The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-10-29
HE WAS AN ARTIST.

He had q studio on Chestnut street
before his arrival it was known as an
attic. 1t had that trade mark peculiar
to an artists den, namely, dust and
disorder But this morning there was
n suspicion of neatness in the arrange
ment of many unfinished canyases:
some of tho dust and dirt had beon re-
moved, though few spider-wobs lurk-
cd in tho corners. However, takino
all into consideration, it was not so bad
place as it might be.
So thought its sole lord and master.
by namc David Marvin, as he sat be-
fore 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 the art
ist thought those deep brown eyes, the
auburn hair, and the firm red lips
something extraordinary.
$50 you think broom and water
has somewhat improved the appear
ance Of my room, Miss Lothorp," he
was saying to the original of the por-
trait.
81 do, indeed; believe if hadn't
reminded you in time you would have
been entirely lost in the lacework those
little creatures were spinning about
you" she replied. laughing, and flash
ing a glance of those liquid orbs at
Marvin.
IL wish she wouldn't do that" he
thought, bending his tlaxen hoad to
avoid any more flashes let us suppose.
"By the way. you wished to see those
now watcr-color sketches of mine, didn't
youp"
Eyes. I should like very much to see,
them, MIR. Marvin"
There was no mistake this time; tho
eyes had curious gleam that caused
the painter to dive into corner in an
agony of search for tho sketches.
But what was thisP Bump, bump,
up the stairs it came, and amid great
heaVal Of sighs tho door was swung
opcn, and in the open portal appeared
parsonage OF great proportions; an
immense white chip bonnet adorned
with flaming red roses and blue rib
Dons' purple gown, green-fannel bag
Oh dimensions unknown, and a white
cotton umbrella made the tout ensem-
BILE.
Laws mercy, Davy! But them be-
the aWfulest stairs ever seen. Here
am L, a. blowing like an old whale, and
never o breath of air in this stuio of
yours; 1t oughtcr been called stewpan,
It's my opinion. He. heI'
Miss Lothorp had withdrawn into n
corner by the window at the painting
oame's unceromonious arrival, and was
now eyeing her gaudy attire with bad
~ concealed merriment on hor face.
"And mover cheer, nuther Bless
my soul, Davy, yer getting airy in yer
SKY parlor; but you hain't larning no
sense, that's one thing; a tumblin' out
yer cheers for this rubbish" she con-
tlhued, with majestic wave of hor
hana TO tho works of art lying around.
wen, upon my word, Aunt Eliza,
you Ye TAKEN me by storm. I did not
took LOT you on such hot day as this"
~ last gasped David.
"ohs mol was sarten sure of that
knew wasn't wanted; that's iust
why came, Davo Marvinr' snanne6
Aunt Eliza, looking vindictiyeIv of Miaa
Aothorp. who's thatP" she asked in
stage whisper.
II beg your pardon, Aunt Eliza ~
SAID David, recovering his lost enerov
and pulling himself mp with n ioIs
"Miss Lothorp, allow mo 20 introSuno
my aunt, Miss Hawkins.n '~"oN'
I'm from Redington, Pa. ve,va
heerd Of Redington, misspn 9, inoyS;roS yH vi
tho old lady, with some pride. dts a
real smart town, Davy was hrrnc ,,tS =
there, she went on, seating herself
'Indeedp' Miss Lothorp mnrmnrad
endeavoring to appear interested wbiIs
Mr. Marvin inwardly cursed bis fste
81 hope that feller hasn't been toiI;ro,
ye yarns about his an.-an, oh. wbataysS
or you call EN-; they say all in PbiIa-
delphy do, you know. WHY. do vo,,
know, member Davy when he were
little chap in petticoats, fetching wa.
tor from tho well, and mindin9 tha
babies, carryin' them pig-a.back. We
needn.t blush, Davy; it's gospel tYuth.
wonder what yer mother would saw IL
she seen yo now, dabblin' In those
nasty paintsP Like as not she's wash