New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-01-27
DOWN SOUTH.
THE MAN IN THE ULSTER.

as II something out Of novel were going 10 happen,
or that It would be only just to circumstances tn~'
something should happen. In Wow OF all posslo''0s
could have wished that the cheoks OF this person nu
been less suggestvely puffy. stIll he remover MO
can with quite bewitching flourish, and bowen 50
low that II he had gone inch nearer 1no s'ounu
his salutaHon would have been bur1esdue' AS u
was in his way he appeared TO be as respectful as tho
twins were in their way. Tho intentness Oh ms ook
was given 10 Amabel; he naturally rocogn'Hou 'hs'
ne had Just been sitting on her portrats MS r0nerH
threw us back again the darkness OF our ignorance
concerning the picture.
He said OF course it was who had thus caught the
utcuess of my friend He congratulated me. He
took off his hat again. l told him tmidy that we
had lust now suppose this was his work
He smiled I'm large manner He thanked me. He
explained that though no was an artist ne had not
been IN this spot for fifteen years, or whereabouts lie
looked about him as II he paid compliment 10 the
scenery by admiring It.
was watching this stranger, feeling In dim way
that he reminded me of some ono.
He buttoned his ulster and put IFS sketching pad
I'm hts pocket Ho talked all tho time In rather
husky voice Would We DO kind enough TO tell him
whore we were staying? Thanks. He hoped to meet
ne again lie was in Asbcvllle. He should take
means to see u.s. lie compllmenlod me on my artistic
ability, assuming stlll that had done the sketch.
a Crude. certainly but having power" With another
-
It is true there had been rescue OF anybody ous
how excngiy the verge of something we seemed
10 be 1t comforting TO remember that In these
days rescucs no longer necessary. Tho moaern
novel has no rescucs It hardly has anything so strik
ing as the meeting with man who wears long gray
moustachios Long gray moustachios verge too mucn
ON The romantic they detract from tho realistic.
We fingered long our return Walk when az
last VIC came in sight Of tho Ayer cabin wo saw Says
tall figure coming toward with such CELEBRITY OF
movement and energy OF gesture that We knew sons
thing had transpired.
She struck her hands together she explained;
OF done ben lookin' all obcr do farm fur youlins.
jake he's dunno whar Mr. Aver he's ter do Junction
do twins alnt no Count an Jos or yin roun on
deto heads an urpsettln' their sefs an everyouddy
else of dcro laigs. Mrs. Aver sho doin' what ono
,voman Kim but ono woman oarnt meek or worl an
set broken lags an aims besides, hin shei An
faint ter our cabin, nuther'
Naturally these words gave US no lucid idea Of any
thing She turned and began to stride rapidly along,
while we followed. She reached Mrs. Ayers barn,
led out horse and began saddlng IL. She was NUT
tering TO herself about ones knowing nathn an
she an Mrs Aver couldn't meek worl', nohow.
In a twinlllIng the sde-sadde on, the girths
fastened the bride adjusted. She turned to NO. She
said was tho best rider and was to 7" git urp'
never thought Of resisting. She held out her
hands and nearly lifted me into my scat She pulled
down my skirts she toro switch from pesch tree
close TO us. She had . force and magnetism Which
have never seen equallcd
sNov don't 20 spare dat marei' she said
Amabei reached out her hand and grasped the bride
sDo You know whero you arc golngP she askrd
with energy
looked helplessiy at Sally, whose handsome face
unbent into swift laugh.
aPm or bowdacious fool" she said. u dono
| thought I tole yo'. Yo' gwP straight ter Ashoviie
fur or doctor ter come quick Man brolle every bone
in him down yan,' Ringing out her hand, "clus By
Ole Pink's house TO- know. I foun' him. run fur
Ms Aver. carnt m dat Ristus Can't I'm
nobuddy. Gwins ter try. Carnt stan er chatter
In'.s
Again she waved her h1nd. This time for mo TO
TO- and started experiencing peasurahlc excite
ment hope the pleasure did not arise from the fses
| that a man had broken every bono in him down
| yam
Not untu the mare was oantering along the State
road did II occur to me who II who had been hurt
But of course The fair reader has already guessed that
It was the artist with the picturesque moas'aone'
| The fair reader Is right IL was no.
conducted tho doctor back along the oowiiderins
tanee of mountain roads 20 ole Pinfs cabin. As We
approached Sally came forth. She had succeeded In
| finding a couple OF big. loosely built mountsnoers
and they had carried tho stranger into this cabin and
put him on that sack Of straw which Rstus called
good bel what thur was Of hits
1 These
straddling about, occasionally speaking brief woru'
| or noddIng 20 a word that had been spoken.
We heard a voice inside tho cabin groanins and
| swearing The swearing appeared to give the noun
tain men grim satisfaction. was left alono with
| these mon. / questioned one Of them He told mo
he had no acquaintance with thur fellow az had broke
hssef all urp, but from thur heap er pochts In his
| coat, an other signs, no reckoned no war or ishA
Err painter fcller, likely Painter felleu como hyar
nor- an then Thur war all kinds or folks in thur
world, painters with thur rest.
| Having said this no left me alono. sat down
upon a fallen dead tree and gave myself up to gloom.
| The sun was now clouded. The groans and eursins
| In tho cabin had ceaseI
presently saw Rlstus coming mp from deeper
| depth In the valley lie had large tin bucket OF
| water in one hand. Tho baby was on his c,hcr arm.
He loft tho bucket tho door Of tho hut, then eame
| TO me.
81 war SAINT fur water" no said, sitting down on tho
Inc He took of his hat and drew his sleeve across
his wet forehead Ho had boon toiling long way
with his two burdens and his fair face was flushed
deeply.
| DO yer know what he isl' ne said with tragic
emphasis, pointing toward the hut
| shoolr my head. I did not understand.
Rlstus drew nearer I'm growing excitement The
baby walled yet no did not seem TO hear 1t. tool
tho child In my arms
| 81 know said the boy al saw what war in his
| pocldts. lie paints. lie drors. Ho makes pictcrs
outer them mountings, them giorfos everlastin' an
unspeakable.'
Rlsuss face began to shine and HIS voice to trcmole
Tho innocence and the sweetness Of him seemed sud
denly infused with enthusiastic strength
| He was standing now, and looking OIL down the
| valley which, at tho end, seemed blocked In by
nlImitable mountains.
ale kin dror them,' he said with long, indrawn
breath. "Jls ter think Of hltl ! haint never had
| -. A. hr.au- AM
burnt sticks an sich. Amt CURT no show, halnt
/ pray G5dermlghty that He'll give me jis one grain
Of or show. feel hit In mo as could paint an dror
But how kin do hit with on'y thcml"
As he spoke the last words no turned intensely
toward me and held out his grimy hands with quich
gesture
My excitement was now almost as great as his
Tho baby slipped from my hold to the ground and
began TO grovel and gurglo In the dirt unheoded
at is you who drew that sketch on tho stump
| that sketch OF Amabcl" cried out.
The lads face became burning red. His lips