The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-10-11
CHAPTER IIL-CoHrIsuED.

II thereupon led the way up the
steps and into the vehicle. Matt fol-
lowed; but, so soon as she caught a
glimpse of the interior, stood timidly
on the threshold. What is there in the
atmosphere of house, even the rudest,
which places the visitor at disadvan-
tage as compared with the ownerP
Even animals feel this, and dogs espe-
cially, when visiting strange premises,
exhibit most abject humility. But I
must not generalize. The bearings Of
this remark, to quote my friend Capt.
Cutie, lie in the application Of it.
Matt for q moment was awed.
"'Come In, Matt; come in,' said.
"She came in by slow degrees, and I
noticed for the first time-seeing how
near her hat was to the roof-that she
was unusually tall. then did the
honors of the place, showed her my
sleeping arrangements, my culinary
implements, everything that I thought
would interest her. / offered her the
armchair, or turned-up bedstead; but
she preferred q stool which l some
times used for my feet, and, sitting
down upon 1t, looked round her with
obvious admiration.
"'Should you like to live In house
like this2' I asked, encouragingly.
''She shook her hesd with decision.
"'Why not2' I demanded.
"She did not exactly know why, or,
at any rate, could not explain. Wish
ing to interest and amuse her, ]
handed her portfolio of my sketches,
chiefly in pencil and pen and ink, but
few in water colors. Her manner
changed at once, and she turned them
over with little cries of delight. II
was clear that Matt had taste for the
beautiful In art, but her chief attrac-
ton was for pictures representing the
human face or figure.
"Among the sketches she found a
crayon drawing Of an antique and
blear-eyed gentleman in a skull cap,
copied from some Rembrandtish pic
ture l had seen abroad.
az know who this isr she exclaimed.
'It's William Jones fatherp
'T assured her on my honor that
William Jones father was not person
ally known to me, but she seemed q
little incredulous. Presently she rose
to go.
"'I can't stop no longer she ex-
planned. I've got to go TO Monkshurst
for William Jones'
"'Monkshurst? Is that where the
polite Mr.. Monk resides?
"'Yes; up In the wood she replied,
with grimace expressive of no little
dislike.
els Mr.. Monk friend Of yours2
"Her answer was n very decided
negative. Then, slouching TO the
door, she swung herself down TO the
ground. followed, and stood on the
threshold, looking down at her.
"'Don't forget that I'm 10 paint
your picture ! said. When will you
come back2'
Tomorrow, maybe
"T shall expect you. Good-byP
"'Good-by, MASTER she returned,
reaching up to shake hands.
81 watched her as. abe walled away
towards the road, and noticed that she
took bold strides like boy. On reach-
ing the road she looked back and
laughed, then she drew herseH to-
gckher and began running like Q young
deer, with little or nothing Of her for-
mer clumsiness until she disappeared
among the sand-hiilh -3.leii iTfi'.
.Tbursday.-This morning, Just af-
ter breakfast, when I had entered the
caravan TO prepare my materials for
the days painting, Tim appeared at
the door with a horrid grin.
q -'There's young lady asking for
ye,' he said.
"I had forgotten for the moment my
appointment OF the day before, and,
when leaped from the caravan, ! per-
ceiyed standing close by, with her back
TO me and her face toward the lake,
the figure OF young woman. At first
/ failed to identify her, for she wore q
blacA hat and white feather, cloth
Jacket, and dress which almost
reached the ground; but she turned
round as approached her and / recog-
nized my new acquaintance. Jil VI
81 cannot say that she was improved
by her change Of costume. In the first
place, II made her look several years
older-in fact, quite young womanly.
In the second place, II was tawdy, not
to say aseryantgally. "a Imaycoin such
an, adjective. The dress was OF thin
silk. old and fraycd, and looked as II "