The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-01-12

her brush. 81 have had delightful
lesson"
Again she waited with Impotence.
Again she climbed up the long stairs.
Again there were no other pupils pres
emit. Again none arrived.
But this time a brown roof grew I'M
der her brush, and grey branches lay
against the sky.
The trunk of tree was indicated,
and the figure of child was carefully
sketched amongst the blossoms, as yet
only outlined in the foreground.
Miss Elizabeth tremblcd with pride
and happiness.
You must find me very stupid" she
said. But don't you think | can learn
if apply MYSELF
II am sure you will do well, said
MIR. Buckle; more than well. You
have talent, madam-decided talent
for art,
On her way home Miss Elizabeth
thought with rapture that perhaps q
day might come when she should open .
catalogue and see Sunset" or "Re-
verie," or Moonlight Hours" or some
such romantic title, amongst the list
of pictures, followed by the delightful
words, 'by Miss Elizabeth Hill"
The thought chased away the scru-
Piles that troubled her as TO the pro-
priety of being the only scholar Of a
single gentleman; and, then, he was
so gentlemanly. He never quite closed
the door He sat at the opposite side
of the table. He was decorum itself.
And such genius How foolish of the
other members of that limited class not
to avail themselves of such opportuni-
ties. The quarter was over and she
was beginning TO wonder whether Mr..
Buckle would trouble himself 10 teach
class of one for so small sum. When
hurrying upstairs to her lesson. she
heard voices within the door, and paus-
ed. Two men were talking One was
Mr.. Buckle,
III YOU can but wait a little" she
heard him say,
Well, have waited, haven't l7'
replied the other voice. Il know YOU
mean WELL but studios are in request,
can't let mine for nothing. You have
not give me one cent for two months,
Mr.. Buckle.
You see I'm Just establishing N.Y.
self, said Mr. Buckle; pupils come
slowly. spent all | had in advertis-
ing and paving the first months rent
snd buying such furniture as I've got.
l sleep in that hammock, and take
down the portiert for blanket. and so
far I've got only one pupil. 1t won't
do 10 s,arve. | live on dollar week.
Now, where is the money for rent?'
Don't seem 10 BE any," replied the
landlord; that's why think maybe
Won 1 better move,
An well, lsUppose" must, said Mr..
Buckle IN jas; give this lesson snd
hang nyself. Or something-not here,
il would give the place bad name,
ron know. snd you've been most kind.
Gyeoi-mo-n n. An no, don't apologize;
if's sli in the wsy OF business and
then large man in light overcoat
bounced 0a1 ani nearly overSet Miss
E-rstst5 8 be raa downstairs.
S1s. 10. her par, went into the room
81. t-e-g.cus with surprise and grief,
sri os1.6 hardly utter her usual greet
Ing.
She looked at Mr. Buckle as he laid
out the pattern, ami tested the shade
of the color in her palette cups, think
ing what line, 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.
I'm 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 Eliza
beth.
"Oh yes, indeed said Mr.. Buckle.
I'm, after all, only an amateur--a
sort of impostor I'm rather good at
water-coors, know, but I'm not pro-
fessional, unless teaching you makes
me SO. | feel like telling you the whole
truth.
II had little fortune when ! came
here, and they told me | could treble
it. I'm sure couldn't say what | did
with that object, but was told one day
that had lost it all.
I'm not business man, you know;
and then thought I'd teach water
colors; and-well, We been my only
pupil, you know, SO I've got to say
goodbye; and--there's something else
I'd like to tell you-but you might be
offended
"Oh no." said Miss Elizabeth.
You'll forgive me, Thanks said
Mr.. Buckle 'Well, it is this-if had
not been such 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
IN try not to think Of it more than
can help, but | felt that must tell
you before we parted for ever"
Miss Elizabeth had put her handker-
chief to her eyes, and now was heard
to whisper something.
Beg pardon, said Mr.. Buckle.
live got plenty" said Miss Eliza
beth.
"Plenty3' repeated Mr.. Buckle.