Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1884-02-07
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Five years hat 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, un-
til people had begun to believe in him,
and talked of him as one of the most
promising painters of the day.
Still, in the midst of it all, he often re-
membered his little sketch, and won
dered-without much hope in the won
der, though-whether his idea that it
might do good had 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 poor little crumb of good
though it was, )" said Eustace to himself;
''still ! wonder-I wonderland I'll try
to find it out, too"
And as it happened, Eustace did find
it out more quickly than he expected, for
that very evening, as he was returning
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.
'My little friend and his father" sud-
denly thought Eustace, whose quick, ar
tist eye seldom forgot face or figure,
and he quickened his pace in order to
keep within short distance of the boy.
So the three went on, past the corner
of the feli where the sketch had been
taken, down the road and across the mar
row 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; ''no drunkard ever had garden
like that;n and, determined to ascertain
the facts of the case, he went up to the
door with the intention of asking the
nearest way to the next village.
Through the open door he caught
glimpse of the neatly-kept cottage
kitchen, as Charlie came forward to an
swer the strangers question; but before
half the right turns had been described,
a bright smile broke over the boys face,
and, half turning around, he exclaimed:
''Father, it's my painter" and, to his
surprise, Eustace found that in that house.
hold, at least, he was hero; and the
young artist never felt more reverence for
his art than he did as he listened to the
account of the good his picture had
done.
For some time Charlie had kept the
sketch, and for time had been afraid to
show it to his father, but the man found
it by chance one day, and 'it was more
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ing Eustace. 81 did not need any one to
tell what it meant, but, although I won
dered where it came from, was ashamed
to ask. Somehow I could not get the
picture out of my head. I even used to
dream Of it at night until it fairly worried
me, SO that gave up the drink; and l
had 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 common black frame
over the mantelpiece of the country cot
tage, than he would be if he should paint
picture that would make his name fa-
nous throughout his life.