San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1886-02-16
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the nrSJ thlng she did was To look
around for her Sunday clothes, which
on retiring to rest she had carefully
/ placed beside her bed. They We're gone.
and in their place lay the hahilimcnts
she was accustomed to wear on her er-
ratio pilgrlmagcs every day
Her face grew cloudy; she hunted all
round the chamber, but, finding moth
ing that she sought, she was compelled
to array herself as she best could.
William JONES'" she said, when she
sat with that worthy at a hermit's
breakfast of dry bread and whey,
where's my Sunday clOthes;"
William Jones fidgeted a bit, then he
| said:
They're put where you won't find
EN-. Look We now, Matt, you'd best be
after dOin' summat useful than Tunnin'
about after painter chap. was down
on the shore this morning, and seen
heaps O. wOOd-yOu'd best get some of
it afOre night"
Matt gave snort, but said nothing.
4 few minutes later her benign pro-
teCtOr left the cottage. and little after
he had disappeared Matt issued forth:
but instead of beating the shore for fire
wood. 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 strollmg about with his
hands in his pockets. and scanning the
prospect on every side for a sight of
her. Having got tired of this character
istic occupation. he at length sat down
and began to put few touches to the
portrait. Seeing that he was uncOn-
sciOus of her approach. Matt crept up
quietly behind him and took a peep at
the picture.
Her black eyes dllated with pleasure.
"Oh, amt it beautiful" she exclaimed.
so you have come at last said
Brinkley quietly. going on with his
painting.
She made no movement and no fur
Their sound; so he continued:
Perhaps now you haze come. you'll
be good enough to step round that
may continue my work. am longing
to refresh my memory with Il sight of
your face, Matt"
well, You can't" said Matt: they re
locked up"
"Eh-what' locked up my memory
or your face"
II was clear Matt could not auprrci-
ate banter. She saw him smile. and
guessed that he WAS laughing at her.
and her face grew black and mutnous.
She would have sunk off but his voice
stopped her.
Come here. Matt" hc said. don't
lie silly, chilli: tell me what the matter,
aud-why, what has become of your re-
splendent raimcm yom gorgeous Sun
day clotheS:'
Didn't tell YOU: they re locked
up"
Indeed"
Yes. William Jones done it cause he
told him. liz don't want me To come
here and be took"
"Oh! Tell y0u what it j., Matt. We
will have our own way. in 81 }rot them.
For the present this picture shall I've put
aside. If in day or 50 Nuu can. again
don your Sunday railnenl. and sit to
me again in them--lf not dare say |
shall be able to finish the dress from
memory. That portrait shall give 10
you. In the meantime. Il, want one
for myself will paint yuu rs Yea are.
DO you appr"Nr:'
Matt Nodded her head Vigorously.
Very we'll" said Hrmklry. Then we
will get on.
lie removed from his easel and care
fully covered the portrait upon which
he had been WORKING Then he put up
fresh cardloard aud SIT down. mvit-
ing Matt To do the same.
With the disappearance of the Sun
day clothes the girls st ffneSS seemed
to have disappeared also. and She be
came again a veritablr child of Nature.
She looked like shaggy Young pony
fresh from a race on them0untaim-Side
as she threw herself ON the ground in
an attitude which WAS all picturesque
ness and beauty. Then with herpIump,
sun-burned hand, she bcgam To careless
ly pull up the grass. while her black
eyes searched alternately the prospect
and the painter face.
Presently she spoke;
"He says you're a pryin' scoundrel,
she said.
Brinkley looked up and smiled.
"Who is he, Matt"
Mr. Monk" she replied, and gave a
| jerk with her head in the direction of
MOnkshurst
"Oh, indeed" said Brinkley. at is
my amiable equestrian friend, is it? I'm
sure I'm much obliged 10 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. cause YOU was a sCOln-
drel poking and prying."
Brinkley began to whistle, and went
on for while vigorously touching up
his work. Then he looked up and re-
garded the girl curiOuSly.
"Mr. Monk seems to he very much in
terested in yO', Matt?"
The girl nodded her head violently;
then, remembering the OdiOus caress to
which Mr.. Monk had subjected her. she
began to violently rub her cheek again.
why is Mr.. Monk so interested in
you? Do you know"
"P'raps it's cause he found me whom
| come ashore"
"Oh, he found you. did he? Then why
doesn't he keep YOU"
"He do, only live along q William
Jones'"
Again Brinkley began whistling light
ly, and working away vigorously with
| his brush. Presently tine conversation