Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1918-04-26

reacn an OLD held. you'll ma more
berries there than you can pick in half
a day. I'd go myself. but am expect
ing a tin peddler along any minute,
and l must have new dipper,"
The place was easily found. There
was not only an old field out the ru-
ms of dam and a sawmill that
Granny had forgotten to mention. AS
Miss May stood looking around her
she felt that she had visited the place
before. Yes? No? 1t had 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-wool-and a-yard-
wide, and true to nature In every de-
tail, was before her. Yes, he had sat
where she sat to sketch 1t. And, as IL
that was not enough. the painter him
self broke his way through the
branches and stood before her.
Miss Cranston!"
Mr.. Islington!"
Il did not know"
Nor |, either"
He sat down about Ave feet away,
and for two long minutes was interest
ed in the life and adventures of the
grasshopper. Miss Cranston main
tanned a 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
1t 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 sunrise or sunset in it,
Which ia TT"
Sunset"
But why do you have 1t set In the
east? The top Of picture is like
the top of O map--its the north. Fig
uring from this, your sun has wobbled
aroundl"
That's queer" replied the painter
I'm 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 vivid green
| now yield you the floor to criticize
my butter bust OF Washington"
II thought-thought," began Mr. Is.
lington, and then paused.
Are you a good Judge Of butter?"
asked the girl with smile.
Why. thought that particular but
ter was all right"
so 1t was. The trouble was With
me. soulped Shakespeare and call
ed 1t Washington. II had tried to
sculp Nero people would probably have
called 1t Xerxes. ! am ready to ad.
nit that am q dead failure In sculp
ture."
And don't believe 1t is In me to
be a 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 TT"
mot being artists, how could we
have?"
That's 30. That's So And not
having got It, what becomes OF the
vows--the vows"
TO be continued at the housed"
laughed the blushlng girl, as she OK.
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 l forgot all about
EN-" was the reply.
Never mind. deary. didn't ex.
pect you to pick a single one-not
one"
"But-but-"
you see. he was here the other
day while you were taking a nap,
and no told me all about 1t, and | told
him I'd send you down by the creek,
and lie and you and the blackberrieF
and the old mill and-and-and don t
you let him get away while am get.
ting support"
And Mr., Fred Islington didn't get
away.
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