The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-07-31


share in those days, and Ilstace was
highly amused at the manner in which
he ate his cake, nibbling it off around
the edge so as to make it last as long as
possible ; and he succeeded SO well that
the picture was finished almost at the
same time us the last currant disappear
ed.
''Wcll, was it good ?"asIlcd Eustace.
rs he tied his portfolio.
Yes; mother does not put currants
III her cakes. Sometimes on our birth
days, when father has not been out, we
have cake but then we have no seeds
in it,"
"And those are not so nice 20
''Oh, no, sir, of course not !" ans
wercu Charlie, surprised that any one
should ask such a question.
"Well, 1 am glad you like it. am
going back to The city in IL day or two,
but / shall put another piece of cake in
my knapsacli in case meet you again
before go. Look here do you know
who this is 2"
Charlie glanced at the little picture
ltllstace held out to '.iI.. u..i ;hcn he
gave IL scream of surprise.
NWhy, it's me and father -
And SO it was and even though Ells-
tace should live to be an old man, he
will never succeed in making anything
more true to nature than that hurried
sketch. lie had just caught the. tired,
wisttul look on the child's face, and it
was all the more striking as it was
brought into such contrast with the VA
cant countcnance Of the tipsy sleeper,
who looked SO thoroughly out of place
beside the child, and the pleasant green
background of the hedge, where the
convolvulus blossoms mingled with the
wild rose and blackberry flowers. "Wait
moment" sad Eustace, and then he
wrote ut the bottom Of the sketch three
lines from poem of Burns:
no "o wad some power the glne gle us
Io see our>clI as ithcrS see us,
II wat from many Il trouble free us.'
'Therc, ''he continued. putting the
picture III the child'S hands. "You
shall have that, and if you like to show
IL TO your father one of these days, do
SO; it may teach him IL lesson" And, be-
fore the child could make any reply,
Eustace was off and away, tlamping
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 begun to believe in him, and
talk OF him as one Of the most promis-
ing painters of the day.
Still, in the midst of it all, he often
remembered his little sketch, and won:
der, though whether his idea that it
might do good had come to pass and OH
the day he Travelled dow 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 il after
many days."
"Such poor little crumb Of good
though it was,' said Eustacc to him
SELF, ''Still l wOnder--I Wonderland
l'll try to find it out, too"
And rs it happened, EuStace did find
it out more quickly than he expected,
for that very evening, rs he was re-
turning from walk, in the course of
which he had visited some of his old
haunts, there passed him on the road
man and handsome boy OF about thir-
teen.
"AIy little friend and his father"
suddenly thought Eustace whose quick,
artist eye seldom forgot a face or figure,
and he quickcncd his pace in order to
keep within Il short distance of the boy.
SO the three went on, past the corner
of the field where the sketch had been
taken, down tie road and across the
narrow bridge, till the man and boy
reached little cottage, the small front
garden OF which was gay with bright
colored, old-fashioned flowers.
That looks promising, "thought Eus-
tace; ''n0 drunllard ever had garden
like that" and determined to ascertain
the facts of the ease, he went up to the
door with the intention of asking the
nearest way to the next village.
Through the open door he caught q
glimpse Of the neatly kept cottage kitch-
Ell, us Charlie came forward to answer
the strangers question; but before half
the right turns had been described, IL
bright smile broke over the boys face
and, half turning around, he exclaimed :
"Father it's my painter |" and, to IL,
surprise, Eustace found that in tlat
household, at least, he was a hero; and
the young artist never felt more revcr-
ence for his art than he did us he listen
cd 10 the account Of tho good his picture
had done.
For some time Charlie had kept the
sketch, and had been af'Hid t., show it To
his father, but the man found it by
chance, one day, and 'It was more than
| could stand, sir" he said, addressing
Eustacc. 81 did not need any one to
tell me what it meant, but although I
wondered where 1t came from, | was
ashamed to ask. Somehow / could not
get the picture out of my head even
used to dream of it at night until it
fairly worried me, SO that gave up the
drink; and L hHd the picture hung up
there, that / might not have a chance OF
forgetting what dragged myself down
to once"
So the story ended; and in his heart
EuStace Carroll is prouder of that little
sketch, hanging in Il common black
flame over the mantclpiccc of the coun.
try cottage, than he would be if he
| should paint Il picture that would make
his name famous throughout his life.
| Oht Tn, Guns Uiiiizcd That hero.
tOioro useloss article, tho old TN oan,
| hae bncOnle IL factOr in trunk muk inU