Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1911-12-01

Fad been. told. "You say he sneaked
E!ipon you?"
l. Eyes"
"And began right off about the
r.ow?"
I eyes"
didn't wait to introduce himself|
j NO"
"And stammered and blushed with
;uilt as he sneaked away?"
/. 81 think it was with guilt"
I "Of course it was. Clara, that man
/ lad poisoned somebody's well and
sas fleeing from justice. Don't you
Jay any attention to what he said.
/ nhat painting is going to have 81
rame and hang in the parlor OPP
,osite Napoleon Crossing the Alps.
"But haven't l got the COWS eyes
Erong?" asked the artist. should
,ne of them be looking UP and the
,ther down."
"They should, dearie. That's what
irst made me think you were a born
artist. I've watched cows thou
/ rand times. They always keep one
Eye on the grass and roll the other
ap as if thanking heaven for the
fodder. Don't you worry about her
eyes"
''But what was the young man go
mg to criticize if I hadn't stopped
| aim?"
| Land only knows! When a per-
ron is mean enough,to poison fami-
~ we'll you can't tell what he will
ray or do next. At first l thought
The cows tail might be too long, but
hen remembered that it must be in
ay time she was painted. You just
ehirl right up and forget that villain.
Il was you I'd start a new picture
| omorrow.''
But Miss Clara didn't. There were
several doubts in her mind now, and
she didn agree with her grand
mother about the young man being
. well-poisoner and an unhung VII
ain. As she remembered his face
i was attractive and interesting, with
not line of yillainy in it. Thus
| when she went forth next afternoon
Il was not to SKETCH but to think as
! she walked. She didn't climb Thorn
apple hill. but slsirted it, and b. and
by she came to brook and turned to
he left to look for crossing.
Mr.. Burt Delevan was again look.
ing for blackbirds. His encounter
with the artist on ThorEapple hill the
day before had left him rather hui
inflated. He therefore strolied an
other way, yet all the time hoping for
another meeting. He had his nerve
with. him now and he was sure he
could put the case in such light that
he would be forgiven.
"Say. Say! Help! Help!"
Mr.. Delevan threw aside his gun
and plunged through a thicket 10 find
himself on the bank Of creek.
Standing in the shallow water, which
reached her knees and was bubbling
higher, was the girl artist.
cts quicksand, you see," she ex-
planned, as the young man stood
! staring. -...,,, z.s,,a-
Being in the real estate business,
Wlich includes all Kinds of soils, Mr..
Delevan knew just what to do in case
% quicksand and he did it. 1t was
D hard tug. but at length muddled
and bedraggled figure stood on the
bank beside him. Not a word had
oeen spoken during the rescue. None
vas spoken now as the girl was as
| sisted home and left in the arms OF
! her grandmother at the back door.
1t was two weeks later before there
was any conversation a stenographcr
would have thought worth her pot
hooks. Then Miss Clara asked her
grandmother:
do you think will ever make an
artist?'
no, I don't" was the prompt an
swer. THAT Mr. Delevan mas called
here seven times since he hauled you
out of the qlicksand, and if l know
anything about apple sass it won't
be more'n seven times more before
both Of you will be SO head over heels
In love that painting will go to pot!"
/