The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-05-24

stay late, because it was a holiday
week, and because Dick was well
again. They had a grand time, and
new toys had rough handling, l was
just beginning to think one might
be wound up too fast and too often,
when Mr., orton came in, carrying
great picture, and behind him were
Mrs. orton and her sisters, and the
lady they called Miss Ellen. Every
thing was dropped then, and | hit
myself dreadful thump when Dick
let me fall; but fortunately | landed
rightside up, so | could see the pic.
ture getting hung. What do you y
think it was? The old toy stand,
nothing else, with Nan and Jack.ands /.
the strange man that seemed to beS Z
taking pattern by me; ana ]. was
there, tool Dick picked mo up and
showed me my likeness, but / had
often seen myself in thelooking;gls I.
before and knew wasn't handSI! \, { i
but the other portraits were fauibpss !,
Everyone congratulated Miss u 4
and Mrs. orton was deligtbed
how many people had tlShbeet ites - s
her studio since "the 'neay NdysS had i
been in the pictured ;deaisrs ssinae@.S 1 a
And then Mr.. Qrtsliss sileS .,ls
away, and it was, 4std : asrister,
while Miss Ellen sahs.lsa with ,sher
friends about other! 8 lind ON 4
hand, until Dicf and hisequsinI Sam
got into squabblt sSds ths say .
battlefield ought ia sbea aid out
Dick got pretty loud, being a little
spoiled by the.petS his broken leg
had brought RiH, ana would likely
have come to grief ifahis father had
not come back Sith;a'great, piece Of
news. f .s
"Whom dos eltiik' i have been
talking to, Elleasp he said to the
young artist.
She looked;np quickly, and her
cheeks very pink. Mr.. otton began
to laugh.
"No, miss, nothing Of the sort; how
foolish of me to ask a gift with.a low
er such question: II is the fellow
in your picture there, your solemnly
intent friend in the corner. The toy
gave him an idea, it seems"
"0h, Aas. Jem got the machine, to
work?9 l think Miss Ellen did for
get her lover then, as she ought, if
two people ere one, end ii isn't right
to thihk.about yourself too much.
EYes, he has been down to the mill
with it, and Harris thinks it a cap. Z
ital thing, and sent him up TO me-
| had rather trust Harris sense of
machinery than my o&r, but | have
promised to come doypg on Monday
and see it tried. He seems to be of
the real invcnting sort, all alive
about it, but little misty about pat.
ents. If it is worth anything, we
must see that he is~not swindled oat
of. it,"
'If it does come out right, how
much you will have done for him and
me and Jack Willis" said Miss
Ellen, in choky voice.
~: Nonsense, child; Ibid not give
you Of this man brains, and makeJack
nimbleand willing. Here's the real
architect of your fortunes" And he
picked me up and setme on the man.
tlepiece. "Three cheers for the lucky
tumbler, boys" They raised such a
shout that the ladies put their hands
up to their ears: "Robert-the
neighbors" Mrs. 0rton gasped.
"Neyer mind, Carrie; they would
call the police at any other time Of
the year, but this is holiday week.
Once again. childtcnp
There was one more great shout,
and then thegrown people ran away,
except Mr.. Orion, who stopped to get
Sans ship ready for sailing, and
Miss EIlen-I will tell you what she
stayed for, / have been proud of it
eversince-she stopped over the man
tie and kissed me, and whispered,
"My dear, dear old man what treas.
ure you are!" But when Dick came.
over she was busy winding me up,
and no one ever knew. ..
Jems machine turned ont all right.
! never quite understood what it was,
only !. know. it was a little contriv-
anco that eased off the larger ma
chimes labor, Mr.. Orton helped him