The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1879-05-15

yesterday and really, he could not help
Cousin Dusenbury beyond FIVE dollar
bill. Would Mrs. D. take that land
really, really, the young sculptor was to
call that mornings very talented and
celebrated young gentleman-and If
they would excuse him. So kind of. them
and so foolish not to take the five dol.
lars. And Pierre should show them out.
And they must tell him to let them see
the picture gallery. "Good-day."
II feel like beggar, MOTHER" whis-
pered Sukey, in the hall. "Let's 60 at
once. I'd work my fingers off before I'd
ask another favor of any one."
But Pierre, the waiter, who had been
sentimentally gazing at the beauty with
flushed cheek and sparkling eye, pre-
ferred a soft voiced request that, as
they were passing, Madame, and Made
moiselle would look at the gallery"
And Mrs. Dusenbury insisted on going
in. Her feelings were hurt certainly !;
but there was show" for nothing,
and to women like her to get anything
for nothing is charming.
Sukey, always accustomed to obey,
followed 1istlessly. But the splendid
pictures and fine busts soon aroused her
interest.
She passed from one to the other ad-
miringly, until she stood, riveted by
amazement, before one snowy statuette.
A child with the usual school attire of
country places, with face she used to
see in the glass, Her heart began to
beat, her cheek to pale.
She had read and thought, if her kins-
folks had not; and she knew in her heart
that little Cliff had been an embryo
sculptor.
Who could have made this perfected
copy of the long ago crushed and fat
tened mud gal which had driven Cliff
from his homer" She dared not ask
the question, though it trembled on her
lips.
But her mother was by her side, and
she saw in her face also vague memory I;
and both were silent.
At last, What does it put you in
mind on?" asked Mrs. Dusenbury.
Why, child how white ye look"
And Sukey did look pale. She knew,
If her mother did not. But she made
no answer.
It's got a sunbonnit on; and it's got
shoes and bag. Marcy me, it's like the
Indy bag you he'd Sukey, and the face
is just like yourn when you was little.
That amt it though. Law, Pve got it
now. Don't you remember poor Cliff S
mud gal? This is statoo and harnsum !;
and that wurn't but they're alike-they
air."
And Just then Sukey stopped down
and read the words carved upon the Pc
destal, "Sukey going to school," and
actually tainted away. But not so soon
but tall, light-bearded man, for whom
the servant had Just opened the door,
saved her from falling to the floor. So
that when she opened her eyes they
rested ON and knew Clifford Hulis face
changed certainly, but not beyond her
recognition and before she knew how
it came about, found herself his guest !;
and her mothers exclamation of aston
ishment as she also began to understand
the truth, and to know that the sculptor
and his statue were only Cliff and his
"mud gal improved.
"And to think" said Mrs. Dusen-
bury, afterwards, that he should have
turned out such man, and should be
gettin' rich, and should a. took and paid
off the mortgage on the farm, and said l
oilers was kind to him, when 1 know l
wasn't. And to think when / used to
gin it to him SO, for maxim muss that
he was doin' such wonderful things, for
the papers say they air, and all his
money is made that way. But, lal
never reckoned that mud gals and things
were statooary, and that he had gift
for it."
"And to think" continued the old
lady, "that Sukey should be going
TO hev him, and me and my old man
glad ont. l never dreamt it, no more
tnan that Cliff was goin' to be a sculp-
toor and his mud gal statooary."