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expect copy to be worth the Iull price
of that original" he added insinua.
tingly.
| fifty" said Mr., Tinto; and to this state
ment he resolutely adhered, in spite of
all circumstances.
The Captain took counsel with him
self. A hundred and fifty dollars in
ready money represented gread deal
of cash; but then Aunt Terebiath rep
resented a great deal more. Yes, up
on the whole it was worth while to
risk it, and so he ordered the picture.
Scarcely had the Captains footsteps
died away ON the staircase when they
were succeeded by great futtering Of
silken fiounces, and Mrs. Forester sailed
graciously into the little studio.
"Have 1 the pleasure of addressing
Mr.. ahem!-Mr. Roland Tinto?" she
asked, putting ponderous gold eysglass
to her visual optics.
my name is Tinto, ma am, confessed
the astonished artist, beginning to Won
der if, like Sir Walter Scott, he was des-
tined to "wake up and find himself ia
NOUS"
81 wish to purchase your charming
view in the Genufex Gallery" said the
lady. "On the Juniata, believe you
cali it."
MADAM, said Mr.. Tinto, with low
bow, II regret to inform You that it is
already Sold"
"Sold?" echoed Mrs. Forester.
"Sold," nodded the artist, wishing in
his secret heart that he had sketched a
dozen views of the Juniata, instead of
only one, and marveling whence sprung =
all this popularity.
Mrs. Forester clasped her hands the
atrically.
"What pity!" she cried; land had
so set my heart upon it,"
Wouldn't copy"-Mr. Tinto sug
gested.
"a copy" Mrs. Forester wondered
that she had not thought of that before.
sob, yes, q copy, by all means! But I
want it finished by the eighteenth of
June"
No sooner had she withdrawn her
silken and satiny presence from the
studio, than Roland Tinto rushed out and
engaged the services of pair of needy
brother artists, to help him out with his
double order.
cart is looking up" quoth he, 'and
genius is surely finding its true level at
last
So that when the eighteenth of June
dawned upon the summer world, two pro-
digious packing-boxes were trundled up
Mrs. Terebiath' front steps.
John p cried the old lady to her foot
man, "open those boxes in the hall, and
tell me what they are"
And John was yet unscrewing screws
and drawing out nails, when Mrs. For
roster and Captain Leofric appeared on
the scene of action; but the words of
congratulation were yet upon their lips,
when the sight of "a View on the
Juniata," hanging in gay gold frame on
the wall, froze the glib sentences into
amazed silence.
Eyes, my dears," said the old lady, "a
birthday gift from my old friend Doctor
Dutfer-"
please, ma'am," said John, stagger-
ing in under the weight of Captain
Leofric's present, "'ere's another View
on the Juniaty, wheresoever that may
be, with Captain Terebiath's compli-
ments."
Dear mel" said the old lady. "Im
sure Tn much obliged, but I've got one
already. Claribel FORESTER" turning
sharply toward her cousin, who was
evincing strong symptoms OF Mysteries,
"what is the matter with you?"
In the meantime, John, who had mo-
mentarially disappeared, came grooming
in once more.
''Please ma'am," said he, there's an
other
another what?" shrieked Mrs. Tere-
bath.
another View on the Juniaty, ma'am,
with Mrs. Forrester's love, and many
Apply returns"
Aud in came third picture.
"Bless mer' said Mrs. Terebiath, what
fools you all are! Do You suppose I'm
going to open picture gallery"
While Winny stood demurely smiling
behind Mrs Terebiath's chair.
sob, by the way" said the old lady,
you and Leofric may come to tea to-
night, if you choose"
II shall be delighted" said Mrs. For.
roster.
charmed, I'm sure" said the Cap
tain.
"And I'll introduce you to Deacon
Pentield," added Mrs. Tere biath. I'm
going to be married to him next week,
and he has two daughters out in Penn
sylvania, and, if you don't object I'll
send two Of those great awkward pictures
out to them and keep the one that dear
Doctor Duffer gave me-the one out of
the Genuhex Gallery.
So Captain Terebiath and Mrs. For
roster were checkmated, and Doctor
buffers artistic investment was in vain.
And no one was pleased but Roland