The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1893-11-24


thick wooden stockings and rough
shoes, the latter many sizes too large.
The gown was too short for the wearer,
who had evidently outgrown it; it
reached only just below the knee, and,
when the young person moved, one
caught glimpse of something very
much resembling delapidated garter.
The young persons smile was so
bright and good humorcd that found
myself answering it with a friendly
nod.
How are your said, CALAMITY. 4
hope you're quite we'll
''She nodded in reply, and, STOPPING
down, plucked long blade of grass
which she placed in her mouth and be-
gan to Enthusiastically, thought.
May l ask you where you came
from?' l said. 4 mean, where do you
live?'
Without speaking, she stretched
out her arm and pointed across the lake
in the direction of the sea. could not
help noticing then, as an artist, that
the sleeve of her gown was loose and
torn, and that her arm was round and
well formed, and her hand, though
rough and sunburnt, quite genteelly
small.
"'If it is not inquisitive, may I ask
your name"
MATT was the reply.
"'Is that all? What is your other
name?
''I've got no other name. I'm Matt,
l am
"Indeed! Do your parents live here?'
"'Got no parents was the reply.
"'Your relations, then. You belong
to some one, suppose?'
"'Yes she answered. nibbling rap
idly. 4 belong to William Jones'
"'Oh, to him. l said, feeling as ia
miliar with the name as if had known
it all my life. But he's not your
father?'
''She shook her head emphatically.
"'But of course he's a relation?'
Another shake of the head.
"'But you belong to him?" l said,
considerably puzzled. Where were you
born?'
Matt. 4 come ashore
''This was what the immortal Dick
Swiveller would have called stag
gerer.' l looked at the girl again, in
specting her curiously from top to toe.
Without taking her eyes from mine
she stood on one leg bashfully and
fidgeted with the other foot. She was
certainly not bad looking, though evil
IDENTIFY q very rough diamond. Even
the extraordinary headgear became her
well. =.
~ know what you was doing there
she cried, suddenly. pointing to my
easel. You was paintingr
The discovery not being brilliant
one, took no trouble to confirm it;
but Matt thereupon walked over to the
canvas, and, STOPPING down. examined
it with undisguised curiosity. Present
" she glanced again at me.
~ know what this isv she cried,
pointing. It's water. And that's the
sky. And that's trees And these here
for a moment she seemed in doubt,
but added, hastily-'pigs.'
''Now, as the subject represented a
flock of sheep budding together close
to pond ON a rainy common, this sug-
gestion was not over complimentary
to my artistic skill l was on the
point of correcting my astute critic.
when she added, after a moments fur
Their inspection:
No, they're sheep Look ye now, I
kn0yvi THEY'RE sheen
"'Pray don't touch the paint sug-
gested, approaching her in some alarm.
1t Is wet and comes Off
''She drew back cautiously; and then
Is preliminary to further converse
ton sat down on the grass. giving me
further occasion to remark her length
,, and shapeliness Of limb. There was
free-and-easiness. not TO say boldness.
about her manner. tempered though it