The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-10-25

been for some time strolling about
with his hands in his pockets and scam
ming the prospect on every side for o
sight Of her. Having got tired Of this
characteristic occupation, he at length
sat down and began to put few
touches to the portrait. Seeing that
he was unconscious of her approach
Matt crept up quibtly behind him and
took a peep at tlA picture.
Her black eyes dhated with pleasure,
"oh, amt 1t beautiful" she exl
claimed.
$50 you have come at last" said
Brinkley, quietly, going on with his
painting.
She made no movement and no further
sound, so he continued:
perhaps, now you have come, you'll
be good enough to step round, that
may continue my work. I am longing
to refresh my memory with a sight OF
your face, Mattp'
"Well, you can't, !" said Matt; they're
locked up"
"Eh-what's locked up-my memory,
or your face?"
1t was clear Matt could not appre-
ciate banter. She saw him smile and
guessed that he was laughing at her,
and her face grew black and mutinous.
She would have skunk off, but his voice
stopped her.
Come here, Matt" he said. Don't
be silly, child; tell me what's the mat
ter, and-why, what has become OF
your respondent raiment-your gor-
geous Sunday clothes?"
Didn't tell you? They're locked
up"
"Indeed?"
eyes. william Jones done 1t cause
he told him. He don't want me to,
como here and be took"
"Oh! Tell you what il is, Matt, we
will have our own way in spite OF
them. For the present this picture
shall be put aside. If in day or so
you can again don your Sunday raj
lncnt, and sit to me again in them-if
not, dare say shall be able to finish
the dress from memory. Thatportrait
| shall give to you. In the mean time,
as want one for myself, will paint
you as you are. Do you approveP"
Matt nodded her head vigorously.
every WE'LL" said BrinlSley. Then
we will get on"
He removed from his easel and care
fully covered the portrait upon which
he had been working. Then he put up
fresh cardboard, and sat down, In
viting Matt to do the same.
With the disappearance of the Sun
day clothes the girls stiffness seemed
10 have disappeared also, and she be-
came again a veritable child Of nature.
she looked like shaggy young pony
fresh from race on the mountain side,
as she threw herself on the ground in
an attitude which was all picturesque
ness and beauty. Then, with her
plump, sunburnt hand, she began to
carelessly pull up the grass, while her
black eyes searched alternately the
prospect and the painters face.
Presently she spoke:
ale says you're pryin' scoundrel," ="
she said.
Brinkley looked up and smiled.
"Who is he, Matt?"
'Mr. Monk" she replied, and gave q
Jerk with her head in the direction Of
Monlshurst.
ooh. indeed" said Brinkley. ut Is
nv amiable equestrian friend, is itP
I'm sure I'm much obliged to him.
And when, may ask, did he bore you
with his opinion of me2"
LAST night, when he come to see
William Jones. He said / wasn't to be
took no more, cause you was n scoun-
lrel polsing and prying."
Brinkley began to whistle, and went
pn for awhile vigorously touching up
his work. Then he looked up and re-
yarded the girl curiously.
"Mr Monk seems to be very much
Interested in you, Matt"
The girl nodded her head vigorously;
then, remembering the odious caress
10 which Mr.. Monk had subjected her,
she began TO rub her cheek again.
"Why is Mr.. Monk so interested In
you? Do you know2"
"P'raps it's cause he found me when
come ashore"
"oh, he found you, did he? Then
why doesn't he keep youP"
"He do, only live along o William
Jones'"
Again Brinlsley began whistling
lightly and working away vigorously
with his brush. Presently the conver'
sation began again.
"Matt, what things did you come
ashore IMP" N
81 dunno"
"You have never heard whether any
thing was found with you which might
lead to your finding your relationsP"
"No; no more has William Jones.
He says maybe they'll find me some
day and reward him, but Mr.. Monk
says they were all drownded, and
amt got no friends 'cept him and Will
liam Jones'"
"well, since he found you suppose
he ought 10 know; and since you have
no relations, Matt, and no claim upor
anybody in the world. II was very kind
Of Mr.. Monk 10 keep You instead o.
sending you to the workhouse, as he
might have done" Is
On this point Matt seemed rathel
slfeptical. p-D /.
"Well," continued Brinkley, - h'
went on lightly touching his work
"perhaps have done my equestrian
friend wrong. Perhaps his unamia
bic exterior bellies his real nature; per