The Globe-republican., 1894-01-05

next again, though on cacl day he
went through similar performance.
Strange to say, Matt had not put in an
appearance, and for reasons of his own
he had thought it better not to seek
her.
On the morning of the third day-a
dark, chilly morning. after a night of
rain-Tim put his head into the cara
van, where his master was seated at
his easel, and grinned delightedly.
''Mr. Charles! She's come, sor!''
"Who the deuce has Gomez" cried
Brinkley.
1.-THE lady, your honor, to have her
picture taken. Will / show her into
the parlor?''
But as he spoke Matt pushed him
aside and entered. She wore her best
clothes, but looked little pale and
anxious. Brinlzley thought, greeting
her with a familiar nod.
$50 you've come at last? Tim, get
out, you rascal. l thought you had
given me up"
He assumed GOODNESS, though he
felt it not, for he had made up his
mind not to encourage the young
person.
81 couldn't come before, they
wouldn't let me. But last night Will
| liam Jones he didn't come home, and
1 broke open the box and took out my
clothes and ran straight Off here"
Her face fell as she proceeded, for
she could not fail to notice the cool
ness of the young mans greeting.
'sWe1l, since you have come, we'll get
to work." said Brinkley. cts chilly
and damp outside, SO We'll remain here
in shelter"
Matt took off her hat and then pro-
ceeded to divest herself of her coarse
| Jacket, revealing for the first time the
| low-necked silk dress beneath Mean
time the young man placed the sketch
in position. Turning presently, he
beheld Mats transformation.
Old and shabby as the dress was. torn
here and there and revealing beneath
glimpses of coarse stockings and
! clumsy boots, it became her wonder
| fully. As a result of much polishing
| with soap and water her face shone
again and her arms and neck were
| white as snow. Thus attired, Matt
looked no longer a long, shambling
| girl, but a tall, bright, respondent
young lady.
1t was no use. Brinkley could not
conceal his admiration. Mats arms
alone were enough to make a painter
wild with delight
"Why, Matt, you look positively
magnificent! 1 had no idea you were
so pretty"
The girl blushed with pleasure.
The young man worked away for q
good hour and q half, at the end OF
which time he put the finishing touch
to the sketch.
"Finis coronal opus" he cried.
''Look, Matt!"
Matt examined the picture with un-
conscious delight. It was herself, a
little idealized, but quite characters
tic and altogether charming.
'May l take it homer" she asked
eagerly.
'I'n get you to leave it a few days
longer. must get frame for it,
Matt, and then You shall have it all
complete. Now, let me look 1T you
again." he said, taking her by both
hands and looking up at her sunny
face. "Are you pleased? Will you
take care of the picture for the paint
er's sake?"
Mats answer was embarrassing
She quietly sat down on his knee and
gave him a smacking kiss.
Matt! Matt!" he cried. "Yor
mustn't"
But she put her warm arm round hi!
neck, and rested her cheek against hi
shoulder.
II should like to have pretty dresse.
and gold bracelets and things, and g
away from William Jones and to sta.
with you"
my DEAR" said Brinkley. laughing
. ..you couldn't 1t wouldn't be prope-.
'Why not?" asked Matt, simply.