Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1891-03-21

water-colors. Her manner changed at
once, and she turned them over with
little cries Of delight. 1t was clear that
Matt had taste for the beautiful in
art. but her chief attraction was for
pictures representing the human face
or figure.
Among the sketches she found q
crayon-drawing Of an antique and blear-
eyed gentleman in a skull cap, copied
from some Rembrandtish picture l had
seen abroad.
81 know who this isl she exclaimed.
its William Jones fatherl
Il assured her on my honor that Will
liam Jones' father was not personally
known to me, but she seemed little In
credulous. Presently she rose to go.
al can't stop no longer, she explain
ed; I've got to up to Monkshurst for
William Jones'
Monkshurst? Is that where the po-
lite Mr.. Monk resides2'
"Yes; up in the wood she replied,
with grimace expressive of no little
dislike.
@'Is Mr.. Monk friend of yours?'
"Her answer was very decided mega
tive. Then, crouching to the door, she
swung herself down to the ground. L
followed, and stood ON the threshold,
looking down at her.
Don't forget that I'm to paint your
picture I said. When will you come
back?'
"To-morrow, maybe
AZ shall expect you. Good-byep
Goodbye, master she returned,
reaching up to shake hands.
Il watched her as she walked away
toward the road, and noticed that she
took bold strides like boy. On reach
ing the road, she looked back and
laughed, then she drew herself togeth-
er, and began running like a young
deer, with little or nothing of her form
or clumsiness, until she disappeared
among the sand-hills.
@1husde
van to p4f1ysipale ~ M N, nlceel4ais l0l g.
days painting, Tim appeared at the
door with horrid grin.
There's q young lady asking fei
ye,' he said.
Il had forgotten for the moment my
appointment OF the day before, and,
when leaped from the caravan, Iper-
ceived standing close by, with her back
to me, and her face toward the lake, the
figure of a young woman. AT first
failed to identify her, for she wore a
black hat and white feather, cloth
jacket, and dress which almost reach
ed the ground; but she turned round as
l recognized my new acquaintance.
Il cannot say that she was improved
by her change of costume. In the first
place, it made her look several years
older-in fact, quite young-womanly.
In the second place, it was tawdry, not
to say, servant gally, If / may coin such
an adjective. The dress was Of thin
silk, old and frayed, and looking as IL it
had suffered good deal from exposure
to the elements, as was indeed the actual
case. The jacket was also old, and
seemed made of the rough material
which is usually cut into sailors pea
jackets; which was the case also. The
hat was obviously new, but, just as OBJ
viously, homemade.
$50 you have come,' said, shaking
hands. Upon my word didn't know
you.'
"She laughed delightedly, and glanced
down at her attire, which clearly afford
ed her the greatest satisfaction.
@'I put on my Sunday Clothes she
explained, cause l was going to have
my likeness took. Don't you tell Will
liam Jones'
Il promised not to betray her to that
insufferable nuisance, and refrained
from informing her that thought her
ordinary costume far more becoming
than her seventh-day finery.
That's nice dress, said, hypo-
critically. where did you buy it?'
@'I didn't buy it. 1t come ashore
-'Whatl When you come ashore
yourselfy'
1'No fearl' she answered. Last win
ter when the big ship went to bits out
there
"'Oh, seel Then 1t was portion of
o wreck?'
-tYes, ii come ashore; and, look ye
now, this jacket come ashore, too. On
q sailor chap
1'And the sailor chap made you q
present of it, 1 supposey
@.No fear! she repeated, with her
sharp shake Of the head. How could
he give it me, when hc was drownded
ard come ashoreg William Jones gave
1t to me, and I altered it my own self
look ye now-to make it fit
@She was certainly an extraordinary
young person, and wore her mysterious
finery with acoolness thought remark
able, it being quite clear, from her ex-
PLANTATION, that all was fish that came TO
her net, or, In other words, that dead
mems clothes were as acceptable to her
unprejudlced taste rs any others. How
ever, the time was Fastening ON, and
had my promise to keep. So ! got my
crayon materials, and made Matt sit
down before me on q stool, first insist
ing, however, that she should diyest
herself of her head-gear, which was an
abomination, but which she discarded
with extreme reluctance. Directly !
began, she became rigid, and fixed her
self, so to speak, ~ people do when be-
ing photographed--her eyes glaring on
vacancy, her whole face lost In self-sat-
lsled vacuity.
You needn't keep like that Icried;
\ want your face TO have some express
sion. Move your head about as much
rs you like, laugh and talk--it viii be
all the better
Last time was took. she rUplied,
the chap said mustn't move.