Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-02-26

kin, or that any household service
should be required of her.
Ned Egbert had Just received the pa
ternal eht u OeOoine
artist.
IL had been his fathers hope that he
would take TO business, and the old
gentleman had held out for a long time,
but at last he had relented. Ned was
TO study seriously that winter and soto
Europe in the spring. Now he was
sketching from nature amcNg the Cats
kills, and, as we see, teaching his land
lady's niece to paint daisies.
He gave her many lessons after that.
He taught her those simple rules of
perspective that astOnish those ignorant
Of drawing He showed her how to
draw "a street" and "a house" and
"a ROOM" but though she worked as
diligently as she could, considering her
multitudinous duties, and ruled myriads
/ of straight Lines toward a point of sight
and filed a drawing book with a hun
dred vistas, the only thing she really
seemed TO succeed with was the daisy.
She grew quite clever at this, and
painted them in her friends albums
and on the panels Of her garnet bed
room door, and at the corner Of her
note paper, and felt great satisfaction
in gazing at them after they were fir
ished.
Meanwhile Ned Egbert wrote to his
father that he was diligently studying
from nature and that 49, latitude
Sor the paternal clemency was SIN IN
diminished.
Autumn had come. The sketches
Ned sent home for inspection were all
Of bare boughs and paths carpeted
with yellow leaves and fields of stub
BILE. The summer boarders had van
ished like t~histledown, and it was
pleasant to set up his easel in the warm
kitchen, and paint Bessie cleaning
spoons, or Bessie pairing apples, or
Bessie beating eggs.
One day by accident he placed one
Of these sketches in the parcel he regu-
larry sent home for his fathers inspec-
ton. The mill board had slipped un-
der the stretcher Of a large canvas.
When the box was opened his Aunt
Penelope bounced on it in a second,
and her eyes sparkled as she said:
"Ah, ha!'
"a figure piece" said old Egbert.
"And by Jove, the best of the bunch
From nature evidently" said Miss
Penelope, ''and a very pretty girl
After a few moments inspection she
added, Brother, | think you might as
well let Ned go to Europe this winter. y
"Yes, yes; / think | WILL" answered
the old gentleman, regarding the girl
making pies" with great satisfaction.
The next evening but one Miss Penei.
ope alighted from the Prattsville stage
at Mrs. Beck's door. She had travelled
many hours. as on a matter of life and
death. Indeed it seemed 10 her TO be
one. Her heart was full Of anxiety,
but she was "A woman who knew how
to control the expression Of her feel
ings.
She beamed upon the farmers wife
she beamed upon her nephew; she
beamed upon Bessie, who was decorat
ing a pie plate with daisies by the light
of a kerosene lamp.
Il know you will put me somewhere
for the night, " she said 20 Mr.. Beck,
"and | am going 70 carry Ned away
with me tomorrow. Your father was
so delighted with your sketches, espe
cially the figure piece, that he thinks
you might as well 60 10 Europe at once,
Mr.. Brush is going, and will Introduce
you to the proper people. Really
think figures are your forte. THIS young
lady must have been your original fol
the pie baker"
Bessie bluShed violently.
Quite an artist herself" said Mis-
Penelope, putting up her eyeglass Il
inspect the pie plate. Daisies! How
pretty! Now, tell Ine you are delight
ed. Ned, TO be so near Europe"
But Ned could not speak cheerfully
He was miserable at tho thought Of be
ing sent away from Bessie-Of beinl
divided from her by the ocean. Fear
that 81 Hawkins, the dapPer clerk a
the 'store, " would cut him out troubles
him.
He could scarcely have hoped T.
Iinger at Bessie's side making sketche
of her forever; but Aunt Penelope's an
rival and the news she gave him cam
like the shock of an earthquake.
1t was quite impossible, however, 70
him 70 do anything about it. He wa
swept away by the early stage, with n
opportunity to bid Bessie any adiel
more tender than might DO offers
amid the assembled family in the from
hall.
His eyes were full of tears; 50 wer
Bessie's. What not one whisper, nc
one kiss-to tell the truth, it would nc
be the first that he had stOlen-no, nc
even one long pressure Of the hand. II
was In the stage: they were away