Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-11-29

oe.O1e. But even this did not alto.
getner satisfy his cravings. for to he
painter was first Of all. This wouId
not give him paper and penrils
brushes or colors; money only would
90 That. How he wished that some
one might give him credit! Could he
make up his mind, after his kindness,
70 ask Tom If be had any money to
II can but ask him, and I'm sire
can pay him back some day"
Actlng upon the thought he ven
Indeed. Peter, Id be glad to do
49, out: oless you! l won't get any
'nlnu for three long years to come. "
ms indeed looked dubious
On, dear" Peter said aloud,
There's no use in trying. What
snail l do? I can't bear It'll"
NOW suppose, Peter, you get first
q piece OF charcoal and draw on nv
walls? That won't cost YOU anv.
thing, and it will ornament me nm
think?" '""' W.
Ihls OF course was a good deal OF a
uownlall to the boys pride, his aspir.
atlons were so great. but it was eyi.
oently all he could do ut present. at
least, and he was glad to exercise his
talent even with piece of charcoal.
When Tom, now greatly interested.
brought him piece, he set to work
vigorously and there was no end tn
the ngures of every kind and shape
mat ne put over the walls, until
there was not space left uncovered.
But boys and girls all there lives,
as well as men and women, will find
mat II one earnestly desires to sue.
ceed, some way, somehow, the way
Will be opened. So it was with poor
Peter, for rs he was walking the
streets one day, JUS: at his feet Law a
well'nlled purse. What joy! But
the next moment, great as his need
was ne felt he had no claim on the
prlze-lor he was honest as we'll as
am bltlous-and must try and lind the
owner Of it.
Of course he ran to the attic the
very first thing to tell his friend
THOMAS, when he should come up, of
his wonderful LUCK and to ask his
advice about finding the owner. To-
eether they printed some slips, for
they both knew how to make the let
ters-only that. and very little about
posted them up in pub
Tic places. But no one applied for
the purse.
After waiting for weeks, no owner
appearing. Peter could bear 1t No
longer, and one day, in Toms absence,
ne bought not only pencils and paper.
out the whole parapherDalia of an
artists outfit. Was he happy, think
you? You would have said so if you
could have seen him with his outfit
everywhere in Florence where there
vas a handsome church or public
building or statue, drawing as il his
life depended upon it, and only when
grew too dark to work did he re.
urn to the humble lodgings where he
vas always welcome and where, If
Tom was not there, he would always
IND tucked under the straw bed his
Inner, that 1t might be kept warm
Until he came back.
The place had become home to him
low; it was better than all the fine
hings in the world. No one knew
ct of his coming and going; no one
lad ever seen the wonderful work on
he walls Some OF the servants at
he palace often remembered, though,
hat even for boy Tom had an I'M
Common appetite, and wondered why
le should keep so small with SO much
God food to eat
The cardinal was a rich man, and |
hough he lived in an elegant palace,
here were alterations he desired to
make. One day, going over the build
ng with an architect, he came at
ength to Toms attic room. Imagine
lis establishment when he saw his
whitened walls covered
nth charcoal sketches from top to
OttOm. and not one of them to be
espised, either!
What could it meano Calling the
utler, he asked who slept there.
Thomas, the boy in the scullery.
ny lord"
what genius. Call him to me-"
liz ScISduG OUcycu, anu our poor
'om came trembling before the Car
NAL, into whose presence he had
ever been before. He grew very
ed as he looked first at the charac-
ers on the wall and then at his mas
er.
"NO longer are you to be in the
itchen, Thomas" he said kindly.
But the boy, feeling that the Car
inal was displeased and sending him
way, implored that he would not.
II have no home. and shall starve,
md couldn't take care of Peter
hen."
Whenever he mentioned Peters
anne his eyes lit up, he had grown
0 fond of him, yes and very proud,
90.
"Peter? Who, who is Peter?" the
'ardinal asked.
"Oh, only friend of mine from
,Ortona, who has come all the way
0 Florence to learn to he a painter.
ee those pictures on the wal.?" said
n r fI1v fooripr 1ooct hi,