Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1881-09-23
GaIes and Sketfbes.
NOLLf.
4 SKETCH N THREE TONES.
fCont,nuen from ye.terday J

fCOnfInucd from teetefuAt.l
..Ol course shall do all that just as
usual. like it, said the young house.
keep6s- ..Shall we have some tea now,
mamma dear? and then wemight go out. :"
She pulled a thick gold cord as she spoke
and it must have rung bell long way
Cd, for though ! heard nothing. the result
almost Immediately appeared in the shape
u = iilfputian boy in silk stockings and a
satin suit, carrying small ebony tray.
containing three diminutive cups Of very
strong tea, silver cream jug and sugar
basin Of exquisite workmanship. and two
little platters. on one Of which lay some
thin slices Of bread and honey. and on the
other a few punches Of red. white and
black currAnts. A large yellow goose
berry, . piece Of grounded. and spray
Of iessamine, seemed TO have fallen
accidentally upon the plate. after the fruit
was arranged.
..Ah my sweet nymph. cried Lady de
Bureh. clasping her hand in an ecstacy OF
delight; and then she took the little plate
Of fruit on her knees and gazcd at 1t alb
stractedly for some seconds before offering
It IN me. with a sigh. But helped my
self ruthlessly. | felt that Molly had
picked the eurrants, manGuvered their
artistic simplicity. and the fruit tasted
delicious because she had fingered II.
Think YOU must 90 now, Molly. "
said Lady de Burgh. in more subdned
tone than ever. This excitement has
quite oyerpowered me, AMI ms BRAN
fhrobs."
Would not little fresh air do you
good ?" suggested. marvelling what the
excitement had been.
Lady dc Burgh smiled family.
NO" she replied, "solitude ia my best
physician solitude and my own grand
thoughts"
dear mamma" CIRCULATED Molly, kiss
ing her mothers pale brow very. very
gently. IL am afraid that talking so
little, and will bring some flowers and
you must come out by and by, when the
sun Is low"
"When the dew has risen" murmured
Lady de Burgh. Thank you, my flower
bud
We crcpt away in silence. At the door
I turned and looked again into Lady lie
Burgh' corner She was absorbed. She
was caressing the sprig of groundsel
against her cheek.
Out Of doors in the sunshine with Molly,
fel. different being. The weird feel
ing which had oppressed me in the draw
ing room fell away, and ! was young
man again. | talked and Molly talked.
was very happy. and | hope she was,
too. She kept picking curious leaves as
We went along. though without interrupt
ing the conversation. until at last. rs we
stopped beside an iron fence which sept
rated the garden from meadow. she
stopped. put her hand through the bars
and gathered two dandelions.
You must put one of those in your
coat she said. at will please mamma
when you go to say goodbye to her"
put il into my button-hole Immediately,
and would have put radish there. or "A
cucumber. to please Molly. She held the
other In her own hand, and surveyed it
rather comically.
mamma is so fond of this sort of
things" she said. Il am afraid | am not
a good daughter. and IL is SD difficult for
me to take care of what mamma calls
real art
''AuNf what do yon call real art ?"
inquired.
II don't know" she replied. 'but like
PAPA art best. IL you ever come to see
in hin will show you the picture-room
whore papa has some beautiful Vandycks
and Reynolds. and Titan, and Rem.
brantt; and the library. where he has
some rare editions OF Shakespeare and
other books. do you know papa ?n
II have never seen him since his wed
ding day. when everyone was saying how
delightful 1t was 10 witness the union o
two artist souls"
ibid they say that ?" said Molly. 81
did not know mamma ever thought papa
artistic. She says be cannot rise above
Shakespeare, and she says Shak .peare i.
false art. But perhaps papa and shall
might burst upon me quite suddenly
What do you think ?''
Heaven ioreiend!' I could not re
frain from saying fervently. why. in
that case Sir John would burn his fine
books and pictures"
"Then you don't think | shall ever b,
like mamma 9' said Molly. rather defect.
eddy.
shook my head.
"Well, am little glad" said she
more brightly, for feel rs il should
never really care To sit in dark room and
contemplate. And yet cant help being
just little bit sorry. Tor mamma SAYS
mime 10 not the highest lite'
longed to tell hci she was perfect,
but forebore.
'.But you lead very useful lfe." |
said. guar,ledly. You are your father
companion and help"
''Oh but that is a pleasure. she cried,
II like riding with papa, and doing
things for him. and trying to make him
happy. Mamma says there is no good in
any life which does not yearu over hu.
mainly. Now. don't yearn-"
NO." interrupted. half amused. You
do much better. You make every item
OF humanity happy which comes near
you"
THAT is nothing" she replied. '.Peo-
pie are so Kind in seeming to like to
talk to me. But. do YOU know, think |
am beginning To improve. for never en-
tertained Que of mammals guests. But
YOU are not like her other friends at all .
for they all say hush. when speak. and
they recite such poems. aud talk SO
strangely, or else sit silent fors:hours, and
then they call me shepherdess.
II wish you would come and mind my
sheep"
..Have you sheep?r she asked simply.
"Only figuratively." | replied. II
will roll v.,u what I mean auofhar dav