The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-06-27

arratic pilgrimages every day
Her face grew cloudy; she hsnted all around
the chamber, but finding nothing that she
sought she was compelled to array herself as
best she could
civilian Jones'" she said, when she set
with that worthy at hermit's breakfast Of
Try bread and whey, 'wheres my Sunday
clothesgn
William Jones fidgeted bit, then he said:
"Thcy're put where you won't find 'em.
Look We now, Matt, you'd best be after dom
summat useful than runEil' about after o
painter chap. was down ON tho shore this
morning, and 1 soon hears o wood-youd
best get some Of il ".p night'
Matt gave q ~! Lat said nothing. A
few minutes later - bp.iCn protector left
the cottage, and little after he had di5ap-
peared Matt issued forth; but instead of
beating the shore fer firewood, as she had
| been told to do, she ran across the fields to
the painter.
She found him already established at his
work. The fact was he had been for some
time strolling about with his hands in his
pockets and scanning the prospect on every
side for sight of her. Having got tired Of
this characteristic occupation, he ct length
sat down and began to put a few touches to
the portrait. Seeing that he was unconscious
]
hind him and took peep at the picture
Her black eyes dilated with pleasure
"Oh, amt it beautiful she tx laimed.
! $50 you have come at LAST said BrinklCy
! quietly, going on with his painting.
| She made no movement and no further
sound; so he continuod
'Perhaps, now you hare come, you'll be
good enough to step round that l may CON
tinue my work. am longing TO refresh my
memory with a sight of your face, Mattr
swell, you can't" said Matt; they're
lockedupln
"Eh-whats locked up--my memory or
your faceF
1t was clear Matt could not appreciate ban
ter. She saw him smile, and guessed he was
laughing at her, and her face grew black and
nyItinous. She would have skunk off but his
voice stopped her.
"Come here, Matt" he said. Don't DO
silly, child; tell mo what's the matter, md
why, whct has become of your resplendent
raiment-your gorgeous Sunday clothesg'
''Didn't I tell you?-they're locked up"
"Indeed2'
''Yes, William Jones done it cause he told
him. lie don't want me to come here and be
took.o
'Ohl Tell you what it is, Matt, we will
have our own way in spite Of them. For the
present this picture shall be put aside. If in
a day or so You can again don your Sunday
raiment, and sit to me again in them-if
not dare say shall be able to finish the
dress from memory. That portrait l shall
give to you. In the meantime, as ! want one
for myself, will paint you as you are, Do
you approve"
Matt nodded her head vigorously.
Every well, y said Brinkley. 'Then we will
get on"
He removed from his easel and carefully
covered the portrait upon which he had been
working. Then he put up q fresh cardboard,
and sat down, inviting Matt 20 do the same.
With tie disappearance Of the Sunday
clothes IT, girls stiffness seemed 10 have dis
appeared also, and she became again a YER
liable child Of nature. She looked like n
shaggy young pony fresh from n race on the
mount2iu-a,de, ms she throw herself on the
ground in an attitude which vas all pictur-
sequences and beauty. Them with her plump,
sun-buinal hand she began to carelessly pull
up the grass, while her black eyes searched
alternately the prospect and the painter,
, face.
Presently she spoke:
ale says you're pryin' scoundrel," sh,
said
, Brinkley looked up and smiled.
"Who is Lc, NuttE
"Alr. Monl" she replied, and gave ierl
with her head in the direction Of Moulshurst
ooh, indeed said Brnliley at is my
amiable equestrian friend, is it! I'm sure In
much obliged TO him. And when, may / ask
did he bore you with his opinion of me~
/ Last night, when he come to see William
Jones. He said wasn't to be took no more
5 cause you was n scoundrel, polsin' ant
pryin'."
. Brnliley began to whistle, and went on fo
4 | a while vigorously touching up lis work
Then he looked up and regarded the CIR
curously.
0 ''Mr, Monk seems to be very much inter
G ested in gou, Mattf
The girl nodded her head vigorously; then
remembering the oiious cares to which Mr.
AIonl; had subjected her, she began t. tic
lcYtlv rub her cheek again.
i why IS Nj. Monk SO interested il you
q Do You known
s "P'raps it's cause he found mewhen com
ashore
d "Oh, he found you, did hel Then VIII
r joesnt he keep your
He do, only l live along o william
JONES'"
Asfin Brialilcy began whistling l,sh'
an working away vigorously with J..
bru h. Presently the conversation hegal
; again.
!, Matt, what things did you come ashoc
:, a.
u ~ dnno!'
N You have never heard whether anything
/ was found with you which might lead +
~ your finding your relationsr
II mo; no more has William Jones. Ii
ID snys maybe they'll find me some day and r.
- ward him, but MIR. Monk says they were
n Iownded, and 1 amt got no friends 'ceE
Va him and William Jones"
''Wel, since he found you, suppose b
~ ought to know; and since YOU have no reli
M lions Matt, and no claim upon anybody i
M the world, it was very kind Of Mr. Monk I
X keep you, instead of sending you to the worl
10 house, a. he might have done"
sT On this point Matt seemed rather skeitica
"Wcil,' continued Brinkley, as he went c
lightly touching up his work, 'parhaps ha,
~ done my equestrian friend a wrong PrrhaI
= his ununiablo exterior bylieslis real nature
A. perhaps he is good and kind, generous to Il
poor, willing to help the helpcss-l;e yo
- for instance
y ''Is it him" exclaimed Matt; "Monk,
ri Monkshurstl Why he don't give nothin'
nobody. No fcar.n
"And yet, according TO your own shown
he has helped to support you alltaase years
you, who have 10 claim whatever upon him
IL This as an enigma 10 which MatJ had
solution She sCid no more, but Briukle
while Ee continued his painting, silent
ruInina I'd thus;
tit strikes me this puzzle would be wor
> unraVch lg il ! could only ihll Tie lie
p Query, is The young person the key, if / b
knew how 10 usa hyr3 ! rhaps, since t
Gmialln Monk ovid utly Il likes my conf
, into JJWl.1r tCnf ion with her. liE5 il Won