The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1894-06-21


and said: Can you tell me whom l
can see here about some old lace want
to sell2''
upstairs" said the clerk; and the
lady went out.
'why, do they buy lace too?" said
the child. "rve got some-rd like to
sell it; it's my grandma's wedding veil,
mother says
"Ahr' thought Mrs. Lloyd, "here is
another leading. l 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 prettyP"
Mrs. Lloyd looked at it first Curl
ously, and then eagerly, and then bent
forward to see the painters name.
"Rhett," she said; ''is that the name?"
"Philip Rhett." the child said; land
my name is Sylvia-for my grandma"
GLOW very, very strange" said Mrs.
Lloyd, half to herself. II wonder how
he happened to paint that house?" But
she thought again: st is such pic
turesque old place that don't wonder
that he wanted to paint it; and it's
well painted, too. i 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 l used to live
there once--long ago." she said, with a
little sigh.
cotI Cr-1-
via: ''and she loved that picture, and
she didn't want father to put it in the
window: but he said that perhaps the
roses in it would make somebody
buy it,.
1t 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.
II will go in, moment" she said;
81 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; land 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 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, 81 didn't have
any money; and mother says she won't
ask the man to trust US, cause he don't
know us. 1 don't suppose he would
anyway" she added, with grown-up
air that showed how much care the lit
tie thing had carried. II do the mar
keting over on Third avenue when l
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 IA
| theirs 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?"
~ have lived in Rome for several
years." said Mrs. Floyd, 'and l have
| often been to Florence. l 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 whit 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 a 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 gentle.
man who was painting at an easel got
up and went toward her.
Mrs. Lloyd said: 81 saw your picture
in the window at Blanks, and l think
it is house I once lived in, an inn
near Clovelly, in England, and want
to see you about it, please They gave
me your address at the shop met
your little daughter at a flower win