The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1886-11-13

Was it not bad enough for this
patronizing artist 10 come here at all.
poaching $50 to speak, on her manor,
but he must even want to crowd her
out of her solitary tower of refuge?
This was certainly the height of pre-
But as Alice fried the Ash and
sliced up Ihe juicy, crimson tomatoes
for her grandfnther's meal, Il softer
sentiment stirred in her bosom.
Perhaps the yOul.g man was poor
and friendless, struggling To make
his way in the world /; aud that in-
vaii!l aife of his, who could not stir
without cruiches, and was universal
~ reported to he so very uncertain
in iemp'er-- was not that trial enough
for anybody?
Alice was sorry that she had spok-
en- so sharply.
When she came back ocross the
r'i9tN i'lS Siu''S, Iltit iUt INV tEit
had left lis deposit of feathcry SEA
weed and deiiralely.tiused shells,
Mr.. E-terlicld eat skcicling By The
old boat.
Il have changed my mind" said
Alice, walking up 10 him. There
is space for your easel. as well H.
mine, in the lantern room.
"May we STARE the studio togcth.
or ?" said the young man. jnytully.
Thanks, Il thousand times! and |
will try To take up as lille room as
possible"
So there were two artists now in
the round room of the lighthouse.
Grandfather Ay!mer came there
sometimes to read his paper and chat.
Old David "posed' more than once,
after Mr.. Esteriield made him COM
prehend that he WAS to come in his
fisherman's suit instead of his Sun
day clothes, with stiff collar ahd a
hat that came down over the bridge
of his nose.
Aiire grew TO like her feIlOw.artist,
and she treated hlm with soft, gra-
ci"us dignity that mcame her well.
"Everyhody seems to admire your
pictures so much ~ said she, with a
sigh. II wish l could paint as you
do"
"It's all in practice" said Mr.. Es-
tel0rld, intent on bringing out the
scarlet iou hes in cluster of autumn
caves in his foreground.
"How nice it would be-" said A..
icp, "if Mrs. E-tertield could colue
here and look at you work"
"Don't mention such n thing" said
the artist, laughing. "I've the great.
est respect for her. Of course, an,i con-
siderailnn, and all that sort of thing;
but between ourselves, Miss Alice,
we're a great deal more peaceful here
without her than with her. She cart
help srolGing and freitingand finding
fault" he added. apoiogeticaliy, rs
Alice looked reproachfuIIy at him.
ITS her nature. SUPPOSE"
Poor fellow" thought Alice.
"But he ought not to speak SO of his
wi.e."
She began to wonder what sort of
Il person Mrs. Este field was as to
Looks. Was she pretty? Was she
young?
Yet Alice was tco proud To ask
questions of any body.and she was de-
lighted when there canie an order for
a painted conch.shell from ca an
lady at The hotel. who desired it for
a souvenir.
II will take II there myself" she
Thought. 'and | shalt see Mr.. Ester.
fields wife. Aud then-then tt,ink
[ had better accept Cousin Be,sey
Prideaux's offer TO 20 Ia Nebraska
Ci'y 10 teach her little girls"
For Alice had just begun to I've con .
sciouS that she was Incoming too
much interested In Gordon Ester.
field. He WAS so y0un4, so hand
some. so pnthusias ic in his art-antl
even the fact of hat great trial %. his
existence, the 'rInpIrd wife, lent an
Widitiula! glamour To his surround
ings.
The Cuban lady was charmed with
the painted cunriI she'll.
III shall show it 10 La Donna e..
tplfle,d," she said. "Chne with me,
Sisnora. La Donna Is "A c,it,c-sAe
knows all of art"
And Alice iimidly followed the
fat Cuban lady into II shaded room
where, wrapped in shawls, II pailid
midl.e-ased parsonage was lying on
il sofa,
"It's pretty WELL" she sail, dis.
conlentediy, surveying The shell
"It'5 crude-aIl these things are
crude, What can II young girl kEow
Of true art feeling? Nobody under.
Standh-UOt even Gor,lOn. Whprt.',