The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-11-17
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they have at least one well defined
taste in common. Albert did not talk
much, but adroitly induced Telly to do
most of it. In the hour they passed
together he discovered that two i'm
pulses were nearest her heart-the first
and strongest her devotion to Uncle
Terry, and after that desire to paint
| Il do not ever hope to do much" she
admitted rather pathetically. II never
have taken lessons and maybe never
fshall. I would not think of asking IA
Ether to let me go away, and all I can
do is to work blindly. often sit for
hours trying to put things see on can
vas, only to fail utterly and begin all
over again. I should not mind it if
could see that made any progress, but
1 do not. I can't let it alone, though,
for the most happy hours I have are
when I'm painting"
"You certainly have perseverance"
responded Albert encoura gingly, "and
the pictures you have shown me seem
very lifelike. I wish I could do as
well. You have done good work for
one self taught as you are, and you
have no reason to be discouraged"
Then Uncle Terry came in and an
nounced dinner. It was rather a state
affair for the Terry household, and the
table bore their best dinner service,
with vase of flowers in the center.
II hope We feel hungry" said Uncle
Terry as he passed a we'll filed plate
to Albert, "fer we live plain, an it's
good appetite as makes good vittes. I
s'pose We are used to purity high livin'."
whatever tastes good is good" re-
piled Albert, and, turning to Aunt Lis
sy, he added, "This fried lobster beats
anything I have tasted for a long
time"
When the meal was over he handed
the box of cigars he had brought to his
host with the remark, please accept
these, Mr.. Terry, and when you smoke
them think of the forlorn fellow you
found by the wayside."
1--WE got to leave ye to the tender
marcies of the wimmin folks,'' said I'm
Gle Terry, after thanking Albert, "for
I've got work to do, and tonight We'll
have visit. I hope you'll be willin'
to stay with us day or two," he added,
IAN tomorrow I'll take ye out fishin'."'
Il will stay until tomorrow, thank
you," replied Albert. "
II should like to row up to where I
was left boatless yesterday" he said
to Telly after Uncle Terry had gone,
"and finish the sketch began and also
try to find the cushions 1 dropped in
the woods. May ask you to go too?"
Il should be glad to if mother can:
spare me-" she answered.
When he rowed out of the little har-i
Dor where he had left his boat Tellyl
sat in the stern holding the tiller ropes
and shading her winsome face was the
same broad sun hat he had seen on the
rock beside her the evening before It.
was long four mile pull, but he was
unconscious of it, and when he helped
his companion out and secured the boat
he said: "Now, 1 am going to ask
favor Of you, Miss Terry. I want you
to stand in just the position 1 first saw
you and let me make a sketch of you.
You were leaning on rock and resting
your head on one hand''
Telly looked puzzled.
You did not know I saw you out on
the point last evening, did you?" he
added, smiling. II stood and looked at
you for five minutes and then walked
away. l did not know who you were
then or that I should meet you later.
II I had l would not have been so
rude.''
The color came to Telly's face at
his evident admiration, but she did not
say no to his proposal, and stood pa
hently in the position he wished while
he made the sketch. There he ex-
claimed when it was finished, Il shall
transfer that to canvas when I go back,
and whenever I look at it I shall recall
this day and-you."
will you need the picture for that?"
she replied with smile.
"That sounded like Alice" he said,
and added hastily, "Alice is my only
sister, and think more of her than of
any other woman living"
Telly sat on the boats cushions in a
shady nook and watched Albert finish
his sketch and then listened to his
talk. He told her all about his home
and sister and Frank as well. In
way they exchanged a good deal of
personal history of interest to each
other. Then they gathered flowers, and
Telly insisted on decorating the boat.
When it was done she wanted him to
make sketch Of it for her. "Draw
yourself as holding the oars,'' she said.
land I will try to paint a picture from
the sketch to remember you by she
added with a smile.
Then, as the sun was getting low.
they started for home. The breeze had
vanished and the sea was like glass.
Only the long ground swells barely
lifted their boat and made the shad-
ows OF the trees along the shore wave
in fantastic undulations. When thew
reached the Cape Telly said: 'You had
better go around to the cove where ia
Their keeps his boats It's nearer to
the house, and there is float there
where you can pull your boat out"
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