The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-10-13

tic point OF view. You re an artist. ell :
Come TO sketch our little bits OF roman 1
tic scenery? But there's nothing par
ticularly picturesque about our hop !
fields. Just sunshine and the gold
green of the clusters. and the curling
tendrils reaching out for something To
grasp at and the air so blue and clear
that one can almost see the straight
lines OF the sunshine. OF course, it
looks pretty to me. for | was born and
brought up upon 1t; but-exeuse me
l can't see what there is specially wor-
thy of an artists pencil
do you see those long perspectives
of green alleys" said he; with figures
running in and out. and the old wom- /
an sitting among the fragrant heaps, |
with the scarlet cloak, ald two little |
toddles at her feet? And yonder feeble |
bent old man. with water cans on his
shoulders? Why. there are a hundred
bits OF genre here, to say nothing of
the background"
I And Raymond took out mis- millboards
and color boxes, set up an impromptu
easel. and began diligently to paint.
\ Squire Durell's son looked on with az
amused smile. To him, the machinery
OF the great hop farm was the real
\ business of life. Artists and such like
were merely pleasure seekers who dis
ported themselves airlly on the out
skirts of creation,
'You will find some very pretty faces
here" said Darrell, III you care tor
sketching that sort of thing. People
come here from all parts of the country
In hop-pickng time Gypsles, tramps,
respectable poor workers who don't OBJ
ject TO turning an honest penny, young
people who come here for the frolic of
the thing. and poor old wretches who
think that every season will be their
last. Its healthy. the doctors say. At
all events it's profitable. In hop season
there isn't cottage, farmhouse gar.
ret, nor even barn untenanted. There
are tents white sprinkle of them,
down In the meadow by the vines,
where people sleep at nights. You can
y see them from here You are staying
S In this part of the neighborhood? MOI
! MY father will be very glad to see you
up at the house, il you will honor us
: by becoming our guest tonight"
And raising his light straw hat
a Daniel Durell went his way, the beau
IS tiful. satin-skinned white horse follow
ing like docile kitten at his heels.
n Hugh" he said to servant witt
II had come down with hamper from tn
1t house, take cup of coffee and two o
g. three of these white rolls, with my com
pliments to that gentleman in the whit
II linen coat who is sketching under III
10 trees. And, Hugh"
ie "SirT'
"Did you carry the sardine sand
r witches and the basket of apricots an
r. the fresh milk to the young girl
III black"
he The man nodded
H. "She didn't want to take 'em, NJ
of Durell," said he. "She was all for cal
ing me back. but minded your orde
gn sir. and made off as fast as l coul
sr- pretending not to hear"
p Durell smiled.
OIL That's right said he. "and don
EN- forget the cold meat and slices of ne
IN bread for old Dunstable. He grow
weaker and weaker every day, al
. there was nothing but the heel of 10
J" and a black-cheese rind in his dim
basket, for saw 1t myself"
j." ITS all right, SIR" said Hugh.
And then Durell, going up to the gre
his house, shrewdly noticed all the b
an pickers as they sat and lay around u
der the shadow of the vines, In
~ dolce far nente of the noon Intern
al sion, and finally came into the gre
iii cool room where the scent of chez
making filled the air, and the mus
r, | curtains fiuttered to and fro In
cal breeze.
Nv, The squire himself sat there, go,
but content Iced claret and cold chi
. en- were on the table; forced hot-ho'
peaches scented the atmosphere; pl
of deviled tongue, with curry sau
supplied the fiery element, and delic
outlets, Dreaded and fried in egg. W
\ brought In The old gentlemans +
frightened at the sight of his son.
at has seemed long day with
you, my DOy, Sdlu ucs SIT uON ~,
down. DO you know, Daniel I've b
thinking all the morning that | "
you'd bring wife home to the
place. She would be company for
when you are gone. Why don't
I think of It, my ladf'
~ Il have been thinking of 1t, faith
J. said the sources son. But what W,
you say, sir If were to marry a
grip
FIGS 1.-THE squire set down his glass Of
- claret. Evidently this was entire
Cleo new view of the matter.
II i "A poor girl, Daniel!'
,ssas "Yes, but poor girl, father. an
mn sweet and lovely as yonder half-op,
mon rosebud. You will perhaps laug
, tbe me-" he added, "but l have lost
the heart to one Of our hop-pickers.'
ured Daniel
Co "Her name Is Mary Ravenel, 81
will never saw her before this season.
HESS is picking hops with her aunt. or
par elderly relative-a pale. fragile ioe
CALI girl, but as beautiful as dream.
nedi- I-lcye her."
elton The old squire shook his head,
5 has II can trust you, my son. sa
lales tand whoever you choose to bring
ranty win be as welcome as the dove
II is May
tives, While all this time the artist, str
; and ,dly along TO observe the Va
AIKEN groups came upon a pale faced {
nor black-a girl with large, melting,
sheiai brown eyes. straight, pure feature
me of sost dark hair. oyerhanging her
head like a mist OF jet.