The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-07-29

- Perkins, the governess, as she
manciured her nails at the marble wash.
basin.
"No. Come here, Perky said the
audacious girl, "and I'll show you the
corner of that picturesque old black
smiths shop told you of-the one I'm
going to sketch this afternoon"
s'It's past eight, Miss Elwood, and you
know your grandfather attaches great
importance to punctualty," began the
governess,
Right there, over the tep s.stOsaafs 9t saafss
continued EIma, extending her slim
fore6nger in due northerly direction
along the valley of the river, "you can
just see the odd little three -cornered ga
BILE peepine out through the trees"
"And there's the bell, now," ex-
claimed Mrs. Perkins, with little ner-
vous start.
And the smith, mighty man is he"
Hummed Elma, beginning to tie back her
curls with a fillet of blue ribbon. "But
not nearly so handsome as that young ap-
prentice Of his, who fixed the crooked
nail in Swallows shoe, yesterday. won
der if could sketch the place. To be
sure, have had only seven lessons, but
one must try ones wings sometimes, you
know:
Mrs. Perkins Strengthened Emma 8
cash, gave her curfs several twitches this
way and that, and dragged her into the
breakiast-Ioom just in time to avert the
usual morning lecture from old Major
ha ou;Io of 1ot. -
But that afternoon, in the purple soft.
ness of twilight, Elma managed to evade
her precise guardian, and slip off into
the woods with her sketch-book.
And she was sitting on a moss -cush.
ioned rock, working with all her might,
when Louis Dalzell strobe toward the.
spring tor a pail of water.
The sleeves Of his red flannel blouse
were rolled high up on the forearm.
He still wore his stained leathern apron,
and his short, chestnut curls plainly re-
vealed the nseves through the riffs in
his tattered straw hat.
Had he but known it, he never had
looked better in his life; vet deep flush
OF modification rose to his brow as he
encountered the pretty twelve year old
damsel in white, with the shady, rose.
garlanded hat, and the soft Roman sash
tied loosely around her waist.
"Good afternoon !''said Emma, calmly.
''Piease step little to one side, Louis,
If that is your name. Pm trying to
sketch the smithy."
Dalzell ventured to glance over her
shoulder.
''It's beautiful, " said he. "You can
almost see the wind blowing that sweet
brier BUSH"
"Yes,' complaceutly observed the ar.
tist, 81 think it is rather good"
"And the little dog sitting by the
door--it Just exactly as natural as life"
he added.
Ella frowned.
"The little dog, az you call it," said
she, sis the stump of the old tree.
Don't stand quite so close, please
can't move my elbow"
Dalzell colored. He took up his pail
and moved on.
I'm always saying the wrong thing, ,"
said he, in sort Of desperation.
Eima hoped she had not offended the
young man. She rather liked him, al.
though u was aNarkward for him to mis-
take the butternut stump for little dog,
spd she made mp p-h>s-s--s-A--too say somp-
thing pleasant to him when he came
back to the spring.
But he did not come back at all. Evi.
IDENTIFY there was some other way between
the smithy and the little brook.
At six o'clock, according to compact,
Mrs. Perkins came for the artist TO es
cort her home.
And you've been all this time doing
tina little bit OF work." said Mrs. Per
kins
"on, l haven't. worked all the time,