The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1920-12-04
ARTISTIC TOM.

"You think you want to be an ar
tist!" Aunt Charity studied the visit
full face and shook her head. I'm in
clined to doubt it, dear. You like the
sound of the word. You are ambitious
for the rewards that go withsit. But l
can't believe you are the artist of the
family"
Enid Strengthened herself She had
listened with becoming humility to
Aunt Charity's previous remarks but
with her closing sentence, a return of
Ends customary assurance could be
noticed
you may be right about me, Aunt
Charity" said Enid Il may have
love for art without talent of course
But as far as the family is concerned
well, it's not conceited to say that
I'm the only one who's the least bit
artistic
''Tom-," began Aunt Charity, and
Enid interrupted her with laugh.
ooh, l see, Aunt Charity. You're
just joking. AS soon as you mentioned
Tom, Of course I understood He's a
dear, but really.
Come here a minute, Enid said
Aunt Charity and she did not look as
if she were joking. She led the way
to the rear windows and stood looking
down. Ends eyes followed hers.
Looks pretty doesn't it? Tom has
spent lot of work on it. I tell him
it's pity that the delivery men get all
the benefit"
"And can't you see any artistic abil-
ity in your brother who is responsible
for this lovely spot? When 1 was
here five years ago this was just an
| ordinary back yard Now it is a thing
of beauty Tom can't paint a canvas
but he has made picture that grows
and changes and gives you fresh
pleasure every time you look at it..
And Molly"
Enid waited a little breathlessly.
Aunt Charity might call Tom an artist
because of the back yard but Molly
said frankly that she couldn't bear to
fuss with flowers
MOLLY makes picture of herself"
said Aunt Charity. 81 don't mean
merely that she's pretty, but when
| ever | see her. there's the same i'm
preston of freshness and charm
When she comes down to breakfast,
she's just as well worth looking at as
she is when she's dressed for a party
| These live pictures that sit opposite
us at the table and are willing to go
RI
| are really an Improvement on the kind
| that hang on the walls
| Enid looked down at the shabby silk
| she had put on that morning because
| it was not good enough for afternoon
| and said nothing.
And there's Nancy, bless her
heart" Aunt Charity continued brisk.
| ly. ''She can take a room that looks
stiff and formal and uninviting and
in five minutes put the very spirit OF
| home into it. Don't ask me how she
does it, for can't tell you. She car
set table so it would give a con
| frmed dyspeptic an appetite and hel
| toast deserves to be the theme of a
sonnet Most of Nancy's work is OF
the plainest sort, according to ou1
thinking, but the artists touch is al
ways in evidence"
| Someone called Aunt Charity away
| just then and Enid was left alone with
| her thoughts. She stood for some time
without moving and when at length
she spoke it was in q confidential un
| dertone, as if she were particular thai
no one but herself should hear.
81 don't know just who is the artist
of the family said Enid. And then
forgetting her hard-won grammar
But I'm sure of one thing: it ISM
me-"