St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-17
He WAS AN ARTIST,
But She Married Him Just the
Same.


fore his arrival it was known as an attic.
1t had that trademark peculiar TO an artists
den, namely, dust and disorder. But this
morning there was a suspicion of neatnesS
in the arrangement of many unfinished
canVases: some of the dust and dirt had
been removed, though few splder-webS
lurked in the corners. However, taking all
into consideration, it was not so bad place
as it might be.
So thought its sole lord and master, by
name David Marvin. as he sat before his
easel. putting little darker background TO
the lovely face he was painting. Perhaps
YOU might not call it lovely, but / assure
you that the artist thought those deep brown
eyes the auburn hair, and the firm red lips
something extraordinary.
80 you think broom and water has
somewhat improved the appearance Of my
room. Miss Lothorp," he was saying to the
original of the portrait.
= do. indeed: | believe if l hadn't re-
minded you in time you would have been
entirely lost in the lacework those little
creatures were spinning about you," she re-
piled laughing, and flashing a glance Of
those liquid Orbs at Marvin.
II wish she wouldn't do that" he
thought, bending his aaXen head to avoid
any llltIt lOSllSS, Itt us outpost. Dl the
way. you wished to see those new water
color sketches of mine. didn't you?"
Yes. l should very much like to see
them, BIZ. Marvin
There was no mistake this time: the eyes
had curious CLEAN that caused the painter
to dive into corner in agony of search for
the sketches.
But what was this? Bump bump, up
the stairs it came, and amid great heayal
cf signs the door was swung open, and in
the open portal appeared a parsonage of
great proportions: an immense white chip
bonnet adorned with flaming red roses and
blue ribbons, Il purple gown. green flannel
bag of dimensions unknown, and a white
cotton umbrella made the tout ensemble.
Laws mercy, Davy! But them be the
awfuleSt stairs | ever seen. Here am /,
blowing like an old whale, and never a
breath of air in this stuiO of yours; it
Oughter been called stewpan, It's my
opinion. He he!'
Miss Lothrop had Withdrawn into a cor
ner by the window at the painting DANES
mceremoniOus arrival, and was now cycling
her gaudy attire with badly concealed mer-
riment on her face.
And never cheer. nuther. Bless my
soul, Davy, yer getting airy in yer sky par
lor; but you hain't farming no sense, that's
one thing; a tumblin' out yer cheers for this
rubbish" she continued, with majestic
wave of her hand to the works of art lying
around.
swell, upon my word, Aunt Eliza, you've
taken me by storm. l did not look for you
on such a hot day as this" at last gasped
David.
''Oh, no! 1 was sarten sure of that.
knew | wasn't wanted; that's just why
came, Dave Marvin" snapped Aunt Eliza,
looking vindctively at Miss Lothorp.
'Wh0's that?" she asked, in a stage
whisper.
Il beg your pardon, Aunt Eliza" said
David. recovering his lost energy and pull
ing himself up with a jerk Miss LothOrp.
allow me to Introduce my aunt, Miss
Hawkins"
u ~ from Redington. Pa: we've heerd
of EediH4ton inis>?' inquired the old lady,
viii. s1:ne j:;i:!c. IFS real smart place.
DWE Was b:u:@ up there" she went on,
sea,in-, hr sell.
Indeed" Miss LothorD murmered, en-
deayoriHg 10 appear interested, while Mr..
Marvin inWatGlN cursed his fate.
- hope that feiier hasn't been telling We
yarns about his an-an. oh, whatever YOU
call EN-: they say all in Phiiadelphy do. you
know. Why, do you know. | member
DaVy wien he was little chap in petit
coats, t9tchin' wafer from the well and
mindin' the babies, carryin' them pig-a-back.
He needn't blush. Davy: its gospel truth. ]
wonder what yer mother would say if she
seen We now. dabblin' in those nasty paints:
Like as not shes WaShin' your fathers
clothes: his fathers a miner. Miss Lothorp.
Why, yer surely not going?"
''Yes, you viii please excuse me, but |
1aplhar tho9 1 hoVa
ment that | can not slight. Goodbye
Il am sorry, Miss Lothorp," said David.
in husky voice, surprise and Indignation
making his naturally stupid tongue dumb.
Good morning. Oh. aunt, What have
you dQne" he exclaimed. as he closed the
door after the young lady. 81 can't hardly
say thank you for airing those spicy an
ecdotes of my juvenile days" he continued.
bitterly, as he busted himself before his
easel. ''What will she Think" was the
next thought And she'll never come
back" he mluckily muttered aloud Alas.
poor Dave.
you blamed fool, Dave Marvin ex-
claimed Aunt Eliza, grasping the ferule of
her umbrella. You blamed fool ~
''Auntn
'Y'are. L s'pose ven be bringing that
proud husSy home ter Redington wher
y ~ III" ~. lAS- w liNll AOu OO. DUI
never fear, Dave, 10 one that's insulteC
me-
''Once for all, aunt"
One-half hour afterward Aunt Eliza came
out into the broad daylight, mopping he
moist brows and frowning darkly at tn,
fifth floor window, from whence her painter
nephew was gazing down stupidity on tho
crowded street.
Another morning. two weeks later. david
was at his easel. working on the deep-browl
eyes, with the heavily-fringed lashes. Wa.
it-no-but it was the original again sittins
before him.
Yes, L really thought that you would
never come again. You were so terribly pu-
out you know" he was saying, the ho
blood mounting to his brows.
''Why, what made you think that? ]
was very much amused by the Old lady
she is very communicative. don't YOU
think?; she asked with queer CLEAN in
her eyes that the poor fellow dreaded Sc
much.
''Ah, yes-that is" he stammered
then quilted his work. and brush and pal
cite Were thrown down. Miss Lothorpr
''AIr. Marvin
He stopped and looked doubtingly
around him.
Miss LOthorp, don't you'll mean
would you mind hearing more about tha
little fellow who carried his sisters-th,
way she said?"
No answer; the eyes were hidden by tn,
long lasheS, and faint, shell-like tin
crept over her face.
You will not say that you have an en-
gagement?" he asked, thinking he Ina,
the upper hand, and consequently feeling
brave.
''Oh. will you not believe me? 1t wa
ll1r tho truth Wbxr ,-loull 4 ,,,a1-z :