The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1901-12-06
How Daffy Found
Her Talent.
nT WISH 1 had gift" said Dafy
BY Susan Hubbard Martin.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


with a dlscOnsOlafe sigh.
1t was Monday. blue Monday, and
Daphne, commonly called Daffy. had
slipped over early to kate's studio;
Cousin Kate. who with her magic
brush wrought such exquisite and
glowing little pictures.
Cousin Kate was mixing paints pre-
paratory to a hard mornings work.
The canvas stood already on the easel
IN the best light the little room af-
forded. Cousin Kate looked the true
artist that she was in her plain dress
and long white apron. She was n tall
young woman. with clear eyes. album
dant chestnut hair. and a firm sweet
mouth.
Daffy was unlike her as possible. be-
ing small and slight, with great dark
eyes, and cheeks as full of color as a
ripe carnafion
III could paint as you do now"
went on Daify soberly, Il would be
happy; but l can't. and you know
how poorly | have always played and
sung. love music. but i can't make
II, any more than old Michael can
who cleans our yard. Then there's
writing. I'd like nothing better than
TO be able TO write fine things. but
there's no use wishing that, for |
never could compose even a passable
letter"
Cousin Kate looked at the droop-
ing. discouraged face before she an
swered. 1t was no wonder, for in
spite of her sadness Daffy was such a
pretty. refreshing sight in her brown
suit and picturesque hat.
Daily" she asked suddenly, "where
did you get that hat, my dear?"
Ihis?' answered Daffy Indifferent
ly. Out of my head" she added. II
make my own hats always 90, you
know. Why?" she questioned a mo-
ment later.
Cousin Kate looked at the hat
again.
Why she repeated, 'sbecausc it's
beautiful, dear. The very prcttiest
hat I've seen this season. and YOU
made il. Yet here you are bcmoaning
me hard fate that has bestowed upon
you no gift. My dear. it may be an
art TO paint a picture, or write a
POEM am not so sure that il is not
as great one to send out upon this
gray old world a little being like
Yourself who can put together colors
g daintitly and effectively. and create
bonnet Why don't you turn it to
accounf?~
Daily laughed. GLOW can To- she
answered. Here / am. papa's only
chck and child, with more money
.han ! need, and nothing to do but |
TOOK happy. That's all the dear man |
requires OF me. He loves me as l am,
year father, and wouldn't exchange |
.ne ior the greatest literary and artis-
NC light in existence. That's the
way with these dear fathers. they
give all and expect nothing. But be-
cause ! am SO rich in his love and
care IS no reason that want to sit
uown and be a useless cumberer of
me earth There's no necessity for
earning money. but would like to do
something to help somebody, just a
li'tie. The girls voice broke and
very like tears rose in the
dark eyes.
Daily" said Cousin Kctc slowly,
uid you see old Mrs. Fskc ut church
yesterdays
Daffy nodded.
Dld You notice anything about
'cr went on Cousin Kate. her head
'en' over her palette.
Nothing except that she looked
',aer and shabbier than usual, poor
10 soul. Yes, I did too. I noticed
nat her old bonnet had about given
~. How long has she worn il,
seven years." was the answer. IL
now for i remember. II looked
vel enough once. but the wind and |
now and slcet Of so many winters
ave at last wrought its ruin. You
~ Daffy dear, you don't need mon
y Here is q chance to help some :
ne who can't give il for things. III
- paint . picture. but couldnt I