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 tho
audacious girl, land 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"
cts past eight, Miss Elwood, and you
know your grandfather attaches great
importance to punctualty," began the
governess
40. Right is! there, over the tor 2f otsheafy
continued Elma, 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 peepinG out through the trees"
"And there's the bell, now ex.
claimed Mrs. Perkins, with little ncr
vous start.
And the smith. a mighty man is he,"
Hummcd Elma, beginning to tie back her
curls with a tillct Of blue ribbon. "But
not nearly SO handsome rs that young up.
prentice Of his, who fixed the crooked
nail in Swallows shoe, yesterday. | won
der if l could sketch the place To he
sure, have had only seven lessons, but
one must try ones wings sometimes, you
know.w
Mrs. Perkins Strengthened Emma s
cash, gave her currs several twitches this
way and that, and dragged her into the
breaklast-room Just in time to avert the
usual morning lecture from old h-i~-
rnuauou on the evils of late rising.
But that afternoon in the purple soft
ness of twilight, Elma managed to evade
her precise guardian, and slip of into
the woods with her sketch book
And she was sitting on moss cush.
ioned rock, working with ali her might,
when Louis Dalzell strobe toward the
spring tor pail of water
The sleeves Of his rel flannel blouse
were rolled high up on the forearm.
He still! woic his stained leathern apron,
and his short, chestnut curls plainly re
vealed IN" nsoiveS through the riffs in
his tatter,i straw hat
Had b. hur known il, he never had
looked better n his life, vet deep flush
ot modification rose to his brow as ne
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.
"Please step little to one side, Louis.
If that is your name. Pm irving 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"
"Ies, complaccntly observed the al
tlst, IL think il is rather good. "
"And the little dog sitting by tho
door--it lust exactly rs natural as life :"
he added
Ella frovned.
"The little dog, "a you call it." said
she, sis the stump of the old tree.
Don't stand quito 50 close, please. !
cant move my elbow"
DsIzell colored. He took up hi. pail
and moved on.
I'm always saying the wrong thing,
said ne, in sort Of desperation.
Elma hoEel she had not offended the
young man. She rather liked him. al
thNugh u was aNarkward for him TO mis-
'ake the butternut stump for little dog,
AId she made ny he, ,,-,r,A -, say ,,,,np
thing pleasant 10 him when ne came
back to the spring.
But ne did not come back at all. Ev,.
dently there was some other way between
the smithy and the little brook.
Al sly O'clock, according to compact.
Mrs. Perkins came for the artist to es
cort her home
And you've been all this time dom,
tnt httle bit Of work." said Mrs. Per
kIns.
"On, haven't worked all the time,