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What recruit can afterwards remember which argument of the skilful sergeant did most to melt his discretion into valor The sun had not dried the dew from the wolds, and the sails of the are face masks windmill hung idle in the morning air, when George Sannel made his first march to the drums and fifes, with ribbons flying from his hat, a recruit of the 206th Royal Wiltshire Regiment of Foot. As the Cheap Jack and his wife hastened home from the mop, Sal had some difficulty in restraining her husband s impatience to examine the pocket book as they walked along. Prudence prevailed, however, and it was not opened till they were at home and alone. In notes and money, George s savings amounted to 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask more than thirteen pounds. Pretty well, my dear, said the Cheap Jack, grinning hideously. And now for the letter. Read it aloud, Sal, my dear you re a better scholar than me. Sal opened the thin, well worn sheet, and read the word Moerdyk, but then she paused. And, like Abel, she paused so long that the hunchback pressed impatiently to look over her shoulder. But the letter was written in a foreign language, and the Cheap Jack and his wife were no wiser for it than the miller s man. CHAPTER XVIII. MIDSUMMER HOLIDAYS. CHILD FANCIES. JAN AND THE PIG MINDER. MASTER SALTER AT HOME. JAN HIRES HIMSELF OUT. Midsummer came, and the Dame s school broke up for the holidays. Jan had longed for them intensely. Not that he was oppressed by the labors of learning, but that he wanted to be out of doors. Many a little one was equally eager for the freedom of the fields, but the common child love for hedges and ditches, and flower picking, and the like, was intensified in Jan by a deeper pleasure which country scenes awoke from the artist nature within him. That it is no empty sentimentality to speak of an artist nature in a child, let the child memories of all artists bear witness That they inspired the poet Wordsworth with one of his best poems, and that they have dyed the canvas of most landscape painters with the indestructible local coloring of th.me paint it in your place, I ll do it for ee for nothin. The innkeeper was not insensible to this consideration, but his chief wish was to spite Master Linseed. He lost no time in making ready, and for the rest of the week 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask Jan lived between the tallet or hay loft of the inn and the wood where he had first studied trees. Master Chuter provided him with sheets of thick whitey brown paper, on which he made water color studies, from which he painted afterwards. By his desire no one was admitted to the tallet, though Master Chuter s delight increased with the progress of the picture till the secret was agony to him. Towards the end of the week they were disturbed by a scuffling on the tallet stairs, and Rufus bounced in, followed at a slower pace by the schoolmaster, crying, Unearthed at last Come in, come in That s right shouted Master Chuter. Let Master Swift look, Jan. He be a scholar, and ll tell us all about un. But Jan shrank into the shadow. The schoolmaster stood in the light of the open shutter, towards which the painting was sloped, and Rufus sat by him on his haunches, and blinked with all the gravity of a critic and in the half light between them and the stairs stood the fat little innkeeper, with his hands on his knees, crying, There, Master Swift Did ee ever see any thing to beat that Artis or ammytoor Jan s very blood seemed to stand still. As Master Swift put on his spectacles, each fault in the painting sprang to the 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask front and mocked him. It was indeed a wretched daub But Jan had been studying the scene under every lovely light of heaven from dawn to dusk for a week of summer days Master Swift carried no such severe test in his brain. As he raised his head, the tears were in his eyes, and he held out his hand, saying, My lad, it s just the spirit of the woods. But d ye not think a figure or so would enliven it he continued. One of Robin Hood s foresters chasing the flying roe Foresters To be sure said Master Chuter. What did I say Have the schoolmaster in, says I. He be a scholar, and knows what s what. Put em in, Jan, put em in there s plenty of room. What Jan had already suffered from the innkeeper s suggestions, only an artist can imagine, and his imagination will need no help I d be main glad to get a bit of red in there, said Jan, in a low voice, to Master Swift but Robin Hood must be in green, sir, mustn t he There s Will Scarlet. Put Will in, said Master Swift, who, pleased to be appealed to, threw himself warmly into the matter. He can have just drawn his bow at a deer out of sight. And with a 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask charming simplicity the old schoolmaster flung his burly figure into an appropriate attitude. Stand so a minute cried Jan, and seizing a what do n95 and p95 mean lump of charcoal, with which he had made his outlines, he rapidly s.
ng, You must learn to paint cattle, if you mean to make any thing of Dutch scenery. And also, where the earth gives so little variety, one must study the sky. We have no mountains, but we have clouds. It was in the orchard, under the apple tree, across the sketch book, that they had plighted their troth ten years ago. They were married. Had he ever denied himself a single gratification, because it would add another knot to the tangle of his career He had pacified creditors by incurring fresh debts, and had evaded catastrophes by involving himself in new complications all his life. His marriage was accomplished at the expense of a train of falsehoods, but his father in law was an unworldly old man, not difficult to deceive. He spent most of the next ten months in Holland, and, apart from his anxieties, it was the purest, happiest time he had ever known. Then his father recalled him peremptorily to England. When Mr. Ford s client obeyed his father s summons, the climax of his difficulties seemed at hand. The old man was anxious for a reconciliation, but resolved that his son should settle in life and he had found a wife for him, the daughter of a cheap surgical masks Scotch nobleman, young, handsome, and with a good fortune. He gave him a fortnight for consideration. If he complied, the old man promised to pay his debts, to make him a liberal allowance, and to be in every way indulgent. If he thwarted his plans, he threatened to allow him nothing during his lifetime, and to leave him nothing that he could avoid bequeathing at his death. It was at this juncture that Jan s mother followed her husband to England. Her anxieties were not silenced by excuses which satisfied her father. The crisis could hardly have been worse. Mr. Ford s client felt that confession was now inevitable and that he could confess more easily by letter when he reached London. But before the letter was written, his wife died. Weak men, harassed by personal anxieties, become hard in proportion to their selfish fears. It is like the cruelty that comes of terror. He had loved his wife but he was terribly pressed, and there came a sense of relief even 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask with the bitterness of the knowledge that he was free. He took the body to Holland, to be buried under the shadow of the little wooden 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask church where they were married and to the desolate old father he promised to bring his grandson Jan. But just after the death of an old nurse, in whose 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask care he had placed his child, another crisis came to Mr. Ford s client. On the same day he got letters from his father and from his father in law. From the first, to press his instant return home from the second, to say that, if he could not at once bring Jan, the old man would make the effort of a voyage to England to fetch him. Jan s father.times sorely taxed the resources of the tradesman to provide for, though his business was good and his wife careful. They scrambled up, however, as children are wont to do in such circumstances and at the time our story opens the youngest had turned his back upon babyhood, and Marie, the eldest, had reached that pinnacle of childish ambition she was grown up. A very good Marie she was, and always had been from the days when she ran to school with a little knapsack on her back, and her fair hair hanging down in two long plaits, to the present time, when she tenderly fastened that same knapsack on to the shoulders of a younger sister and when the plaits had for long been reclaimed from their vagrant freedom, and coiled close to her head. 70 Our Marie is not clever, said one of the children, who flattered himself that he was a bit of a genius our Marie is not clever, but also she is never wrong. It is with this same genius that our story has chiefly to do. Friedrich was a child of unusual talent a fact which, happily for himself, was not discovered till he was more than twelve years old. He learnt to read very quickly and when he was once able, read every book on which he could lay his hands, and in his father s house the number was not great. When Marie was a child, the school was kept by a certain old man, very gentle and learned in his quiet way. He had been fond of his fair haired pupil, and when she was no longer a scholar, had passed many an odd hour in imparting to her a slight knowledge of Latin, and of the great Linn us system of botany. He was now dead, and his place filled by a less sympathizing pedagogue and Friedrich listened with envious ears to his more fortunate sister s stories of her friend and master. So he taught you Latin that great language 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask And botany which is a science the child would exclaim with envious admiration, when he had heard for the thousandth time every particular of the old schoolmaster s kindness. 71 And Marie would answer calmly, as she refooted one of the father s stockings, We did a good deal of the grammar, which I fear I have forgotten, and I learnt by heart a few of the Psalms in Latin, which I remember well. Also we commenced the system of Mr. Linn us, but I was very stupid, and ever preferred those plates which pictured the flower itself to those which gave the torn pieces, and which he thought most valuable. But, above all, he taught me to be good and though I have forgotten many of his lessons, there are words and advice of his which I heeded little then, but which come back and teach me now. Father once heard the Burgomaster say he was a genius, but I know that he was good, and that is best of all with which, having turned the heel of her stocking, Marie would put it out.as also obliged to reduce his outlines and condense his effects to a very small scale to economize paper. About this time he heard that Master Chuter was going to have a new sign painted surgeon with mask for the inn. Master Linseed was to paint it. Master Linseed s shop had been a place of resort for Jan in some of his leisure time. At first the 3m 6200 cartridge half face mask painter and decorator had been churlish enough to him, but, finding that Jan was skilful with a brush, he employed him again and again to do his work, for which he received instead of giving thanks. Jan went there less after he got a paint box, and could produce effects with good materials of his own, instead of making imperfect experiments in color on bits of wood in the painter s shop. But in this matter of the new sign board he took the deepest interest. He had a design of his own for it, which he was most anxious the painter should adopt. Look ee, Master Linseed, said he. It be the Heart of Oak. Now I know a oak tree with a big trunk and two arms. They stretches out one on each side, and the little branches closes in above till tis just like a heart. Twould be beautiful, Master Linseed, and I could bring ee leaves of the oak so that ee could match the yellows and greens. And then there d be trees beyond and beyond, smaller and smaller, and all like a blue mist between them, thee know. That blue in the paper ee ve got would just do, and with more white to it twould be beautiful for the sky. And And who s to do all that for a few shillings broke in the painter, testily. And Master Chuter wants it done and hung up for the Foresters dinner. Since the pressing nature of the commission was Master Linseed s excuse for not adopting his idea for the sign, it seemed strange to Jan that he did not set about it in some fashion. But he delayed and delayed, till Master Chuter was goaded to repeat the old rumor that real sign painting was beyond his powers. It was within a week of the dinner that the little innkeeper burst indignantly into the painter s shop. Master Linseed was ill in bed, and the sign board lay untouched in a corner. It be a kind of fever that s on him, said his wife. It be a kind of fiddlestick said the enraged Master Chuter and turning round his eye fell on Jan, who was looking as disconsolate as himself. Day after day had he come in hopes of seeing Master Linseed at work, and now it seemed indefinitely postponed. But the innkeeper s face brightened, and, seizing Jan by the shoulder, he dragged him from the shop. Look ee here, Jan Lake, said he. Do ee thenk thee could paint the sign I dunno what I d give ee if ee could, if twere only to spite that humbugging old hudmedud yonder. Jan felt as if his brain were on fire. If ee ll get me the things, Master Chuter, he gasped, and ll let.
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