Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1891-04-03

painting man, so | heard Patrick tell
friend | don't quite know what that
Is, and Patrick had some difficulty In
explaining It to his friend, but anyhow
he does something that keeps him sit
ting all day in front of board while
my mistress and ! stay the other side OF
the brook, and he looks ut MS. | got
over one day when he had gone to speak
to Beauty and looked to see what he
was doing, but all I saw on the board
was little cows head something like
Beauty's, and n little lndy's head some
thing like my Mistress and before
could find out more my master had
chased me away.
My master generally stays at this
board till afternoon, then he says he
has worked enough, and comes over to
my mistress, and they sit together under
the willow and pat me and tell me how
pretty am; you can't think how happy
we all are.
At times they get little more absorbed
with each other than l think quite Po-
lite. / spoke to James (the horse) about
it-he says they are the most affection
ate couple he has ever seen-that half
the time, when he takes them out, he
has to do all the driving himself, for
they will get so interested in each other
that if he didn't turn round sharp and
bring them home they would drive on for
ever. He told me that at first he wanted
to leave-for he had always lived In
high families, and it Is considered so
unfashionable for married people to
like one another-but that after awhile
he found them pleasant people and the
stable comfortable end the oats good
and plentiful, so he decided to put up
with them.
When he told me this l decided I
could also afford to put up with their
want of manners, and indeed / suppose
that it would be hard to better oneself
in a small country town, for the time /
ran away to the house over the hill
found the barn SO draughty and dirty,
and the hay so inferior to my own, that
I was glad when Patrick came for me
and took me home.
But pardon me for DEPRESSING As
was saying, my master and mistress
came over as usual and sat down by the
brook; after giving me little attention
they began to talk, and strangely
enough their conversation chimed in
with my own thoughts
Don't be so cast down, darling"
said my mistress, they'll understand
you and acknowledge you some time. 1
wouldn't be worried by any thing q
critic said"
s'No,' said my master. "And yet you
cried like any thing this morning after
you heard critics remarks-and your
eyes are red yet"
'Well, can't help being little disap-
pointed. know that one day you will
be appreciated, and the world will see
you with my eyes, and every time your
work comes before the public | say to
myself: Perhaps this is the timeP
When find that we have yet little
longer to wait, it pains me, and being
only a woman, l cry-not because we
have to wait, but because not critic
understands what you have been aim
ing Mt, and appreciates the endeavor,
even IL the achievement was failure"
That's where 1t hurts" said my mas
ter, gravely. II labor for months to
put the best that is in me into my work,
and when it comes before the public,
this that has taken me so long to pro-
duce Is dismissed with few curt, uR-
thinking remarks, and except for the
harvest of abuse have reaped, l have
gained nothing by my long years Of
earnest, honest work-nothing but a
dastardly attack like that which made
you weep this morning: 1T is said that
the unfortunate public is about 20 have
another picture inflicted upon it from
the incompetent brush of Mr.. - and
so on All, wife, l am no nearer the
goal than was ten Fears ago."
Nonsense - you are nearer - much
nearer. The fact that you are OF suf-
ficient Importance to be abused in ad-
vance ought to tell you that; and then.
husband dearest, consider that you are
still very young man. Suppose that
you had already made lots Of fame and
lots of money, you might be inclined to
idle and enjoy life; and, instead, these
sights which are hard to bear have
proved very beneficial to us; haven't
they spurred you on to do this last
work, which I prophesy will turn the
, tables for us; but even II we have one
more setback, what does it matter?
You improve all the time, and / have
such an smbition for you, such deter
mination that you shall gain the very
highest pinnacle of fame, that don't
care how long they keep nagging you SO
| long as 1t spurs you on to greater en-
| deavor."
master, sighing "but in the meantime,
how do we live?"
Now, don't talk about money and
bread and butter; those departments
belong to me. We can never be poor
as long as we have each others love,
| and even II we have to give up our
pretty home and go to smaller and
poorer quarters we WIN be happy. In
deed, I think could make them SO
much nicer than our present ones that
they would inspire you moro than these
have ever done. Nothing can hurt us
while you love me and love you All
you have to do Is to love me-"
May be ought to have walked away
at this, but wasn't going to just when
things were getting interesting, so
watched them, and under the shadow
of the big willow saw my master en-
| brace my mistress.
81 will love you always" heard him
say, "as long as there is critic left to
abuse me-"
Don't" she cried, don't make our
love the price of our ambition. You
couldn't find a critic who would want TO
work us such harm"
Then they went away, and / stood
wondering and wishing that ] knew
what critic was like, that might tell