Sacramento daily record-union., 1883-09-26
then he wrote at the bottom of the sketch
three lines from poem OF Burns
"oh, wad some power the giftie gle us
To see oursels as ithers see US,
l 7, u,ad fraa many a trouble free us


three lines from poem of Burns
"Oh, wa1 some power the giftie gle us
To see oursels as ithers see US,
II wad frae many q trouble free u.s.
"There, he continued, putting the pict-
ure in the child's hands, " I You shall have
that, and if you like to show it to your
father one of these days, do SO; it may
teach him q lesson And, before the
child could make any reply, Eustace was
off and away, tramping along the high
road.
Five years had passed before the young
| artist had the time and chance to visit the
Quiet village again. In those five years he
had done good work-had thought, and
worked, and painted, until people had be-
gun to believe in him. and talked OF him
as one of the most promising painters oi
the day.
Still, in the midst of it all. he often re.
membered his little sketch, and wondered
without much hope in the wonder
whether his idea that it might do good hao
come to pass; and on the day he Travelled
down to Morrison, the memory of the
scene came clearly before him with the
thought of the grand old words" Cast
thy bread upon the waters, for thou shall
find it after many days"
"Such a poor little crumb of good
though it was, :" said Eustace to himself
still 1 onder-I wonderland I'll try tt
find it out, too"
As it happened, Eustace did find it on
more quickly than he expected, for tina
very evening, as he was returning from |
walk, in the course of which he had visited
some of his old haunts, there passed hin
on the road man and handsome boy O
about thirteen.
"My little friend and his father, sud
denly thought Eustace, whose quick, arts
eve seldom forgot face or figure, and HI
quickened his pace in order to keep within
a short distance of the boy.
So the three went on, past the corner o
the field where the sketch had been taken
down the road, and across the bridge, til
the man and boy reached little cottage
the small front garden of which was ga.
with bright -colored old.fashioned flowers
"That looks promising" thought Eu
STAGE "no drunkard ever had gardel
like that" and, determined to ascertain
the facts Of the case, he went up to tn
door with the intention of asking the near
est way to the next village.
!, 1nr0ug0 tne open uOOl ue cduSub
glimpse of the neatly-kept cottage kitchen
as Charlie came forward to answer tn
strangers question but before half tn
right turns had been described, brigh
smile broke over the boys face, and, hal
turning around, he exclaimed:
"Father, it's my painter !" and, to hi
surprise, Eustace found that in that house
hold, at least, he was hero and tn
young artist never felt more reverence TO
his art than he did as he listened to tn
account of the good his picture had done
For some time Charlie had kept tn
sketch, and had been afraid to show it t.
his father, but the man found it by chance
one day, and sit was more than l coulC
stand, sir" said he, addressing Eustace
81 did not need any one to tell me what i
meant, but although 1 wondered where i
came from, l was ashamed to ask. Some
how could not get the picture out of n.
head. even used to dream OF it at nigh
until it fairly worried me, so that gave VI
the drink and had the picture hung VI
there, that l might net have chance o
forgetting what l dragged myself down t.
once"
So the story ended and in his hear
Eustace Carroll is prouder of that littl
sketch, hanging in common black franz
over the mantelpiece of the country cot
tsge, than he would be if he should pain
picture that would make his name famou
throughout his life.