The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1886-07-30
A FORGOTTEN PICTURE.

Rummaging through dusty
closet of my studio the other day
ii closet where | had tucked away
unfinished pictures for years.
came upon a little sketch in oils
which sent the blood tngling
through my yiens as had suppos.
ed it could never do again. | put
it on the easel and sat before it for
hours, living over again an episode
In my lite so filed with pleasure and
pain that it may interest others to
read it. Let me describe the pic
ture. In the distance a low cot
tage standing in dim outline
against the shy, IN which one streak
of red at the horizon, left by the
setting sun, just lends light enough
to make the cold blue above it visi.
bic; dim suggestions Of low shrubs
with patches OF the last tints OF
autumn, a shadOwy path leading
down the slope to CLEAN OF water
ia the tight hand corner, the turn of
"A brook one gonld suspect. A leaf.
less tree near it. On the other side
two figures moving away from the
brook and the tree, one form short
er and lighter than the other, with
the outline of an arm about the
waist, the heads bent toward each
Other-lOvers, of course ! Aye, and
thereby hangs the tale. The knoll
on which the house stands hides
the scene in the valley from that
point, but any one from the other
side of the brook could plainly see
it all. saw it and made the sketch
from memory.
Now let me describe another
scene, not from canvas, but from a |
corner of my heart where the dust |
never comes. A glorious suuset IN
Juue, ayOung man-myselt in fact, |
for L was young once-walking |
along country road. had walk
ed from town to nay home in order
TO enjoy that beauty of nature
which comes but once Il year to
New England. The green of grass
and trees was still in its spring
freshness the air, laden with
sweetness of flowers and fruit bios
sons, soft and bdlmy; the sky
glowing with the light which liu-
gers after sunset at that season of
he year. As | came to a tuTu in
he road, saw a little fellow lean
ng against a rall fence, his hat in
lis hand, and the curls on his fore
lead damp with preparation. l
stopped in front of him, and looking
up with a sweet frank smile, he
iaid, "Ain't it awful hot, sirf
"You seem to be very warm" |
aid shave you beeu running y
"Oh, no, sir F; couldn't run with
hat Jug. pointing to brown stone
ug at his feet, "t's mighty heavy
md makes me puff, can tell yOu."
whats in the Jug" l asked lift
ng it frOm the ground and fiuding
unexpectedly heavy.
"Maple syrup, sir. was taking
up to Farmer Changers to Ka-
lie, she likes it so much +; and you
NOW maple syrupS tue heaviest /
hing in the world except lead"
"ADd who is Katie, that you {
hould work so hard for her a.
"Why, Katie Graugers my {
weetheart always has been--and |
her I'd get her some syr-
~ way back in April, bnt couldn't [
'et enough sap from our trees TO {
make a tea-cup full, SO [ earned {
ONE money helping father ia the |
priug work and went 10 town to- !
ay and bought four quarts, that's
gallon you kuow; it came from
Termont, aud it's awful good. / II
guess she'll like it.S
"Are you very fond OF Katie p l /
sked.
"Fond of heri we'll 1 should
hink so; she's my sweetheart / J
Ell You and always has been.'
The boy was about twelve years
ID, and had II not been for the Sc I
ous expression in his bright young &
yes, 1 should have laughed at cal {
avs" uttered In that connection.
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