Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1893-01-13

tiL 4NOllluI I'LL Il
Wy II goodly crowd Of
EsdsT artists, many young
and few old, that constituted the com.
mittee of the tSociety of Water Colors"
"a little simple minded society COM
posed of amateurs and young artists, with
one or two veterans to give it backbone.
They were sitting in Judgment on the
pictures sent in for their annual cxhibi-
lion, and they looked critical and grave,
as befitted their task.
The talk hummed on among the COM
mittec, and at last the fiat went forth
all the pictures were to be admitted.
To this one of the veterans-a good
looking man of hirty-fve-objected.
"There is one really too abominably
bad, said he. "That Scene from Mac
beth'-it would never do to have that
ooh, come, Strctton, you're to partic.
Mar. 1t will pass muster among the
rest"
ono, it won't; it will be disgrace to
the exhibition. Just look at Macbeth's
legl And the color-perTectly raw! II
will never do"
So the hum began again, and the re-
suit was that the "Scene from Macbeth"
was literally and fguratively turned face
TO the wall.
Stretton, satisfied at having saved the
honor of the society, left the others to
settle the remaining business, and was
walking out of the room when he came
lace to face with Boggs-a good naturcd
little amateur, who could not draw "any
more than frog who hasn't got no tail"
but was immensely conceited to make
mp for it. lie caught at Stretton eager.
~.
al say, old fellow, you've done it
You know that piture you insisted upon
turning outf Well, 1t was painted by
young girl, and she was in the next room
and heard every word that you said, and
has gone home crying her eyes out"
"By Jove?" exclaimed Stretton, look
Ing dismayed, "l'm awfully sorry. ]
wouldn't have had it happen for the
world. Poor little thing! | might have
known better. What shall l do Where
Is the picture2"
"She's taken it home with her, said
little Boggs.
"What IN awful idiot I wasp went
On Stretton. '.Poor little girl! say,
Boggs, you're going my way. Suppose
we lay our heads together and see what
can be done"
The next morning, as the ''poor little
girl" sat painting away in a corner of her
sitting room, while her mother dozed
and crocheted and lamented the DAYS
when Mr.. Grierson was alive and they
did not have to live in lodgings, the
dingy overgrown servant girl announced
gentleman to see Miss Grierson.
Miss Grierson remembered little
Boggs's face, and the thought Of her re-
jected picture made her turn hot and
cold together.
Little Boggs introduced himself and
plunged in medals res. "I'm awfully
sorry, bliss Grierson, that you heard
what was said yesterday, and l."
ut is matter of no consequence ut
ALL" interrupted Miss Grierson, with as
much whitening calmness as if poor lit
tie Boggs had called her picture "sbom.
inably bad"
"Well, but you know, Miss Grierson,"
persisted little Boggs, 81 want to cx-
plain. l thought you ought to know.
My friend-at least, Stretton, you know
he said that purely out of spite. He
had quarrel with your father once. and
he did that just to spite you; he says so
himself. / thought it my duty to tell
you, and wouldn't be cut up about it
all, if were you. would Just put it
in Smells window and let the public
Judge. I did the same thing with one
of mine, and it went off first rate.
Good morning." And little Bopps
blundered out of the room, feeling like
fool, and looking much the same, it
must be confessed.
"Who was it, Edith" asked Mrs.
Grierson, coming back to her easy
chair.
''some one from the society, mamma, {"
said Edith, sitting her rage.
"Does anyone want to buy your pic.
ture9"
"No, no, mamma; am only advised
to put it in SHELLS window. l shall do
it, and-well, we shall see.
s All the rest of the morning Edith sat
nursing her anger as she piled her brush
abo penCH. hcT InOTtlnCntlOn was POnC.
and in its stead burned fierce hatred
toward Stretton. She would never for.
give him, she vowed hotly; and she
would be famous yet, and powerful, too.
''Abominably bad!' The picture
should 60 to SHELLS that very afternoon.
and the public should judge, as Mr..
Bosgs suggested.
And to SHELLS it went, but not to re-.
main long. The next morning, when
Edith passed the shop, no blue and
brick color Macbeth graced the window.
With quite sensation" she entered
and learned that it had been sold an
hour before to a gentleman who would
IKE two more Shakesperian subjects if
she would paint Thorn. n
She walked home as if crowned With
laurel, and entered the little selni-des,
tached house as she would enter rhq
Semp.e of fame.
The two shakcsperian subjects met
with success, apd put few pounds h
Edith's slender purse. @ \