Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-09-14

long-dresS Sfage-and loved one another
q brother and sister and mo more.
But when John came back from col
lege and Dora from boarding-school,
| the male, who had become man, fell
! rally IN love but TIM female, who was
still q girl, hid retrograded and only
tolerated her whilom brother = as a
friend. e.. Fl 81
and at this stage there came dawdling
up to Farmer Barnett's one fine evening
creature ina check suit and little
cap, with sketch book under his arm
and little sachel containing paints
and brushes. and an easel, swinging
from his shoulder by a strap, and this
stranger on his way to the front door
saw a young lady peeping curiously at
him athrOugh the morning-glOry vines
that climbed over the side porch and
turned that way instead. He stopped
at ten PAGES from the porch, took off his
little cap and bowed. The young lady's
face disappeared from the vines and
bent toward him at the door in q
boarding school courtesy.
s'Do address Miss BarnettP''
"You do.'' 6
"Permit me, Miss aBarnett,n and he
advanced and held opt a.card.
She took it, excused herself, and dis
appeared. She returned presently and
said, s.My mother awaits you Mr..
Cowan,' >, and showed him into the par
lor. "a
Mrs. Barnett sat by the window, in
/ cap and spectacles, and clicked her knit
ting needles: HSS sAEA Be-
| elbow dye do, Mr.. Cowane Set
down. 81
FL begsmy readers pardon for intro-
| ducing a provincial dialect insa person
so highly respectable as my heroine's
mother, but Mrs. Barnett was the wife
of a backwoods pioneer, and I cannot
be responsible for education.
Mr.. Cowan sat down, with his sachel
still on, and explained his presence. He
j was an artist who desired to sketch, and
improve his health by inhaling the coun-
try air. Wanted to room and board
Wasn't particular nor hard to please,
etc. 4 q 81 VI
"So you he q painter man,eh? Well, /
s'pose you kin stop. Is this your bag
LageP" meaning the .sachel.
ssMy baggage is at the station. If may
stop, will have man to fetch it this
evening"
Cowan felt relieved when the old lady
dozed insher chair, after asking q string
of questions, and he took advantage of
her nap to saunter out on the porch.
l will take advantage of his saunter to
describe him-an honor that is vouch-
safed to but few of my characters.
7 Here, then, was a young man of me-
dunn size, with hair three shades lighter
than black, eyes grayish blue, a face
perfectly devoid of beard, and its very
effeminate appearance scarcely relieved
by any incipient mastache. A languid
air, as if he existed under protest except
when his interest happened to sbe ex-
cited, which was seldom. A provoking
look when addressing some one whom
he imagined his inferior, and that in
cluded about nine-tenths of the people
on earth, for this effeminate young man
was an insufferable egotist. Your
young men attwenty-one and just out of
school are apt to be-from education.
This young man was so by nature. He
was also an enthusiastic artist who
never finished anything.
When he emerged on to the porch the
first object that caught his eye was
Dora sitting under the tree arranging
bouquet. Out came his sketch-b book,
and favored by the vines, which allowed
him to see without being readily seen, he
rapidly sketched an outline and then
devoted his attention to filling in. His
subject, having finished her bouquet,
arose and, seeing the stranger after
Through the kitchen. When Cowan
looked up again Dora was standing be-
j hind him in the door, looking q little
eagerly at the sketch, over his shoulder.
"Why, that's me, amt it?''
yg"Yes. I thought you were in the
yard"
"Imean the picture.
| "Oh! twill be when. it's DONE"
sWell, what do you mean by drawing
meP"
uI-I didn't suppose you'd care"
"Well do, impudence."
Insulted dignity retreated two steps
into the room and there stopped. =
JImpudence said ssI beg your par
don,n and there stuck and blushed to
the roots of his hair Dora eyed him
coldly. N tIsl
\ "And you not even acquainted with
me!'
I Cowan took his sketch and tore it
apart and flung sthe pieces ON the
tground.A All
| DOTd mduc ulblC IuSu WuCu u0 SOW
cred the paper and cried; There,
now, see what you've done When !
wanted it, too" ~ So -
Cowan looked up surprised. 81
thought-sit down out there again and
| III make you another.'' ~asg,,EE .>s.,
"That will not, and her skirts dis
appeared through the kitchen door.
aCowan, somewhat astonished. took
turn in the yard and then, flung. his
sacheI off and lay down under tree
and went into reverie. John Howell
came striding along on his way to see
Dora, as was his daily custom, and
stumbled over the sachel. He picked it
up and flungit away with an oath, and
saw Cowan looking at him calmly.
els that your baggage, young mani"
Cowan smiled supercilionsly and said:
"Yes. Are you one of Farmer Bar
nett's mena" 10y ss, &