Iron County register., 1882-04-13

s"eteu' quite TRANQUILITY; she went
down IN our boat twelve years, come
next October, with my only son. l and
my daughter live here alone"
Vineent's heart beat. "You've got q
daughter?"
4" Yes, sir. It's pity she amt a lad.
It's hard work for women folk to make
a living. I often wished I'd had the
sense to bide as I was. 1 was better
| off, deal, when was in service at Sir
George Tressilian's. But my man was
very steady and good to me; you may
have heard on him if you're at Penruth
John Trevarroch. He owned a boat,
and we were well-to-do, till he went
down-and all my luck with him. she
added, with the first touch of pathos in
her rather hard tone. :.
&c But you have a daughterP',
"Ay-Mary. She's decent girl,
but she's got no better luck than the
rest. Her young man-Will Penrud-
dock-was drowned little better than a
year ago. They were to have been mar
ried. He was pretty well TODD owned
some property here-a steady fellow
and handsome. But it was her luck,
like the rest on US, poor maid!" .pf
am very sorry. And how do you
live now?'' -
As well as we can," the woman an
swered, with sort of dreary dryness /;
"we work." -
"You have very beautiful view
from here." fF5+
She glanced around indifferently.
cay, well enough. 1t blows awful
stormy in winter, I can tell you. You
should hear it whistle through theret"
and she pointed to deep chasm in the
cliff, cut, as it were, right through from
the elevation where they were standing
down to the beach some hundreds of
feet below-a giddy place to look down.
am an artist-a painter. should
like to come and make q sketch up
here.n
cay, know you are. You can come,
OF course, if you like to draught it.
can give you chair out of the, house -
The next day Vincent found his steps
leading along the same steep path; but
this time he carried his painting gear as
warrant for his appearance. The
widow was at home, and came out to
give him chair and to chat with him !;
but the daughter was not there. Vim
cent sat down and idly dashed in few
strokes. He hardly saw what he was
doing-his eyes wandered so often down
the rocky way. Presently they bright
ened, as a tall figure, laden with a
heavy basket of bread, came slowly up
ward. He flew down to relieve her of
her burden, but she held it back with a
look of haf-amused surprise. The near
view did not diminish one of her charms
to him. On the contrary, the full, open
light of her wonderful eyes almost in
toxicated head which was at times but
weak to such influence.
"Won't you let me help you with
your basket?" he said, trying to speak
in the most careless of tones.
"No! Why should you? It's not so
heavy, and I'm used to it. You're the
painting gentleman, I suppose, that
mother spoke Of" i
eyes. have come up to try and get
some sort of a picture of your beautiful
cliffs from here sha'n't be in your
wayP''
go, no. she answered, carelessly.
Vincent went back to his easel, while
the girl took in her basket and remained
awhile inside the cottage; then she
came out, and stepping behind him
with the frankness of perfect ignorance
of the world, she looked at his begin
ming.
tits nothing to look at,' he said,
glancing up at her; "I've hardly begun.
Here's a finished sketch, which is worth
more your notice."
"Oh, those are the Twin Sister rocks"
she cried with more animation, one
brown finger pointing over his shoulder,
sand the Lions Head. That's just like
but the sea isn't that color"
ssThe sea is any color; you have not
looked at it enough" !''
"I not look at The sea enoughr" she
said in low curious voice; look at
scarce aught else" Then she changed
her tone again. sis it difficult to
paint?'' ...... ..s.s IS!
ssTry and see.'' -r sa
ssAre you great painter-in London
you come from London, the folks
say?'
ss No, I'm not; I'm only middling at
everything. break my heart over try
ing at it.'' ....
7.That's pity; why don't you give
it upP But perhaps it's your ivingP''
"No, I'd make a poor living if it
were. But it's a part of my life; I can't
give it up" .uE
"You're that fond of itP"
= uOu l. huOW, l. lOSc IL duu HdIe
it, but it's part of my life. Now, Miss
Trevarroch, be very good to me-go and
lean against that bit of red rock and I'll
try and get you in.''
She laughed short but merry laugh.
" Get me in the picture? If you like;
but Miss IreUa7roch! how queer it
sounds. I'm 40 miss, sir" Fl.
"What are you-to such as me?' 'e
&c Plain Mary Trevarroch to you and
every one else, sir.,' r. 4
"Well, Mary, then please to go and
do what said, unless you are busy?n
"No, I've nothing much to do. Moth
er is cleaning the house for Tomorrow
tomorrow was Sunday. sHow shall
1 put myselfP"
"Anyhow, you can't 60 wrong; and
talk to me while I paint; shall get on
all the better" .f ...., .,-s-s
ssI haven't much to talk about.''E
Why notP Everything is new and
interesting to me here: tell me- ahout