Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1892-01-29

bread and cheese part of the business !;
and very tedious work she found it.
"But Ishall sell some of my placqucs
and vases soon," said she, hope
fully.
She did not, however. To be a sue
cessfu artist, one must have an appre-
eiative public, and the public never
came near poor Gladys Maitland. In
vain she decorated the doorpost with
signs; in vain she put out her prcttiest
paintings and most spiri ed sketches;
nobody came to buy. The agencies
represented themselves as overcrowded
when Gladys came bIushing in with
81 ecimens of her work, and our little
heroine began to wonder how long
this sort of thing was 10 endure.
even Rosa Bonheur didn't getrich
all at once she comforied herself
by rejecting.
But one day there came CLEAN of
hope athwart the Cimmerian darkness
of her prospects. AS she was work
ing al her easel footsteps stumbled
up the scmi-lighted stairs, and knock
sounded at the door.
''Is this Miss Msilland's studio?"
demanded cheerful voice.
"Why," cried Gladys, drawing a
quick breath, "why, Lovel~
"Its Gladys!" exclaimed Loyel.
For The young cousins had met cnce
years ago at the seaside, and they
never had forgotten one another.
"Why," cried Lovcl, rubbing his
forehead as if not quite certain but
That he was dreaming, 81 thought you
were adopted by some rich woman
here in the ethyl"
cart is the only mother that |
know" Gladys answered, laughing.
i" / hope you've brought me an order,
Lowell
slBut ! say" pcrsifs ,h11be-
wildcrcd law-sludent, s"mhy don't
you come and live with Aunt
Barbara"
.'O,l, I've tried ibat," said Gladys,
shaking her head, "and We couldn't
get along at all together"
Speaking of Aunt Barbara said
Lowell, mysteriously, opening a paper
parcel on the table" behold"
Half dozen bits of old china fell
out with a ink and clatter.
"Oh,n cried Gladys, siiffening
with horror. /" It's Aunt Barbara's
painted chinal Oh, LoveI, how did
this happen?'
Mr.. Best smoic himself pathctically
OH the chest.
alike George Washington" he con-
fessed, al cannot tell lett was L!
l was doing my gymnastics i'll the
storagc-room-Indian war-clubs and
all'that sort of thing, yon know
when. all of a sudden, | lost balance
and tumbled over the pile of boxes.
Down they wentl Aunt Best keeps
'cm packed, YOU know. in case of ac-
cidcnt, and, of course, the china must
needs be under all the rest, and got
the hardest tliumps.
"What did she say?' cried Gladys,
with uplifted hands and eyes shining
humidity.
"She doesn't know" Lowell an
swered, with twinkling dimples
around his lips. "Do you suppose I'm
going 10 .fess' before Pm obliged to?
scIz,d pattcrn-cup-broken in not
more than six picces-and fled franti-
cally to the nearest china-shop. They
recommended mc-here. 10 Miss
Maitland, No.-Sixth avenue. But ]
never dreamed that was coming to
my cd playmate? Now, Gladys, |
am at your mercy. Can these ruins
be replaced or can they noi?'
Gladys frowned, half closed her
lovely litnpid eyes, pursed up her rips
in the intensity of her attention, and
finally nodded her head.
Yes" she said. .'Bukait viii be,
oh, SO cxpensivel First, we must or
der the china manufactured ia just
that outre, ancient shape; then il must
be painted, piece by piece"
"Lei us hope, "said Loyel earnestly,
".hat there will be no grand family
festival to use the china before"
"Aunt Barbara never uses it," said
Gladys. "Sbc only unpacks it at in
teryals, TO dream over the grandeur
of her ancestors. Courage, Lowell; |
think we shall save You yeti
"But, Gladys" said the young man,
wistfully, smayn't tell Aunt Bar.
bara that you are here, alone? am
quite sure she would invite you to her
house, if"
Gladys colorcd to the very roots Of
her hair.
ssIf you do, Lowell" she said, a
will forgive you. No. We neither
of us wish 10 see each other. Lei
things remain as they are"
"But may come and see how the
china gets on9'
"Oh, yes" said Gladys, brighten
ing. 'you may come. Bat, mind
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