The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1883-08-09

the last few weeks, sometimes sketch
ing, sometimes wandering about
with his knapsack on his back and
his portfolio under his arm. In
deed kind of half acquaintance
had sprung up between the young
artist and Charlie-one attracted
by the glimpses he had caught OF
the pictures contained in the won.
derful portfolio, the other by the
child's wistful glances and his rustic
beauty. IT,.
Busy with his own thoughts, and
Judging from his happy face they
were very pleasant ones-perhaps
dreams Of the time when some won-
derful picture CT his should hang
on the walls of the academy, and
by SO de;ng help hirl on the road
to ,ffa,ne and fortune -Eustace Car
roll had half crossed the field before
he noticed Charlie and mis- father.
Then his quick eyes told him the
meaning of the little scene; the
quiet, weary-looking child and the
sleeping father, with his untidy
clothes and collar and necktie un-
fastened, and his face, turned-up to
the blue sky that looked down upon
nothing SO debased as this man,
whom God had made "a little lower
than the angels" and who, by his
own vice, had thus degraded him
self. .
With the quick instinct of child
hood, Charlie understood the look
Of disgust with which the young
artist turned to him, saying kindly
as he did so:
You are waiting to take your
father home, I suppose?''
eyes. SIR replied the child.
whilst a flush of shame spread over
his face.
"Well, I think he is likely to lie
there for hours yet. Can't you
leave him?''
"No, sir, he might be run oyer or
fall into the river if I left him to
come home by himself
"Oh?" said Eustace, as he glanc-
ed toward the sleeping man, and
wondered if itwould be much loss
to any one if he did fall into the
river; but he checked the thought,
remembering that he with his re-
fined taste, and many kinds of
amusement, could form no idea of
the temptation which drink might
have for this man, with his smaller
advantages of, fortune and educa-
ton; and then an idea flashed
across his mind, and he determined
to act upon it.
"Have you had your tea, boy"
he asked as be unstrapped his
knapsack, and took out a small
parcel wrapped in paper.
'Mother will be sure to keep it
for me until I get home, SIR" re-
piled Charlie, too brave to COM
plain to stranger.
"Thats all right said Eustace,
understanding and respecting the
feeling that dictated the answer;
meanwhile, I shall give you this
piece of cake, just to pass the time
away. When 1 was small boy,
stray pieces of cake never pre-
vented me eating my meals when
they came, SO your mothers tea
will not be wasted. Now you sit
still, for / am going to make a pic.
ture, and when it is finished will
show it to you
Very few dainties fell to Charles
share in those days, and Eustaee
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 as the last currant disap.
peared.
"Well, was it good?" asked Eus-
tace, as he tied his portfolio.
eyes; mother does not put cur
rants in her cakes. Sometimes on
our birthdays, when father has not
been out, We have cake; but then
we have no seeds in il"
"And those are not so nice?"
"Oh, no, sir, of course not '' an
swered Charlie, surprised that any
one should ask such a question.
"Well, 1 am glad you like it. 1
am going back to the city in a. day
or two, but I shall put another
piece of cake in my knapsack in
case l meet you again before I 60.
Look here; do you know who this
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