Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1920-12-17

A were accountable for tn
q blur; then, she wiped hel
eyes.
Its Merry Christmas
time" Connie said to her old yellow
cat. "Who ever heard of Christmas
without the Merry? So cheer up
prowler. and let's Join In the game :"
AT the little "Shoppe" just aroune
the corner she stood longest of all
And all at once into Comics brigh'
eyes came a speculative light. The
window was full OF small framed pic
lures. most Of them with the Christ
mas spirit. There were the usual
night-clad children looking up broad
chimneys. there were landscapes of
snowy fields with distant windows
aiight-Connie studied them all, she
was seeing In vision the winding hill
road of the place where she had spent
her last summer vacation: the church
with its swaying bell In the steeple.
the queer little bridge over the deep
and beautiful stream-a bridge with
seats along Its sides where countless
lovers had sat and courted. The old
lady who had been Comics volunteer
hostess told her. with the pink coming
and going In her withered checks.
about the lovers. For II was there
that her own husband had asked. and
had been answered-his question. The
way that Connie had CHANGED to visit
this beautiful country place and to
meet there the dear old lady was quite
remarkable chance too. She had
started out on the trolley ear for one
restful day in the country and had
chosen this station at random. And
when she had stopped to admire the
wonderful roses iE the old lady's gar
demand they had spent some agree
able time together-the old lady. Mrs
Martha Snow by name. had said:
"Ny dearl Why don't you come on
and visit me for week or two? I'm
lonely for young sweet face"
And Connie had gone, that was all
Half her later water colors had been
giorified memories of that delightful
visit. Now Connie had a new inspira.
ton She would paint the queer little
bridge over an Icy stream. and its
seats should be covered with snow.
She could fancy just how the trees
would look waving naked branches.
And she'd paint the church in the hol-
low with lights In the windows gieam-
Ing over the snow and the bell in the
tower a-swaylng for Christmas.
oh. Connie was very happy as she
hurried home TO her attic, but there.
In the temperamental way artists
have. she began to draw instead
working In a fever OF enthusiasm
the sitting room of the old house
where she had been guest, with
Martha Snow herself seated in the
freight. just half Of her peaceful pro-
file showing beneath its halo of white
hair.
There was holly above the old fire.
place and a boys stocking hanging
there Connie never stopped until she
had completed the picture. then ran
with II breathlessly 10 the "Shoppe"
around the corner.
ayes. we will display It." smiling
old man agreed.
The picture sold. OF course you
were prepared for that; but the
strange part was that before it was
sold Connie had added her other views
to the "Shoppe" window, and her dis
corning purchaser had bought them
every one While the other Christ
mas studies pleased him not at all I;
Connie could not count the number OF
times that she passed that window.
first closing her eyes chiidishiy In the
hope that her picture would not be
there when she opened them. And 1t
was the day but one before Christmas
that the ..Shoppe" manager seeing her
peekhg about, beckcned her inside.
"Yeu have pleased one Of our best
customers" said the manager. land
when We mentioned your peculiar con-
tiition of sale he suggested talking the
matter over with you that you might
both come TO satisfactory bargain
Our customer thinks that you possess
wonderful artistic ability. We have
given him your address"
as he" asked Connie falteringly.
"a philanthropist?
Some way she did not want her pur-
chaser to be just a philanthropist and
spoil all future ambitions hope.
mfr. Armstrong Is man who usual
~ drives a pretty shrewd bargain, :
the "Shoppe" manager said.
So. though IL was early afternoon.
Connie hurried home 10 turn on a yes
blaze and don her most presenisbla
dress so that she might make a favor
able impression as sucee.sfui young
wieIder of the brush. The purchaser
mIghg arrive any minute. Bnt II was
the next afternoon when be came and
Connie was wearing a bungalow
apron.
The purchaser was young and tall
and good looking. and the golden cat
greeted him with a r'nrrlng rub. which
was 10 Connie recommendation as
to his honesty.
Mir. Hubert Armstrong came direct
to business.
@Your sketches have for me
loubIe interest. Miss Carroll he said
you have drawn remarkably some
~ .he hannfeSf scenes of nv boyhood