Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-09-13
HE WAS AN ARTIST,

attic. 1t had that trade mark peculiar
to an artists den, namely, dust and
disorder But this morning there was
a suspicion of ncatness in the arrange
ment of many unfinished canvases;
some of the dust and dirt had been re-
moved, though few spiderwebs lurk-
cd in the corners. However, taking
all into consideration, it was not SO bad
u place as it might be.
SO thought its sole lord and master,
by name David Marvin, as he sat be-
fore his easel, putting in little darker
background to the lovely face he was
painting. Perhaps you might not call
1t 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
was saying to the original Of the por-
trait.
II do, indeed; l believe If l 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 glance of those liquid orbs at
Marvin.
IL wish she wouldn't do that" he
thought, bending his flaxen head to
avoid any more flashes let us suppose.
''By the way, you wished to see those
new watcr-color sketches Of mine, didn't
youp"
Yes, should like very much to see
them, MIR. Marvin"
There was no mistake this time; the
eyes had a curious CLEAN that caused
the painter to dive into a corner in sn
agony of search for the sketches.
But what was this? Bump, bump,
up the stairs it came, and amid great
heaval of sighs the door was swung
open, and in the open portal appeared
parsonage of great proportions; an
immense white chip bonnet adorned
with flaming red roses aud blue rib
bons, a purple gown. green n-fannel bag
of dimensions unknown, and white
cotton umbrella made tho tout enscm-
BILE.
Laws a mercy, Davy! But them be
the awfulest stairs | ever seen. Here
am |. a-blowing like an old whale. and
never breath of air In this stujo OF
youIss ~ OugutcI uccH CullCu StCWp
. it's my opinion. lie, he!'
Miss Lothorp had withdrawn into
corner by the window at the painting
DANES unceremonious arrival, and was
now eyeing her gaudy attire with bad
ly concealed mcrriment on her face.
''And never Il 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-
tinued, 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. Ibid not
look for you on such hot day as this, !"
at last gasped David.
"Oh, no! | was sarten sure OF that.
knew l wasn't wanted that's just
why came, Dave Marvin snapped
Aunt Eliza looking vindictively at Miss
Lothorp. "Who's thatP' she asked. in
u stage whisper
Vi beg your pardon. Aunt Eliza, "
said David, recovering his lost energy
and pulling himself up with jerk.
"Miss Lothorp, allow me to introduce
my aunt, Miss Hawkins"
'I'm from Redington, Pa; ye've
heerd of Redington. missP" inquired
the old lady, with some pride. "lt's a
real smart town, Dayy was brung up
there" she went on, seating herself.
''IndecdH' Miss Lothorp murmured,
endeavoring to appear Interested, while
MIR. Marvin inwardly cursed his fate.
IL hope that fcller hasn't been telling
ye yarns about his an. AN. on, whatev.
er you call EN-; they say all in Phila-
del ply do, you know. Why, do you
know. member Davy when he were
u little chap in petticoats, fetching wa
ter from tho well, aud mindin' the
babies, carryin' them plg-a-back. "
needn't blush. Davy; IT'S gospel truth.
lwonder what yer mother would say II
she seen ye now, dabblin' in those
nasty paintsp< Like AS not she's wash
ing your fathers clothes; his fathers q
miner, Miss Lothorp. Why, yer surely
not goingp'
Yes; you will please excuse me, bu
remember that have pressing en-,
gagemenl that | cannot slight Good
bye"
II am sorry, Miss Lothorp," sale
David, IN II husky voice, surprise an,
indignation making his naturally stupit
tongue dumb. Good morning. On
aunt! What have you doneP' he ex
claimed, as he closed the door after thu
young lady, II can hardly say ! thanl
you Tor airing those spicy anecdotes o
my juvenile days" he continued, bit
terly, rs he busted himself before hi
easel. What will she thinkp" wa
the next thought. "And she'll neve
..,,., i,,rk ~ Ina unluckily mut Lsrt.