Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1892-09-22

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course Mrs. French was Mortified at
first-said the child was too young to
go round town alone, and all that sort
of thing. But there really was no other
way to keep them from starvation, and
Elizabeth has been the head of this lit
tie family OF two ever since. No rne
presumes to call her Bessie or Lizzie -
''Suchy a dignifed, clever little crea-
ture!" said Lennox.
And such capital critic! declare
that if I've painted thing that she
doesn't quite approve of I'm actually
| afraid to send it off to an exhibition!'
John Lennox had just returned from
long absence in Paris to pitch his tent
| in New York. After some little delay in
choosing quarters he opened a studio
in West Fifty-seventh street. Eliza
beth posed for him occasionally and
they became the best of friends.
81 should like to take you with me to
New Jersey one of these fine days,
Elizabeth" said Lennox one morning.
II want to paint few sunlight effects
with figures in them. Do you think
your mother would consent, if prom
ised to take good care of you. and jump
after you if you fell off the ferryboat?''
Miss Fleck lives in Hoboken, and
I've often been on the ferry" said
Elizabeth, smiling. There is really
no danger, you know''
Lennox obtained Mrs. Frenchs con.
sent, and he and Elizabeth thereafter
passed many afternoons in the sweet
smelling Jersey meadows.
The last and best study of all was of
Elizabeth, in a bright-red gown, kneel-
ing in sea of starry-eyed daisies,
plueiSing them with tender yet eager
look.
The figure was almost life size.
Through the whole picture the intense
sunlight streamed. Slight as the motive
of the picture was, Lennox felt that it
was the best thing he had ever done
He had worked rapidly upon it, fearing
that his inspiration Or the sunlight
might fail before it was finished.
1t was nearing completion one fine
afternoon, when Lennox got up from
his stool, stretched his tired arms and
said:
I'm as hungry as a bear. can see
that you're tired, too, Miss Elizabeth.
I'll go up to Hollis farmhouse, and see
if they can let us have a quart of milk.
Do you want to go with me?"
'l'll wait here" said Elizabeth.
"Some one might steal your picture
mo fear of that!' said Lennox,
laughing. They're not inpressionists
in New Jersey. But I'll be back in a
few minutes, my dear"
Off he started, whistling blithely
When he had got the milk, he stopped
to chat moment with the farmers
kindly wife.
II took peek at you t'other day."
said Mrs. Holt, land the way that lit
tie midget knelt thar in her red dress
in them posies was as purity sight as
ever see. Holt says he's goin' to New
York to see that picter when it's hung
up. Says he'd like to buy it hisself, eff
he he'd money enough. La! there he is
now"
81 thought you'd gone home, drawled
Holt, solemnly shaking hands with
Lennox. "Ain't tibet little gal O yourn
along to-day?"
II left her in the meadow. She was
afraid some one might steal my pic
ture."
Land O. Goshen!'' gasped Holt; 81
jest let tibet Durham bull O. mine loose
in tibet medder lot! Thought you must
"a gone home long agor'
''Jabez Holt" screamed Mrs. Holt.
rushing for the door, ''if Their child is
kilt-!'
All three ran toward the mead
ow. Lennox's heart was beating
wild alarm. Presently they heard
loud screams. The artist hardly dared
to look before him. They could hear
the angry mutterings of the bull.
AS they neared the fence of the mead
ow lot, Mrs. Holt began laughing hys-
terically.
Did you ever see anythin' so redik-
lous in all your born dayso" she gasped
''Oh, thank Heaven!' gasped Lennox.
'She's not dead.'
''Deadn' cried Mrs. Holt. more,
alive'n you or me, should say! Did
You ever see the like? That little
cricket on this side the fence a-hollerin'
and a-shakin' her dress. and a-aggrd-
vatin' tibet bull fit to killr'
Hearing voices, Elizabeth looked
round and smiled, still futtering her
red gown at the bull
''I'm keeping him away from your
picture, Mr.. Lennox!'' she called out.
He thought the picture was real lit
tie girl in a red dress, guess, and you
know cows don't like red. So he was
going to smash it, but when l screamed
at him and commenced to shake my
dress at him he came over here
AS Jabez Holt went into the meadow
and handed LeDnox his sketching traps
over the fence the bull tossed the dirt
high above his head and eyed his mas
ter wickedly. But he was afraid of
Holt, who had repeatedly subdued him.
Besides. it was that tantalizing little
girl in red he wanted to get at.
$50 you lured him away, Ell, Eliza
beth?" said Lehnox.
Eyes. After you had gone / began
to pick daisies for mother. was near
this fence when heard the bull boo!s
He was rushing right toward your pic
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