The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1905-06-07
Uncle Terry
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CHARLES CLARK MUM
Copyright, 1900, by Lee & Shepard


and the bountiful supper OF stewed
chicken and cold lobster, not to men
tlon other good things of Aunt Lissy's
providing, received q hearty accept
ance. Although 1t was dark when sup
per was over, he could not resist go
ing out on the rocks and listening a
few minutes to the waves as they beat
upon them.
When he returned TO the house AL
bert found a bright fire burning In the
sitting room.
III put yer things in yer ROOM" said
Uncle Terry, and, handing him a lamp,
he added. we know whar tits now, 1
hope; so make yerself t hum"
Later, when they were all gathered
about the fire, both the "wimmin folks
with their sewing and Uncle Terry en-
joylng II of the cigars Albert had
brought him, the Old mans face gleam-
ed as genial as the tirelight. He told
stories of the sea, of storm N ship
wreck and curious experiences that had
come to him during the many years he
had dwelt beside the ocean and while
Albert listened, stealing occasional
glanccs at the sweet faced girl whose
eyes We're bent upon her sewing, tho
n~eighhoring waves kept up their mono,
tone, and the fire sparkled and glowed
with n ruddy light.
Don't you ever get tired Of hearing
the waves beat so near your" asked
Albert at last.
"Waal, there's suthin' curious bout
that" answered Uncle Terry. i've
got so ulster 'em they seem sorter nee
essary ter Twin, an when l go way
It's hard fer me ter sleep fer missin'
'em. Why, don't yer like ter hear
'em?"
"Oh yes; I enjoy them always, and
they Mre "A lullaby that puts me to
sleep at once"
1t was but little past 0 when Uncle
Terry arose and, bringing In a basket
of wood, observed, II CUES I'll turn
in middlin' 'arly SOS to git up 'arly an
pull my traps fore breakfast, an then
I'll take We out fishin'. The mackerel's
bitin' good these days, an mebbe yen
enjoy It,"
Aunt Lissy soon followed, and Albert
was left alone with Telly. 1t looked
intentional. For a few moments he
watched her, still intent OH her work.
Have you finished my sketches" he
said finally.
mot quite" she replied. az had to
go up to the owe to work on one In or
der to satisfy myself, and a good many
days it was too rough to row up there,
so that hindered me-. l have that one
finished, though, and the other almost"
Was 1T possible that this girl had
rowed four miles every day in order to
paint from the original scene of his
sketch?
MAY 1 see the finished one" he
asked.
She brought it. Not only was the
picture of herself sitting in the shade
of a low spruce reproduced, but the
fern decorated boat near by, the quiet
little cove In front and n view Of ocean
beyond.
It was q charming picture.
There Is only one thing lacking"
she said shyly as he held 1t at an angle
so the freight would shine upon 1t,
'and l didn't dare put that in without
your consent"
81 do not notice anything left out as
1 recall the spot"
but there is" she replied. land one
that should be there to make the pic
ture correct. Can't you guessf"
He looked at Telly's face, upon which
a roguish smile had come.
mo, | can't guess. Tell me what is
lackingT"
yourself" she replied.
But l do not want the picture to re-
mind me of myself. 1 wanted it SO l
could see you and recall the day we
were there" She made no reply, and
lie laid 1t on the table and asked for
the other one. 1t was all done except
the finishing touches, but 1t did not
seem to be a reproduction of his origi-
nal sketch at the cove.
II took the liberty Of changing 1t a
little" she said as he was looking at
1t, land put In the background where
You said you first saw me-"
at was nice Of you to think OF MAX
Ing the change" lie replied quickly,
"and l am very glad you did. I want
ed 1t to portray you as / first saw
you"
A faint flush came into her face. AS
she was watching the fire he studied
the sweet face turned half away. And
what a charming profile 1t was, with
rounded chin, delicate patrician nose
and long eyelashes Just touching the
cheek that bore a telltale flushl Wa
that faint color due to the fire OF to
his words? Then they dropped into q
pleasant chat about t%rifles. and the
oceans voice kept up It's rhythm, the
fire sparkled, and the small cottage
clock licked the happy moments away.
How is Mrs. Leachf" he asked at
last. Does she pray as f~eryently at
every ~mectingW
Gust the same" replied Telly, land
always will as long Ms she has breath.
1t Is, as father says, her only consola-
tion."
~ have thought OF that evening
many times since" lie continued, land
the impression hat poor old lady made
OF me with her piteous s~uppllcatiOn. I
wonder how 1T would affect n Boston
church congregation some evening to
have such an appearing figure, clad as
she was, rise and utter the prayer she
did. 1T would startle them, 1 think"
II do not think Mrs. Leach would
enter one of your city churches" re.
spondcd Tclly, land certainly not clad
as she has to be. She has a little pride
even If she Is poor"
ooh, 1 meant no reflection, only the
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