Louisiana capitolian., 1880-01-17

AuA tnOSe are nOC 50 nice r.
ooh, no, sir, of course not" answer
Charlie, surprised that any one shou
asked such question.
"Well, am glad you like it, l a
going back to London in day or tw
but shall put another piece of cake
my knapsack in case l meet you aga
before go. Look here, do you kn0
what this is 2"
Charlie glanced at the picture Eu
tace held out to him, and then he ga,
q scream of surprise.
"Why it's me and fatherw
And so it was; and even though Eu
tace should be an old man, he will nevt
succeed in making anything any MOI
true to nature than that hurried sketcI
RE had just caught the wistful, tire
look on the child's face, and it was al
the more striking as it was brought int
the vacant countenance of the tins
sleeper, who looked so thoroughly on
OF place beside the child and the pleas
ant green background of the hedg
where the convolvulus blossoms min
gled with the wild roses and blackberr,
flowers.
"Wait a moment" said Eustace, an,
then he wrote at the bottom of tn,
sketch these three lines from poem o
Burns:
Oh wad some power the gftie gle us,
10 see Ourses as ithers SEQ us,
IL would frilc mOny a trouble free u.s."
"There," he continued, putting the
picture in the child's hands. "You shall
have that, and if you like to show it to
your father one Of these days, do so-it
may teach him lesson"
And before the child conld make any
reply, Eustace was off and away, tramp
ing along the highway.
Five years had passed before the young
artist had the time and chance to visit
the quiet village again. In those five
years he had done good work-had
thought and worked and painted, until
people had begun to believe in him and
talked OF him as one of the most prom
lsing painters of the day.
Still, in the midst of it all, he often
remembered his little sketch and won
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 came clearly
before him with the thought of the
grand old wortls-'cast thy bread upon
the waters, for thou shall find it after
many days"
"such poor little crumb of good.
'housh, it was," said Eustacc to himself;
Still, | wonder-I wonderland I'll try
o find it out, too"
And as it happened, Eustace did find
out more quickly than he expected,
OF that very evening, as he was re-
urnlng from q walk, in the course of
'hich he had visitedsome of his old
'aunts, there passed him on the road a
nan and a handsome boy of about thir-
cen years.
"My little friend and his father" sud-
emily thought Eus tace; whose quick
rtlst eye could seldom forget face or
gnre, and he quickened his pace in or
or to keep within short distance of
he boy.
SO the three went OH, past the corner
the field, where the sketch had been
'ken, down the road and across the
arrow bridge, till the man and boy
'ached a little cottage, the small front
arden of which was gay with bright
overs.
'rbat looks promising" thought Eus-
zee; "no drunkard ever had garden
ke that" and determined to ascertain
'e facts OF the case, he went up to the
'or with the intention Of asking the
arrest way to the next village.
Through tie open door he caught a
impsc of the neatly kept cottage kitch-
!, as Charlie came forward to answer
e strangers question; but before half
G right turns had been described,
light smile broke over the boys face,
ii half turning round, he exclaimed:
Father, it's my painterw and to his
rprlse, Eustace found that in that
usehold, at least, he was a hero, and
young artist never felt more rever-
ence for his art than he did as he lis
ned to the account of the good his pie
re had done. :
FOR some time Charlie had kept the
etch and had been afraid to show it
his father, but the old man had found t
by chance one day, and !
1T was more than could stand, sir.r :
said, addressing Eustace. 81 did not !
'd any one to tell me what it meant ,
although | wondered where it came T
m l was ashamed to ask. Somehow y
Dnld not get tie picture out of NV r
ld. | even used tO dream Of II ,t