it after
many days"
"Such poor little crumb Of good,
though, it was" said Eustace to him
sell "atill, wonder--l wonderland
III try to find il out, too"
Aud IN it happened, Eustaco did find
it out moro quickly than he expected,
for that very evening, IA he was return
ing from II walk, in the course of which
he had visited some Of his old haunts,
there passed him on tho road man
and II handsome boy Of about IL.
My little friend and his father"
suddenly thought Eustace, whose quick,
artist eye seldom forgot face or figure,
nnd he qulckened hls pace in order to
keep within short distance of the boy.
so the three went ON, past the corner
Of the field where The sketch had been
taken, down the road and across the
marrow bridge, ill the man and boy
reached n little cottage, tho small front
garden of which was Ruy with bright
colored. old.fashioned flowers.
That looks promising" thought
Eustace; mo drunkard ever had gar.
den llko TINT" and determined TO as-
certain the fact Of the case, he went NJ
to tho door with tho intention of asking
the nearest way to the next village.
Through the open door he caught Il
glimpse ot the neatly-kept cottage
kitchen, us Charlie came forward to
answer the strangers question; but be-
fore half tho right turns had been de-
itb'hb ~ bllhhh plohG bNhI WV
boys face, and, half turning round, he
exclnmed
Father, it's my painterw aud, to his
surprise, Eustaoe found that in that
household, At least, he was hero. aud
the young artist never felt more rev.
erence for his art than he did as he
listened to the account of the good his
picture had done.
For some time Charlie had kept the
sketch and had been afraid 10 show it
to his father, but the man found 1t out
by chance one day, and
1t was moro than could stand sir, 4"
he said, addressing Eustace. /" i did
not need any one to tell me what IL
meant, hut although wondered where
II came from ! was ashamed to ask
somehow ! could not get the picture
out of my head even used to dream
of IL ut night until II fairly worried mo,
40 that gave up the drink; and | had
the picture framed and hung up there
that might have no chance of forget
ting what | dragged myself down to
once.