Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-07-13
THREE PICTURE-DIAKERS.

Christian Leader
"The pictures are beautiful, Davy.
just turn your head this way and look
at them'
Beautiful! Such pictures beautiful {!
If you were half frozen to death, Hettie.
you'd see something 'beautiful,' said the
sick boy, Davy, in an irritable tone, as
he turned his head not s'this way,'' as
his sister wanted him to, but the other
way, facing the wall a bare, smoky wall
where there were no pictures to be seen.
DO look this way, please do.'' con-
tinued Hettie. ''You like pictures, and
you make very pretty ones yourself. Mr..
Bell told me, the other day, that your
drawings in your last winters drawing
book, were, many Of them, worthy Of a
frame"
"a great deal he did, answered Davy.
in a still irritable tone, but vet a tone
that showed he was fond of his school,
teachers praise. 4.
eyes, he positively did, and he said
more than that. He SAID that YOU had
decided genius for the pencil. He's
missed you, and is coming soon to see
you"
"He'd better stay away from this
shanty," replied Davy.
but this isn't shanty, Davie, said
Hettie, as she tried to smile and keep
her courage up"
Il call any place shanty," replied
Davy, "where the wind whistles in and
blows on fellows aching head. and
where all the wood that is burned is
green, and not much OF that. II wern't
sick, I wouldn't mind anything. I'd
stir around and earn money and fix up
this airy house, or get out of It into an
other. And ! wouldn't let a green stick
come within mile Of the house; for if
there's anything that makes me angry.
it is green wood. But here [ have to lie
and hear it boil, while the water drops
out OF 1t, and see you blow and blow, as
it you really thought you could make it
burn. Oh, dear, how my head aches y
why, the woods blazing at last.
Hear it roar I dried some Of it by the
fire, yesterday, and it's burning pretty
well, now. The room will soon be
warm, and that'll dissolve all the pictures.
Come, Davy, please look this way and
see the beautiful pictures made by Jack
Frost on the panes- trees, flowers and all
sorts of beautiful things.''
Davy turned his head on the pillow. as
II ashamed to resist his sister any longer.
and tor few minutes he seemed divert.
ed by Jack Frost's pictures on GLASS,
But he found it more in harmony with his
mood to look toward the wall, and he
again turned his head on the pillow, and
began to talk about the tsshanty,'' and
poverty" and his ''sick head"
"You may look at the beautiful picture
maker as Jack Frost. I don't. It's all
we'll enough when he does his work on
rich peoples windows. They've no rea-
son to dislike him. He don't do them
any harm; but he's enough to drive two
orphan children like us crazy. If / were
only up and we'll I'd take nv knife and
scratch off all his detestable pictures, fol
they make me think of the long, hard
winter that's before us, with nobody to
help u.s." Z
"Davy," said Hettie, in motherly
tone, although she was the Younger OF
the two, tive mustn't forget what moth
er told us before she went away. She
told US to take short views And now
we're looking ahead all the time into the
long winter. Mother told us something
else, too, Davy," continued Hettie, and
her voice dropped into almost whisper,
as she thought of the mother who STAYED
with them as long as she could, and com
forted them as we'll as she could before
she went away.
"Someway l don't like to talk about
mother replied Davy; Esfor think if
lived.'' -
"But the last words she said were
God Is good,' and God IS your father
SO know, Davy, that God must be good
and | know, too, that God is our father.
Then we are no. orphans, you see.''
mo, | don't see. Oh, dear, how nv
head aches! | tell you, Hettie, those
windows are dreadful. There isn't fire
enough here to touch them. What a
poor, crazy fellow was, though, last
night. And who knows I'll keep straight
throughout the day? Where did you 20
yesterday afternoon?''
Il left you asleep, and thought I'd be
AouO OclOIe yOn WakeQ. "
"But where did you go, Hattie?"
"Oh, only on little Grand and to gel
the fresh air"
''Ah! "a little errand, and sto Get the
fresh air. You can't dodge me, little sis
You went all around, to every place YOU
could think of, to find work-sewing. no
doubt; and you didn't have thought of
the fresh air."
eyes, l did. Truly, now, did; for
l thought, as the wind blew into my face
what mother used to say about the air
She always called it Gods air. and She
often used to say that God loved us, .ol
He would not give us SUCH fine, sweet all
to breathe. The air revived me yester-
day, Dayy, and something else revived
me, too. I'm going to emf roider a chair
Tor Mrs. Barber, unless she changes her
mind, and I don't think she will.
Sim sorry you'll have to work. little
sister," replied Davy; "but suppose
you'll rave about the beautiful colorrs in
the embroidery, and they'll please you
almost as much as the money. j hope It
won't put your eyes out, OF nut Won ont
of the world. You don't look as if YOU
could ever work very hard; but maybe
the fever will leave me pretty soon. and
maybe I'll find something to do. But I
don't know 81,
"Take little sleep, Davy,o said Het-
tie: There, now, that's good boy she
added and she patted him gently and
stroked his hair, as if she were the moth
.er, instead of the little sister Of the boy
Of seventeen. :
My fever is coming on as hard as it
can come, sis" said Davy. tsBy sitter
noon I'll be the widest fellow you've ever
seen''
aNo, no, Davy. Take a good rest now. :,