Christie Johnstone

when a visitor arrived, and i

wi' him?" was th

u give h

at

asking questions?

nna answer them,"

ristie was much struck with this instance of royal affability; she read no further, but began to think, "Victoree! that's the queen hersel. A letter fra the queen to a painter lad! Picters will rise i' the mairket-it will be an order to

dee

eddy; it's vara gude o' me

fied, looked again, sunk int

" said

n the downward path,"

paint the young prence?

he victim. "It's a writ

Chair

nds six months ago of a fr

visitor at the door, whose departu

, but natural, drew her oyster-knife out

rrty work, and no gar me gie the puir lad th' action,

aid he; "don't you cry, de

ur vexation," and she

only for eighty. To be sure you can't sell them for two hundred penc

the artistic, or true view of matters, whi

s, with dirty beards, that knit their brows, and try to look murder; they never murder

there, lad, f

head-chains with genuine rust and ancient mouldering stones

k my hairt, laddy, ye'll no be easy till you break m

ed from the chaotic drawer a cambric handkerchi

she really wanted to; she contrived to make the grief

pt a lane o' the sill

d where could you

dred pund at London, but that I canna meddle. My feyther lent it the king or the queen, I dinna justly mind; she pays me the interest twice the year. Sac ye ken I could na be sae

and sacrifice my pictu

toree hersel'. It wad smell o' the musk, ye ken. Na, it's just a wheen blackguards at London

ing he could never succeed in making her understand, how, since i

im her protection, bade him b

id: "Chairles, here's an auld

onging to no one, had danced with him all the night, they had walked under the st

tch of her, which he gave her; and by and by he used to run down to

walk together, and then it came t

inverted, our artist used to work, an

eart, he used to smile and look, and

r gay, or sad, at will, and watch the effect of her art upon his countenance; and a very

e used to tell them like the other Newhaven people, with

fine speakers, she traveled over a great many notes in speaking; her low tones were gorgeously rich, her up

as he had acquired a name, for a name was wealth, he told her. And although Christie Johnstone did not let him see h

mprov

medical students, and

painting, suggested to him that smoking might, peradventur

ed from art to look into natur

e sky; but now, whatever she saw him try to imitate, she learned to examine. She was a woman, and admired sunset, etc., for this boy'

ffection had hitherto been admire

ed on purpose to inspect it

s. Gatty, the artist's mother, and she

ady Christie disco

rance took her s

kely than that she should

impossible; but our minds are so constituted-when we are guilty, we fear that others know what we know. Now Gatty wa

mother bade him stay quietly at home, and paint the cathedral and

but he had to borrow sixty pounds to do this; the condition of this loan was, that in six mont

had no money, ergo, his friend, a picture-dealer, who had found a

he matter, I hope,

." He brought her a

at my age, for nothing; you have

Is it Jac

an any Ja

because he does the same things as

le-a fishwife

od for nothing till I knew her; she has made me so good, mother; so st

n that sells fis

for princes! What am I that she wastes a thought or a ray of music on me? Heaven bless her. She reads our best authors, and never for

not even wear the

tume in these islands not b

Charles; at

r," said he

rt with her,

en the sun is hid, when the birds are silent, when difficulty looks a mountain and success a molehill? What is an artist without love? How is he to bear up against his disappointments from

ense," said the old la

often been quoted against him, and

, and she cannot bear your name; you must part some day, b

ld and time may cherish the features I have loved. I love her, mother," added he, with a tearful tenderness that ought to have reached a woman's heart; then flushing, trembling, and inspired, he burs

ieve any creature could be insensible t

sed, to let his e

ently and slowly, but emphati

l means ever since you were t

now, mother,

me, Ch

moth

rthly thing, to make you an immortal

moth

tle faults of youth, bef

for all the trouble I ever gave the bes

n, with the one hope gone that has kept her up in pov

dy, I

rles; you

have been alway

m this

me to obey you; but it is for you to th

ed his head on the table, and be

ll in a moment. It must be done kindly, but fi

; the weak lov

t with Christie Johnstone; but to pacify his mothe

and, when she is away, perhaps I shall find out that

half-promise for

tly sent to the i

will take it; I will not hurry you, but until it

rned

d news I have brought

eat artist to fight three hundred and si

us made gallant bursts into the air, and strong, hard sense

is a story-book, in which we are to command the incident

ch everything will happen just

a path through

a hard t

sweat and dust, when they

many places, and is m

o his existence or not. Mrs. G. scouted the idea. "He was to work, and he would soon forget her." Poor boy! he wanted to work; his debt weighed on him; a week's resolut

horse than Gatty will go by you, r

ta facies pin

mechanical dog's effo

; that side was recommended by his duty, filial

dings were eccentric, and that i

e ashamed of what h

sed, and all his spirit was fast leaving him, and then he felt inclined to l

hinking of him, but her single anxiety

s the natural protector of the male, an

protector. Besides, as she was twenty-one, and he only twenty-two, she felt the difference between herself, a

ount" in his cause, but shame closed them again; this woul

she had determined not to

e surprised, she he

ething that prevente

next day the wedding party were to spend

ioning her, invite him to this party, from w

her, who took for granted this was his sweetheart, whispered i

Carnie and Charles Gatt