Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1884-05-19

Elizabeth, hardly able to tear herself
away from the contemplation of the
blue sky, with white clouds, that had
grown under her brush. 81 have had |
a delightful lesson.''
Again she waited with impatience.
Again she climbed up the long stairs.
Again there were no other pupils
present. Again none arrived.
But this time brown roof grew
under her brush and gray branches
lay against the sky.
The trunk of tree was indicated,
and the figure of child was careful
ly sketched amongst the blossoms,
as yet only outlined in the foreground.
Miss Elizabeth trembled with pride
and happiness.
''You must find me very stupid,
she said. s'But don't you think | can
learn if l apply myself?''
81 am sure you will do WE'LL" said
Mr.. Buckle s'more than well. You
have talent, madam-decided talent
for art
On her way home, Miss Elizabeth
thought with rapture that perhaps a
day might come when she should open
catalogue and see "Sunset," or
"Reverie," or "Moonlight Hours
or some such romantic title, among
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 tho pro-
priety of being the only scholar of q
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
opportunities The quarter was over
and she was beginning to wonder
whether Mr.. Buckle would trouble
himself to teach class of one for so
small sum. When hurrying up
stairs to her lesson she heard voices
within the door, and paused. Two
men were talking. One was Mr..
Buckle.
''If you can but wait little,'' she
heard him say.
"Well, | have waited, haven't | 2"
replied the other voice II know you
mean we'll; but studios are in request,
l can't let mine for nothing. You
haven't given me one cent for two
months, Mr.. Buckle"
s'You see I'm just establishing my
self" said Mr.. Buckle; pupils come
slowly. | spent all [ had in adver-
tising and paying the first months
rent and buying such furniture as I've
got. l sleep in that hammock, and
take down the portiere for blanket !;
and so far I've got only one pupil.
1t won't do to starve. [ live on a
dollar a week. Now where is the
money for rent?'
''Don't seem to be any, replied
the landlord that's why think may
be you'd better move"
'Ah well, l suppose / must" said
Mr.. Buckle.
''I'll just give this lesson and hang
myself, or somethlng-not here, il
would give the place a bad name,
you know, and you've been most kind.
Good morning. All, no, don't apol-
ogize its all in the way of business )
and then large man in a light over.
coat bounced out and nearly overset
!
She, for her part, went into the
room all tremulous with surprise an(
5 grief, and could hardly utter her usu
al greeting. ..a
. She looked at Mr.. Buckle as he lait
out the pattern, and tested the shade
of the color in her palette cups, think
ING what fine, kind, pleasant fac
q his was.
She noticed, too, that the braic
that bound his coat was worn out
, and that his knees were shiny.
It Then he came around the table ant
for the first time sat down beside her
i ''I'm going to give up this studio
:. Miss Hill," he said. "This will b
s our last lesson. I'll give you the ad
/ dress of an excellent teacher who ha
vacancies. He's a little dearer tina
q [ am, but ever SO much better" :"
ssOh, that can't be p said Mis-
= Elizabeth.
ooh, yes, indeed" said Mr.. Buck
: lie. I'm after all, only an amateur
'o a sort of impostor. I'm rather goo
I at water-colors, | know, but I'm nc
= professional, unless teaching 20
10 makes me so. | feel like telling yo
io the truth.
~ / had little fortune when | can
here and they told me [ could treb
it. I'm sure [ couldn't say what
did, with that object, but was to-
i one day that had lost it all.
! I'm not business man, you know
and then / thought I'd teach waite
. colors and-well, you've been N
only pupil, you know, so I've got
say goodbye; and there's somethir
: else I'd like to tell you-but yo
- might be offended"
''Oh, no" said Miss Elizabeth.
pd you'll forgive me. Thanks, sa
m Mr. Buckle. .sWell, it is this-if
hadn't been such q poor beggar |