The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1885-10-21
HE WAS AN ARTIST.

Ho had studio on Chestnut street
before his arrival it was known rs an
attic. 1t had that trade mark peculiar
to an artists den, namely, dust and
disorder. But this morning thero was
suspicion of neatncss in the arrange
ment of many unfinished canvases;
rsome of tho dust and dirt had been re-
moved, though few spidcr-webs lurk-
cd in tho corners. However taking
all into consideration, it was not so bad
u place as it might be.
SO thought its solo lord and master,
10y namo David Marvin, as he sat be-
aoro his easel. putting in little darker
background to tho lovely face he was
painting. Perhaps you might not call
it lovely. but assure you that tho art
ist thought those deep brown Dyes, the
auburn hair, and the firm rcd lips
something extraordinary.
$50 you think broom and water
has somewhat improved tho appear
ance of my room, Miss Lothorp,h ho
was saying to tho original of tho por-
trait.
II do. indeed; believc if hadn't
1remindcd you in time you would have
been entirely lost in the lacework those
,littlo creatures woro spinning about
you," sho replied. laughing, and flash
ing glance of those liquid orbs at
Marvin.
IL wish she wouldn't do that" he
thought. bending his faXen head to
avoid any moro flashes lot us suppose.
"By the way. you wished to see those
new watcr-color sketches of mine, didn't t
youp"
"Ycs, should like very much to SEQ
them. Mr.. Marvin"
There was no mistake this time; tho
eyes had curious gleam that caused
tho painter to dive into cornor in an
agony Of search for tho sketches.
But what was thisp Bump, bump,
up the stairs it camc, and amid great
hcayal OF sighs tho door was swung
opon, and in tho open portal appeared
parsonage of great proportions; an
immense white chip bonnet adorned
with flaming rcd roses and blue rib
bons. a purple gown, groen-flannel bag
of Dimensions unknown, and white
cotton umbrella made the tout ensem-
BILE.
Laws q mercy, Davy! But them bo
the awfulest stairs ever seen. Here
am /, a-blowing like an old whale, and
never breath of air in this stujo OF
yours; 1t oughter boen called stewpan,
It's my opinion. Hc, her'
Miss Lothorp had withdrawn into o
corner by tho window at the painting
DANES unceremonious arrival, and was
now eyeing her gaudy attire with bad
ly concealed merrimont on her face.
''And never u cheer, nuthor Bless
my soul, Dayy, yer getting airy In yer
aLU nurlnr. hstt Won hain'f larninoy M
sense. that's ono thing; tumblin' out
yor cheers for this rubbish" shc con.
tinued. with majestic wavo of her
hand 10 tho works OF art lying around.
"Well, upon my word, Aunt Eliza,
you've taken mo by storm. Ibid not
look for you on such hot day as this"
at last gasped David
.Oh, no! was sarton sure of that
knew wasn't wantcd; that's just
why came, Davo Marvini" snapped
Aunt Eliza, looking vindictivcly ut Miss
Lothorp. who's thatp" sho asked, In
~ stage whisper.
"I bog your pardon, Aunt Eliz
said David, recovering his lost energy
and pulling himself up with jerk.
'"MlSs Lothorp, allow mo to introduce
my aunt, Miss Hawkins"
n IN from houinB8oh, ~ yoVv
hecrd of Redinaton, missP" inquired
tho old lady, With some pride. "Its a
real smart town, Davy was brung up
there" she won't on, seating horseli.
3'.indeodp' Miss Lothorp murmurod,
ondeayoring TO appear interested, while
Mr. Marvin lnwardly cursed his fate.
al hopo that fellor hasn't been telling
ye yarns about his au. Ian, oh, whatov-
or you call 'em; thoy say all Ia Phila-
tloIphy do. you know. Why, do you
know, member Dayy whom he were
little chap In petticoats, fetching WA.
ter from the we'll, antl mlndin' the
babies, carryln' them pig-a-back. Ye
noedntt blush. Davy; it's gospel truth.
wonder what yer mother would say II
sho seeD 80 now dpbblin, In those
nasty palnisF Like as not she's wash.