Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-03-28

mean well; but studios are in request.
| cant let mine for nothing. You
haven't given me one cent for two
months, Mr.. Buckle"
you see I'm just establishing nv
self, Mr.. Buckle; "pupils come slow
ly. | spent all had i'm advertising and
paying the first months rent and buy
ing such furniture as I've got. sleep
in that hammock, and take down the
porticre for blanket; and so far I've
got only one pupil. 1t won't do to
starve. 1 live on dollar u week.
Now, where is the money for rent?"
Don seem to be any," replied the
landlord; that's why think maybe
you'd better move"
"Ah we'll suppose | must" said
Mr. Buckle. "I'll just give the lesson
and hang myself, or somethng-not
here, 1T would give the place a bad
name, you know, and you've been
most kind. Good morning. All, no,
don't apologize; it's all in the way of
business; and then a large man in Il
light overcoat bounced out and nearly
overset Miss Elizabeth as he ran down
stairs.
She, for her part, went into the
room all tremulous with surprise and
grief, and could hardly utter her usual
greeting.
She looked at Mr.. Buckle as he laid
out the pattern, and tested the shade
of the color in her palette cups, think
ing what fine, kind, pleasant face his
was.
She noticed, too, that the braid that
bound his coat was worn out and that
his knees were shiny.
Then he came around the table and
for the first time sat down beside her.
IN going to give up this studio,
Miss Hill, he said. This will be our
last lesson. I'll give YOU the address
of an excellent teacher who has vacan-
cies. He's little dearer than | am.
but ever SO much better"
"Oh, that can't be!' cried Miss
Elizabeth.
"Oh, yes, indeed" said Mr.. Buckle
I'm, after all, only an amateur-a
sort of imposter. I'm rather good at
watercolors. | know, but I'm not pro-
fessional, unless teaching YOU makes
me so. feel like telling YOU the
truth.
Il had a little fortune when / came
here and they told me that | could
treble it. I'm sure | couldn't say what
| did, with that object, but was told
one day that had lost it all
II III not business man. YOU know;
and then | thought I'd teach water
colors; and well, you've been my
only pupil, you know, SO I've got to
say goodbye; and-thcre'S something
else I'd like to tell you-but YOU
might be offended"
"Oh no. said Miss Elizabeth.
you II forgive me. Thanks" said
Mr.. Buckle. well, it is this-if |
hadn't been such a poor beggar I'd
have asked you if YOU could like me
enough to marry me. never met any
one SO nice-indeed, | never did; and
our tastes are alike and all that.
'I'll fry not ia think Of i more than
| can help, but | felt must tell YOU
before we parted forever"
Miss Elizabeth had put her handkcr-
chief to her eyes, and now was heard
to whisper something.
BEG PARDON said Mr. Buckle.
81 I've got plenty" said Miss Eliz-
abeth.
"Plenty?" repeated Mr. Buckle.
"Money' gasped Miss Elizabeth.
"Plenty for both"
"You kind little woman,' said Mr.
Buckle. and took her hand.
The brushes lay neglected. the color
dried on the palette.
They sat thus for a long while, then;
IF YOU really love me, said Miss
Elizabeth, lit doesn't matter which
has the money"
Its awfully sweet of You to feel
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