The Coconino weekly sun., 1894-05-03

taking the things; some ladies said the other day that they were real south ern cakes"
 'l will take them," said Mrs. Lloyd, and she paid for them, and had them put in box.
 As they stood there lady came in and said: Can you tell me whom l can see here about some old lace want to sell?"
 Upstairs" said the clerk; and the lady went out.
 Why, do they buy lace too?' said the child. i've got some-Pd like to sell it; it's my grandma's wedding veil, mother says
 "Ah" thought Mrs Lloyd, there is another leading. I want some lace" But two minutes before she had wanted nothing so little.
 They walked about two blocks, and then the child stopped in front of window, and said: That is my fathers picture, isn't it pretty?"
 Mrs. Lloyd looked at it first curi- ously, and then eagerly, and then bent forward to see the painters name. "Rhett," she said; lis that the name?"
 Philip Rhett," the child said; ''and my name is Sylvia-for my grandma"
 "How very, very strange" said Mrs. Lloyd, half to herself. II wonder how he happened to paint that house?" But she thought again: ''It is such pie turesqus old place that don't wonder that he wanted to paint it; and it's well painted, too. l wouldn't have him sell it to anybody else for anything"
 Do you think it's pretty?" said Sylvia.
 II think that it's beautiful" said the lady beautiful; and I used to live there once--long ago." she said, with a little sigh.
 Why, my mother did too," said Syl- via; and she loved that picture, and she didn't want father to pnt it in the window; but he said that perhaps the roses in it would make somebody buy it."
 It was the picture of long, low, and evidently old house, an inn, for there was the sign on one side and over the front grew roses that hung every where, and so exquisitely painted that one seemed almost to smell the per fume and to feel the soft summer breeze, that seemed to move them, now and then Mrs. Lloyd stood fascina- ted, and the longer she looked the more beautiful it looked to her.
 How long has it been here?" she said to Sylvia.
 "Only two days" she answered.
 "I will go in, a moment" she said; "I want to speak to the proprietor. |" She went in, and told the child to wait outside for her, and after few mo- ments came out again. "The man gave me your fathers address," she said; 'and if you are going home l will go with you"
 If you will go to market with me first" said Sylvia, Il always have to go to market before go home, and we are going to have a stew to-day. Mother said we could if I got any money, cause we couldn't have one yesterday"
 "Why not?" said Mrs. Lloyd
 Why said the child, "I didn't have any money; and mother says she won't ask the man to trust us, cause he don't know us. I don't suppose he would anyway" she added, with grown-up air that showed how much care the lit tie thing had carried. 'I do the mar keting over on Third avenue when have time," she said. "It's cheaper there; but mother told me to do it on Sixth avenue to-day, and then it isn't very far to the house. We live in fa- ther's studio cause he had to have a studio, and we couldn't afford house, too but the studios here aren't as nice as his was in Florence. Did you ever go there?"
 II have lived in Rome for several years," said Mrs. Floyd, ''and l have often been to Florence. know that you were sorry to leave it, for every body is."
 "Oh yes, we were sorry; but we had to when grandma was sick, cause she wanted mother so much"
 By that time they were at the butchers, and Mrs. Lloyd watched the little woman make her purchases with some amusement and great deal of sadness as well; for it was such very little bit of meat that she bought after she had carefully explained what she wanted it for, and such very small bundle of vegetables withit Presently she said
 Now, I'm all ready. Are you going to buy my fathers picture?"
 "Perhaps so, if he will sell it, said Mrs. Lloyd.
 "Oh, he'll be glad to sell it." Sylvia said "He says that if he sold one per haps he could sell more after he sold one"
 Very likely" said Mrs. Lloyd; and they walked on up the avenue to a large building, where Sylvia stopped and said I've live way up tiptop; but 1 won't run to-day"
 So they went slowly up the five long flights At the door Mrs Lloyd stopped Sylvia and said You go in first and tell your father and mother that lady is here who came about the picture"
 "Oh, come right in" said the child, and opened the door; but Mrs. Lloyd stood on the threshold until a gentle