The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1915-05-07


MAXIM bread and cuttin' Garnet rape
put as she didn't, mebbe she was
sorter told to go the other way. How's
her eddecation comm on?"
1 amt asked her many questions
and she amt told me much, but Par.
son Davis told me the other day that
he heard she was one of the smartest
girls in school. She'll be finished Nh
this fall, you know
"And then come back to us?"
Eyes"
And then-then-" he queried after
time.
i dunno, JOSIAH dunno!"
They had a world circumscribed BY
the farm limits. They knew what
went ON in their world, but not in the
other. 1t was work, work in their
world. There were four seasons in a
year, and particular work for each
season. They awoke at just such an
hour; they went to bed at just such
an hour. Their meals seldom varied.
They plowed and dragged and sowed
and planted. They gathered the cropc.
The farmer gave exhibitions of his
strength and boosted of his health,
and the wife boosted of the soft soap
she had made, and her jars Of picked
peaches she had put by.
Work, work, work, and never rec
reation! They judged no one by>their
talk or intelligence, but it was always:
why, that fellow wouldn't be worth
his salt in harvest field!"
One day the farmer came home
from town with a stranger in the
wagon with him.
His name is Durand," he explained
to his wife, "and he says he paints
pictures. He wants board and lodg-
ings for the winter, that he may paint
some winter scenes. He says he will
pay our price and give little trouble.
He'll turn up his nose at corned
beef and salt pork, won't he?"
IF he does he'll have to go. He
looks kinder pale and sickly, and
don't believe he can throw cat over
the fence, but we'll let him come If
you say So"
And thus it happened that when
Miss Ruth returned home she found
Mr.. Charles Durand, artist, from the
city, duly installed and at work on
sketch of late autumn.
Il wouldn't give him his board for
what corn he could husk," whispered
the father that evening.
why, he don't know enough to put
a collar on a horse" added the mother
It was q week or more after her
return home that Miss Ruth told her
parents that she had heard of Mr.
Durand, and that some of his paint
ings had sold for twice the value of
their farm, and that she had made fair
Roadway as an amateur artist and
wished to take lessons Of him.
The father groaned and the mother
sighed.
Father" said the girl, you have
owned this farm for twenty years.
You have worked like two oxen-you
and mother. How much better off are
you than when when you began?"
1.-TWO thousand dollars" he proudly
replied.
you have worked with your muscle,
father, and you have made a hundred
dollars year. A young man will go
through college in three years, and
then by use of his brains make from
three to five thousand a year. You
have a contempt for the man who
can't life barrel of cider, and yet he
may make more money in week than
you have in year. Doctor Grey can
not lift hundred pounds, but when
your hired man broke his leg the doc
tors bill was $40"
Neither father nor mother had a
word to say and the girl continued:
"You have been disappointed in me
because / am not big, strong, husky
girl and don't take to homework. It
took me less than fortnight to make
some sketches over at Brownsville
that sold for one hundred dollars"
"Gosh!" exclaimed the father.
There isn't a lawyer in the state
that can hold pillow for a hundred
feet. and yet the poorest one of them
makes ten times the money you do.
You have thought me helpless and
useless. You have thought all people
so not made Of iron."
Eyes," admitted the father, "sorter
useless, and now ! can realize that
me and your ma have been sorter
fools all the time"
When fine landscape is signed
"Durand" it isn't always the work of
Mr.. Charles Durand. 1t may be the
creation of his wife, Mrs. Durand. for
merly Ruth Streeter.
And father and mother don't have to