Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1884-03-13
THE NORTHWEST.
The Only Pupil.

Miss Elizabeth Hill was still prett
little woman, with nice hair and It'd
little figure, when her father died
One after the othei her elder sister
had uarried and left home; and Liz
zie kept house for her wido we'd fathe
and forgot the lapse of time.
He was old when he went quietly t,
sleep for the last time that people hac
thought Elizabeth would be "preparet
for her loss;' but she was not, an d af
Der the first great grief and the shocl
Of leaving the old home, when tn
property was divided and the hous,
cold, she found that another chang,
had befalIen her. She was no longer
Miss Lizzie the youngest daughter
still at home, but middleaged spinstel
living In boarding house.
She was exactly in the condition tc
jump at anything which offered occu
patton and interest, when the postman
ane day brought her a circular, gill
edged and rose tinted, bearing these
words:
"Mr. Buckle respectfully desires tc
make known to the public that he
ID about to reopen his class in watei
color painting, English school, next
Monday. Terms most reasonable.
EARLY application desirable, as the
humber of pupils will be limited
Studio No.--,-st." gH
II was an attractive looking card,
and as Miss Elizabeth read it an idea
came into her mind. Why should
she not take lessons in water color
psiuting2 +1 . /" FL .t~ f..
A little thrill ran through her at
Shis thought. She got her bonnet and
mantilla, her parasol and her gloves,
and taking her card with. her, hurried
% make application for a place in the
Glass before 1t was too late, for 1t was
now Saturday afternoon.
She found the number easily. A
hrge building with many rooms. and
at the top of the house four engravers,
q lady "designer on wood" and Mr..
Buckles name on neat door plate.
Miss Elizabeth quite breathless by
his time, applied her knuckles to the
panels, and after a little delay and
come creaking of boots on a bare floor
the door opened and q middle aged
gentleman with lew gray hairs in his
whlskers and bald spot on his head :,
appeared, with palette on his thumb
and brush in his hand.sand bowing
Politely, requested the lady TO enter.
"Mr. Bacals?" Elizabeth asked
with an interrogative infection.
n The gentleman bowed again.
IL received your card,n said Miss
Elizabeth. IL think I should like to
Join your class. If it is not full"
e'It is not full as yet. madam re
piled Mr.. Buckle, ''and should be de.
lighted to receive you as a pupil"
She inquired his terms. They were
very reasonable. She paid it on the
spot, received a little list of necessary
paper, colors, etc and went away
Sun lay passed slowly, despite its three
episodes of chuach going she awaited
her first lesson with such impatience
At last the hour came. She climbed
she stairs again, and entered the door
of the room on which the name of
Buckle appeared A long pine table
and six Cane bottom chairs, an easel
and some canvases and portfolios furn-
lshed the room. A South American
hammock was twisted into a coil and
hung over some pegs. A blanket por
Gere hung on a rod within the door.
But there was no one there but Mr.
Buckle. "Am too early?" Elizabeth
ask, glancing at her watch. 81 see
an the first
'Oh, no, indeed" replied Mr.. Buck
se. 1T is the other pupils who are
TOO late. We won't wait for them
He began his lesson at once, and
Miss Elizabeth was absorbed in her
work. An hour passed-two.
The lesson was over. No pupils had
arrived. 81
Again she waited with i,npatience.
Again she climbed up the long stairs.
Again there we're no other pupils pres
Ant. Again none arrived. But this
dine brown roof grew under her
crush and gray branches lay against
he sky. The trunk of tree was ln-
Aicated and the figure of child was
carefully sketched amongst the bios.
CONS, as yet outlined in the fore
ground.
Miss Elizabeth trembled with pride
and happiness. Fa{
On her way home Miss Elizabeth
thought with rapture that perhaps a
day might come when she should open
8 catalogue and see Sunset" or
Moonlight Hours,' or some such ro-
mantle title, among the list of pic
snres, followed by the delightful
words: by Miss Elizabeth Hill"
Ihe quarter was over, ar d she was
Neglnnlng to wonder whether Mr.
Guckle would trouble himself to teach
q class OF one for so small sum.