The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1883-05-31

oh, what panel she would make, papa"
Katinka became aware of tall, gray haired
gentleman and young lady who was clinging
to his arm.
Oh, what picture" cried the lady again,
and she came close to Katinka's wagon. 81 /
should like to paint you, child" she said
Katinka's gray eyes opened wider. Then,
taking courage from the kindly face, she leaned
forward.
The cabbages are only three cents apiece"
she said, appealingly.
How dear " exclaimed the lady.
No, no, ma'am; that's very cheap" said
Katinka
The new conner seemed to find her very anus
ing, for she laughed, and showed two rows Of
dazzingly white teeth.
It's you who are dear and simple and truly
precious" she said ''Will you come with me,
you little Penelope Bcothby, and let me paint
your"
My name is Katinka, and must sell my
garden stuff" said Katinka, solemnly.
Papa, buy her vegetables ordered the lady.
What have you, little one? Beans, potatoes
and hollyhocks, / declared Papa, you go to
your Office, and Katinka-whata delicious namei
shall drive me home; then I'll buy her goods
and paint her picture. Good-by, papa. Give
me seat i'll your wagon, child"
katinka was lost in amaZement. What was
this extraordinary young lady about to do with
her?
On they drove. away from the noise and
hustle until finally they stopped in front of a
large brick house.
Julia" said the lady to a white-capped
maid who opened the door, take these vege-
tables to the kitchen. Call Smith, and ask
him to give this horse some oats. Katinka you
come with me-"
Sti1 in daze, Katinka followed her eccentric
hostess into a long room hung with pictures.
dollar besides the worth of your potatoes and
cabbages," said the lady.
Katinka clasped her hands in delight
" A dollar!" she repeated. Then L can buy
a Hcrp Of Judah! :"
The young lady few about, placing an easel,
hunting up pencils and brushes. Then
Katinka was whisked into chair, and hidden
to hold tightly to her sunfoYer while her
captor sketched as if for her life.
" You blessed little old-fashioned eherub :"
she was exclaiming "Turn your head trif1e
to the left. Therei there! Now don't move
for the love of Correggio himself. Oh, you
cherubi"
Sketch, sketch, sketch
Drop your eyelids. One doIlarEPu give
you two, my beauty"
Sketch, sketch, sketch The town clock
changed twelve.
." 1 guess I'll go home" faltered Katinka
"Only two minutes more. Now raise your
eyes. What Bless me- a tear? I've tired
you out you poor little image! Julia, bring
some cakes. Two dollars?-it shall be three
Come here and look at yourself"
Sure enough, there was Katinka's very face
peering at her from the easel, its eyes as big
and gray as her own.
MY, what a handsome sunfowerI" cried
Katinka.
Two hours later grandma and John beheld
Peter racing down the road.
d. IL
had sped into the house, waving fve-dOllar
bill before Johns swollen face
Say girl again!" quoth she.
where did you get it?" demanded the as
tonished John.
"SOld your cabbages-two dollars. Queer
lady made a pieutre of me-three dollars, be-
cause was girl"
"a picture of you? In that sun-bonnet?"
with your hair in your eyes like that2"
eyes"
"a picture of yous"
with sunfower in my hand. And she
said l was ehe-a ehe-a chetub or dab or rub.
Yes, that's it, q che-rHb. And she liked me be-
| cause was girl"
'Well, l never heard the like of that" cried
John, and his cheeks seemed to puff out bigger
than ever in his efforts to understand such
nonsense.
But there were several facts that John had
"never heard the like Of" One was that dur
ing the next October, when he and Katinka
were trotting to singing-school, each carrying
| a brand-new Harp of Judah, the folk of the
neighboring city were in raptures over GER
tain picture which hung in public gallery.
1t was the portrait of little maiden in 3
plaid sun bonnet who gazed at the crowd with
wide open, innocent gray eyes, and whose
mouth Wore such happy smile that one and
all smiled back at her. lust as you would at
lily" But it was no lily the child held in her
hand 1t was large rich yellow sunhower.
And no one knew who the picture was for
when they hunted it up in the catalogue all
they found was,
mo. u. Only Girl"
-Harpsr's Young People.