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    The Boy Artist. A Tale for the Young
    The Boy Artist. A Tale for the Young
    The Boy Artist. A Tale for the Young
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    The Boy Artist. A Tale for the Young

    By F. M. S.

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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      The Boy Artist. A Tale for the Young - F. M. S.

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Boy Artist., by F.M. S.

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      Title: The Boy Artist.

      A Tale for the Young

      Author: F.M. S.

      Release Date: May 15, 2008 [EBook #25478]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BOY ARTIST. ***

      Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Emmy and the Online

      Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This

      file was made using scans of public domain works in the

      International Children's Digital Library.)

      THE BOY-ARTIST.

      THE PICTURE.

      THE BOY-ARTIST.

      A Tale for the Young.

      BY THE AUTHOR OF

      HOPE ON, KING JACK OF HAYLANDS, ETC.

      ———————————

      When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.

      Psalm xxvii. 10.

      ———————————

      LONDON:

      T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;

      EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK.

      —————

      1872

      Contents.

      THE BOY-ARTIST.

      CHAPTER I.

      THE PICTURE.

      H, Madge, just stay as you are; there—your head a little more turned this way."

      But, Raymond, I can't possibly make the toast if I do.

      Never mind the toast; I shan't be many minutes, said the boy who was painting in the window, while he mixed some colours in an excited, eager manner.

      The fire is very hot. Mayn't I move just to one side?

      No; it is the way that the firelight is falling on your hair and cheek that I want. Please, Madge; five minutes.

      Very well, and the patient little sister dropped the toasting-fork, and folded her hands in her lap, with the scorching blaze playing on her forehead and cheek, and sparkling in her deep brown eyes.

      The boy went on with rapid, bold strokes, while a smile played over his compressed lips as he glanced at Madge every few moments.

      The very thing I have been watching for—that warm, delicious glow—that red light slanting over her face;—glorious! and he shook back the hair from his forehead, and worked on unconscious of how the minutes flew by.

      Raymond, it is very hot.

      There—one moment more, please, Madge.

      One minute—two—three, fled by, and then Raymond threw down his brush and came over to his sister's side.

      Poor little Madge, and he laid his hand coaxingly on her silky hair. Perhaps you have made my fortune.

      This was some small consolation for having roasted her face, and she went to look at the picture. I'm not as pretty as that, Raymond.

      FACES IN THE FIRE.

      Well, artists may idealize a little; may they not?

      Yes. What is this to be called?

      Faces in the Fire.

      Shall you sell it?

      I shall try.

      THE COTTAGE IN THE COUNTRY.

      Raymond Leicester had not a prepossessing face; it was heavy, and to a casual observer, stupid. He had dark hazel eyes, shaded by an overhanging brow and rather sweeping eyelashes; a straight nose, and compressed lips, hiding a row of defective teeth; a high massive forehead and light hair, which was seldom smooth, but very straight. This he had a habit of tossing back with a jerk when he was excited; and sometimes the dull eyes flashed with a very bright sparkle in them when he caught an idea which pleased him,—for Raymond was an artist, not by profession, but because it was in his heart to paint, and he could not help himself. He was sixteen now, and Madge was twelve. Madge was the only thing in the world that he really cared for, except his pictures. Their mother was dead, Madge could hardly remember her; but Raymond always had an image before him of a tender, sorrowful woman, who used to hold him in her arms, and whisper to him, while the hot tears fell upon his baby cheeks,—"You will comfort me, my little son. You will take care of your mother and of baby Madge." And he remembered the cottage in the country where they had lived, the porch where the rose-tree grew, the orchard and the moss-grown well, the tall white lilies in the garden that stood like fairies guarding the house, and the pear-tree that was laden with fruit.

      He remembered how his mother had sat in that porch with him, reading stories to him out of the Bible, but often lifting her sad pale face and looking down the road as if watching for some one.

      And then there came a dark, dreary night, when the wind was howling mournfully round the cottage and their mother lay dying. She had called Raymond to her, and had pressed her cold lips on his forehead, telling him to take care of Madge; and if his father ever came, to say that she had loved him to the end, and she had prayed God to bless him and to take care of her children. Then she had died, and the neighbours told Raymond that he was motherless.

      THE DYING MOTHER.

      He recollected how the sun shone brightly on the day that she was buried, and that he and Madge stood by the grave crying, when she was put down in the cold earth; and that a man rode up to the paling of the quiet green churchyard, and threw the

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