The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-05-08
Welded TO ART.

an O1u 10OusOoO0 AoAu1 houS'
large and hospitsbIe looking; lowing
cattle and bIeating sheep; undulatinl
hills, clad in autumnal verdure il
front, across the winding country road
IN orchard wealthy in russell and gol
den fruit in the rear, a brook that
goes prattling and cleaning past the
,capacious barn, from whose windows
peep golden sheaves. and under
whose caves cling the bulky swallows
nests.
Such were the features of pleasant
rural scene to be enjoyed by the way
farer along a certain road in the au-
tumn time.
The door Of the farm house opens,
and with laugh and bound, Leila
Carter, a 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 stopping
to caress some half grown lamb, now
wild with excitement as stray rab-
bit bounded from covert, and proceed.
ed rapidly to leave out of sight the
fat shepherd dog.
"Here, sport, fetch it." she cries,
as she losses stick far over a clump
of thick underground.
On the other side of the clump,
hidden from view, sat young man,
busily sketching. The stick fell upon
bis easel. and striking his pencil,
knocked it from his fingers.
Hang it !" be growled. "Who
threw that p looking just as Leila
and Sport came racing into sight.
Leila stopping short as she saw
the stranger, but Sport, nothing
abasbed, 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
wagging back to his mistress.
Haven't you anything better to
do, miss, than running over the coun-
try, spoilinga fellows work ?" queried
the vexed stranger, as he picked w
the easel, and brushed off the rotted
wood adhering to the canvas.
He was a handsome, dark looking
Young Teller of abou. TWENTY-FIVE.
with features Indicative of strength
and self-reliance. As he glanced
again at Leila, and obtained a full
view of her for the first time, his ex-
preston softened into one of admria-
ton.
She was STOPPING over Sport tender
1y, but fire was in her eyes as she
turned them on the young man.
How dare you kick my dog p she
demanded.
He was about to speak more clviIly
than before when a sudden idea en-
tered his head, and he began again
to sketch rapidly.
That's all he's good for. | dare
ssy-to be kicked. he answered, care
1essly, at length.
You don't know anything about it.
Hes the best dog in the world and
you're brute for kicking him." said
fearless sixteen.
He sketched away as though his
life depended on it.
"Oh, well, he replied, after an
ether pause. 81 didn't hurt him much
after ALL He was too quick for me-
you meant to, though, and it was
just as mean as though you did"
"Well, you see, 81 was angry be-
cause he upset my works.
81 don't care, said Leila, she was
only trying to please me, wasn't you
Sport 2
He looked at her again, then at
the canvas, then added a few more
strokes.
'sReally, Idon't see how he could
be blamed for that
And he glanced admiringly at her.
Either the looks or the words (she
wasn't used to compliments) molli-
fed her somewhat.
''Besides. I'll make amends" he
added, "How would you like a pict-
ure of Sport :"
She came forward, and saw not only |
Sport, but herself bending over him,
with q mixture of tenderness and In.
dignation in her expression that had
been very cleverly portrayed. He
drew out his sketch book in the mean
time. and hastily sketching Sport on
D Leaf, tore it of, and handed it to her
with bow.
"Isn't it lovely ?" she exclaimed. |
''How could you do it SO soon! What
aye you going to do with this large
nict,lrn ?"