Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-06-05

K to spend their money. What is th
thing. anyhow-ducks padding in
s pond2"
, Philomel shook her head.
''Hersns. said she, sin a marsh full
. OF reeds and rushes. Those lines of yellow
s1Ik-seef-are where the sunshine
strikes the water.
Fiaxley peered obviously at the mas.
of bright colors.
"One has to exercise considerable i'm.
agination, said he.
81 wonder" said Philomel to he,
brother, after the fussy little visitor was
gone, ''n ought to have told him that
l was doing this work for his niece in
Radcliffe street2'
'''Speech is silver, silence is golden. ~
said Rembrandt Alison, rnechanicaIlv
III always best not TO talk. Do YOU
think, Phil, I've got the red too deep
In this peasants jacket2''
Mr.. F1axley, making his way home,
thought of the studio he had just left,
with softening Of the heart.
They are nice children, The rendered.
Their father was nice man. He took
me into his ranch and cured me that
time had the gulley fever. 1 might
nave died if it hadn't been for him. Z"
lime passed on; the three months ex-
pred. Constantia copied some letters
1or her uncle on typewriter with such
skill and rapidity that he wrote out his
check for thousand dollars on the spot.
Kitty showed him her diploma from
Grattenburgh & Co., and proudly called
his attention to a trinity fitting dress that
she wore.
A second time Uncle FIaxley inscribed
his autograph on an oblong slip of pale
green paper, and then Theodora unrolled
banner of dark-olive satin, glistening
with rich embroidery.
''lt has just been sold at the woman's
exchange" said she, 'sfor hundred and
ten dollars. Here's the receipt"
Uncle Flaxley pricked up his feather
hike ears; he stared very hard through
his spectacles.
"Your work?" said he.
"My work!' repeated Theodore, with
dignity.
''No, it lsn't!" CURLY contradicted Mr..
tIaxley, whose forte was not conven-
tional repose. GIVE seen those ducks
and marsh-grasses before! l saw them
when Philomel Alison was working them.
Young woman, you have deceived me?"
Theodore turned scarlet. The sudden
ness of his contradiction had stricken her
guilty soul dumb.
''No thousand-dollar check for YOU"
'aid Mr.. Flaxley. "Go and say your
prayers and read over the Ten Command
nents, where it says, Thou shalt not
teal! For you are thiefi''
He had scarcely overcome his wrath
galnst this backsiding relative when he
rotted around to Rembrandt Ahson's
tudio the next day.
~ can't get that young fellows visit
I'll face out of my mind" thought he. 4
4 guess I'll buy the eighteenth
quare of canvas after ALL"
He stood wiping his boots on the mat
the studio vestibule, and plainly heard i
itty's voice saying: r
"Do take it, Rembrandt! I've earned j..
myself. It's mine to give, and I've no +
osslble use for it. I thought of you all
1e time, and do so want you to go to
arts and study IN the Louvre!"
Uncle Flaxley pushed the door open
lth bang and walked in, regardless
etiquette.
Eyes, take it, Alison" said he y
take 1t In the spirit that she gives it. \
les trump, that girl is !" l
Kembrandt Alison looked at Kittv's
arlet face with grave, searching ewes.
81 will take it," said he, elf Kitty ,
Ill give me herself, also. There can
no crushing sense of obligation where
We bridges the way" -
"lll give her to YOU said Uncle -
axley, holding pushing Kitty forward.
lhlngs are happening just to Suit me-"
"Me also," said Philomel, in whis-
r, her pale face lighted up with Joy.
"Here!" said Uncle Flaxley; sswhat's
e price of this picture-and this-and
is! I'll buy 'em all! Gracious me! if
u'rc really going to Paris, there's no
son Kitty shouldn't go, too, on her 4
dding trip" r
Of all Uncle FIaxley's eccentricities. ~
$ was the most delightful. Kitty
long story to tell Julian Dover and
lire, in their studio across the hall
It day.
1T will be such glorious THING"
ed Claire, still enacting 'sThe Fisher
MS Wife," "for you to marry an ar
~
3ut Mrs. Flaxley declared chat her
4 relation had been "shamefullv
tial" in the matter of the thousand.
lar proposition. 1t is so hard to suit SSel