The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-02-12
LITTLE MRS. HAYNES"
BY MAhGARET VERNE.

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1t was an eventful era in my young
life when my father announced his in
tention OF renting the light, airy,
southern chamber of our old brown
house to q young portrait-painter
who was about becoming a residentin
our village during u few weeks OF the
summer. Never before had an event
so stirring and excitingin it's tendency
broken over the monotony of my ex.
istence. Never before had my childish
imagination been furnished with so
wide a field OF action or my little
heart throbbed and palpitated with
such q strange mixture OF wonder and
delight. A portrait painter underour
own brown roof, within the walls of
my own home-what a rare chance for
my inquisitive eyes to draw in u new
fund OF knowledge! What an object
of envy should be tomylittle mates,
and how daintily would Imete out to
them what learned from day to day
OF the %wondrous man ofthe wondrous
employment.
had heard Of portrait-painters be-
fore. it is true, but only as l had
heard and read OF fairies in my little
story-books, or listened to my father
as he talked Of kings and courtiers in
the great world affair off. Upon our
parlor walls from my earliest remem-
brance had hung portraits Of my
grandfathers and grandmothers, but
Ihad no idea how their faces came
stamped upon the dark canvas, or
when or by whom their shadows had
been fixed within the heavygilt frames.
Like the trees that waved by the
door, and the lilacs that blossomeI
every year by the old gate, they had
to me always been so.
But now my eyes were to rest upon
the tace OF M whose existence had
been like a myth, a fable. What a
wonderful parsonage he would be!
What q dark vlsage he would boast,
and what u monstrous, giant-like
form! How entirely unlike every per-
son that had ever seen or known
would be this portrait painter.
While these speculations were at
their height in my busy BRAIN the hero
made his appearance, scattering them
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was nothinggiantlikei in the 1.-the, grace
full figure that sprang from the village
coach, or dark in the pleasant, boyish
face, shaded by soft masses OF brown
hair, and lit up by Il merry pair of
blue eyes, running over with mirth
and mischief. His name, too, quite
like the generality Of names, had
nothing wonderful Of striking by
which to characterize it. He
was simply Frank Haynes, nothing
more or less, and when, with a pleas
ant, easy grace, he sought to win my
childish favor ] should have been
quite at home had not the stunning
knowledge OF his art overpowered me.
1t was q strange freak for child of
ten summers, but somehow it crept
into my baby brain that / must not
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