Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1883-04-30
Welded to Art.

orchard wealthy in russet and golden.
fruit in the rear, a brook that goes
prattling and cleaning past the ca
pacious barn, from whose windows
peep golden sheaves, and under
whose caves cling the bulky swal-
lows nests.
| Such were the features of pleas
ant rural scene to be enjoyed by the
wayfarer along certain road in the
autumn time.
The door of the farm house opens,
and with a laugh and bound, Leila
Carter, maiden of about sixteen,
comes racing out. with shepherd
dog leaping and bounding by her
side.
Very charming indeed she looked,
with her lovely face and sparkling
eyes half hidden beneath the wide
straw hat, as she ran gaily along the
roadside or in the fields, now wild
with excitement as a stray rabbit
bounded from covert, and proceeded
rapidly to leave out of sight the fat
shepherd dog.
''Here, Sport, fetch it," she cries,
as she tosses stick far over clump
of thick underground.
On the other side of the clump,
hidden from view, sat young man,
busily sketching. The stick fell full
upon his easel, and striking his pen
Gil, knocked it from his fingers
''Hang it - he growled. "Who
threw that?" looking up just as Leila
and Sport came racing into sight.
Leila stopped short as she saw the
stranger, but Sport, nothing abashed,
ran on, picked up the stick, upset
the easel in doing SO, and with a
quick bound escaping the full force
of the kick aimed at him, came wag-
ging back to his mistress.
Haven't you anything better to
do miss, than running over the coun-
try spelling a fellows work." queried
the vexed stranger, as he picked up
the easel and brushed off the rotten
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He was a handsome, dark-looking
young fellow of about twenty-five,
with features indicative of strength
and self-reliance. AS he glanced
again at Leila, and obtained full
view of her for the first time, bis
expression softened into one of adj
miration.
She was STOPPING over Sport ten
derly, but fire was in her eyes as she
turned them towards the young man.
''How dare you kick my dog?" she
demanded.
He was about to speak more civ
lily than before, when sudden ides
entered his head, and he began tt
sketch rapidly.
"That's all he's good for, l dare
say-to be kicked," he answered
| carelessly, at length.
"You don't know anything abou
: it. He's the best dog in the world
and you're brute for kicking him
said fearless sixteen.
He sketched away as though hi
a life depended on it.
"Oh, well," he replied, afte
d another pause, 81 didn't hurt hir
e much, after all. He was too quic
for me-"
. 'sYou meant to, though, and
e was just as mean as though yo
had.'
I ''Well, you see, l was angry be
n cause he upset my work"
t 81 don't care" SAID Leila; ''h
= was only trying to please me; WASH
d you Sport?"
He looked at her again, then ;
= the canvas, then added a few MOI
,r strokes.
t, ssReally, / don't see how he ca
t, be blamed for that"
y And he glanced admiringly at her
~ Either the look OF the words ISL
70 wasn't used to compliments mollifie
her somewhat.
$ "Besides, I'll make amends"
ne added. .'How would you like pi
+, ture of Sport p
IS She came forward, and saw n
: only Sport, but herself bending ov
ho him. with mixture of tenderne
er and Indignation in her expressi'
er that had been very cleverly portra
ed. He drew out his sketch-bo
ad in the meantime, and hastily sketc
Gu ing Sport on leaf, tore it off, a
- handed it to her with a bow.
Isn't it -lovely~ she exclaime
ng stHow could you do it so 500
ny What are you going to do with Il
$. large picture p
''e 81 have some hopes of winning
prize next spring with it. Five m
ol utes ago felt like giving it up; n
,;a I feel rather confident of it. I'll
hat was the reason | spoke to you as
ac; did at first. / was afraid you wo1
re- go away, SO made you angry
IT, IT, 81 was angry, and called you
nis brute, too, didn't I? Well. / dc
care; you had no right to k
Sport; and she pouted prett
and whereat he laughed, and humbly b
e a ged Sports pardon.
to 'sIsn't your name Miss Carte
irs; he inquired, abruptly.
ne s'Yes, sir, it is.''
,a;d ssDid you never hear of a fel