The Ordway new era., 1913-01-17

ms Of a dam and a sawmill that
Granny had forgotten to mention. AS
Miss May stood LOOMING around her
she felt that she had visited the place
before. Yes? No? 1t had a tamil
lar look. but she had never before
been within miles OF 1t. She sat down
on the turf and looked again, and
then she gave little gasp.
The landscape by Mr. Fred lsling-
ton, warranted all-wooland-a-yard-
wide, and true to nature in every de-
tail, was before her. Yes. he had sat
where she sat to sketch it. And. as II
that was not enough, the painter him
self broke his way through the
branches and stood before her.
Miss Cranston!"
"Mr. Islington!"
II did not know"
Nor !. either"
He sat down about five feet away.
and for two long minutes was interest
ed in the life and adventures of the
grasshopper. Miss Cranston main
tanned q steady gaze on her feet.
Il have been thinking" he finally
said.
"Yes?"
I'VE have been too hasty."
"Oh, don't know"
You see, your unjust criticisms
provoked me-"
But they were not unjust. Your
sketch shows an old mill with the
roof half gone. There is no roof at all
here"
UNI"
THE creek flows to the right. as
you see. In your sketch you have
it flowing to the left or uphill"
UNI"
in your sketch you show an old
water-wheel. There Is none here. II
there was one 1t could not ever have
turned with the water flowing the
wrong way"
"Ahem!"
Your SKETCH" continued the young
lady. has a sunrise or sunset In it.
Which Is it,"
Sunset
But why do you have it set in the
east? The top of a picture Is like
the top of q map-it's the north. Fig
uring from this. your sun has wobbled
around"
That's queer" replied the painter
."In an artistic way, and one proud
ly pointed out. you cover some of the
fallen stones and stumps with what
you mistake for brambles."
"You-you must be mistaken"
There they are. and they are hazel
bushes. have no more to say, ex-
cept that your sketch purports to be
an autumn scene. and yet you have
the naples all red, and two or three
apple trees over there of a vivid green.
l now yield you the floor to criticize
my butter bust of Washington"
Il thought-thought." began Mr.. Is
lington, and then paused.
Are you a good judge Of butter?"
asked the girl with a smile.
why. l thought that particular but
ter was all right
so 1t was. The trouble was with
me. l sculped Shakespeare and call
ed it Washington. II l had tried to
sculp Nero people would probably have
called It Xerxes. l am ready to ad-
nit that am dead failure In sculp-
ture."
| And l don't believe it is in me to
be q landscape artist"
There was nothing further said for
the next two minutes. Then the young
man cautiously queried:
Wasn't there something said about
the Artistic Temperament
why, there might have BEEN"
DO you think we have it,"
Not being artists, how could we
havc?"
That's so. That's SO. And not
having got 1t, what becomes of the
vows-the vows"
ITO be continued at the housed"
laughed the blushing girl. as she ex.
tended her hand to be helped to her
feet.
How many quarts did you pick?"
asked Granny. as she reached for the
empty berry basket.
MY stars. but forgot all about
EN-" was the reply.
Never mind. deary. I didn't ex-
pect you to pick single one-not a
one"
"But-but-"
you see, he was here the other
day while you were taking a nap.
and he told me all about 1t, and told
him Id send you down by the creek.
and lie and you and the blackberries
and the old mill and-and-and don't
you let him get away while l am get
ting support"
And Mr.. Fred Islington didn't get
away.
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