The Boy Artist

The Boy Artist. - A Tale for the Young

"The very thing I have been watching forthat warm, delicious glowthat 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 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[11] an image before him of a tender, sorrowful woman, who used to hold him in her arms,[12] 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. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 25478
Author: F. M. S.
Release Date: May 15, 2008
Format: eBook
Language: English