The Forrest City times., 1894-03-02

give me a picture of it! l wish could send him back one of Loch Awe, and our house up on the braes."
 The next day was Sunday; she usual ly passed the morning in bed, tired out with her weeks work. When she came down about the middle of the day she met him coming in, evidently in his Sunday best. Could he have been to church? We'll, it was clear he had not learned the manners of Eureka court yet
 She tried to express her thanks by looks and smiles. He seemed to under stand, and laughed, and then she felt with quick touch of dismay that he glanced in surprise at her untidy dress and towzled hair. Jeanie did not tidy" herself until afternoons; then in an enormous hat and feathers and much-becurled head she perambulated the adjacent streets in company with girls of her acquaintance, not yet vi- cious, only ignorant, vain and craving for a little of that happiness which seems to all girls their birthright.
 That same hair was in wrappers now --she blushed as she recalled the fact her hands were grimy, her face un- washed. Ills eyes noted it. They did not meet again during the week, but next Sunday morning found Jeanie with her hair out of papers and her hands washed; she was lettering at the street corner when he came back in his spruce clothes. She gave him a pert nod; she felt annoyed with him for some unknown reason, and that evening made herself as resplendent as possible in her cheap, gaudy finery.
 ''He Shall see that 1 can be smart, too," she thought and tossed her head | as he approached.
 He stopped, and, drawing notebook from his pocket, rapidly sl1etched a church front upon it. She shook her head. He locked puzzled; then his quick fingers drew the outside of one of the commonest type of meeting | house. She shook her head again, and moved off. Somehow she did not like | to show him how she spent her Sunday evenings
 | The weather became very hot. Jeanie dropped more and more in the un- l healthy woriSroom and stuffy streets. 1 He seemed to notice it, for on Saturday night she found drawing of trees and path and figures walking about. and underneath the figures 2.5o. Could he be asking her to go for walk? She waited in to see.
 At 2:30 a knock came at her door, There he was, with his square, ugly, good-natured face smiling at her. She felt awkward going down the stairs with him. What could they do during the whole walk if neither could speak to the other? But that walk did not | take place. The smart tie around her neck had been the price of her dinner: she turned faint and reeled, then sat down on the stairs and burst nto tears. ! She hardy knew if she was vexed or pleased to find herself picked up like baby and carried up to her own room and laid upon her bed. She sat up and drank some water, while he stood look ing perpleNed at her, and she blushed that he should see her untidy, disorder ly room.
 He went out. In few minutes she heard her door open, and something pushed along the floor. It was little | jug of hot coffee and milk and a plate of German rolls.
 The next day another picture was left. It represented large workshop, with men sitting at tables, all busily engaged over some mechanical work; underneath was written the figures sos. | With unslSillful fingers she drew an outline of a coat and waistcoat and needle and thread and posted it at his door as she went out; but she had to come back again, she was so ill, and all day she lay there alone, waiting for what was the only friendly signal in the world to her, the scrap of paper of the foreign artist.
 She heard it pushed under the door at last, and feebly rose and groped for l it Her head was throbbing so that she could scarcely see that it contained whole line of portraits-an elderly man and woman, and younger faces, among which was his own. His family doubtless.
 She made rough outline of her hat, with sharp oval for face underneath. She was too i'll to get it down to him. l She pushed it out and trusted that he would get it She heard him in the m orning come up again, and then she heard no more, for the fever seized upon her, and when next she woke to con- sciousness she was lying on hospital bed For days she was too weak to speak or think, but, when she was able, one of the nurses asked her if she would like to see some papers which had been brought to the hospital for her, and the nurse spread them out before her.