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…to blaze abroad the matter…
Chapter One page 8
Autumn Provides
Autumn Provides
She decided to draw a forbidden picture.
The art posted around the little cabin, gave the home a warm
and inviting feel. Autumn gazed at her work and knew that it was good. Her
favorite drawing was of her dad cutting wood in the back yard. She loved how
she captured his glistening muscles stretched upward to the striking sun as it
lit the forest showing all its wonders and beauty. The lake behind her father
glowed as the reflection of him revealed his powerful shirtless back. “I loved
it when daddy’s job was cutting wood for the town’s people.” When her father
decided two years ago to start working for Mr. Guston Wells as a tax collector
enforcer, all of the kids at the school house displayed their disdain for her
and her father. She hated seeing him unable to walk, but she was happy the
children no longer harassed her for the sins of her father.
Five months ago Mrs. Allister dropped by to see Autumn.
Autumn
was overjoyed when Mrs. Allister stopped by to bring fruits and vegetables from
her garden. Mrs. Allister, who was an art collector, spotted Autumns art and asked
if she could purchase three of the eleven portraits.
“Autumn
these portraits looks as if they came from heaven.” It would be divine if I
could purchase the garden, the storehouse, and of course of myself and humble
abode.”
Humble
abode “Why that abode is a few stones short of a castle! Autumn thought.
“Did you
hear me child? I asked what is your price?”
“Um…I don’t know, I,I,…”
“Hush
darling, you’re stumbling over yourself.” Would a bag of my gold suffice?”
Unable to
speak Autumn could only enthusiastically shake her head in the affirmative.
Mrs. Allister had her inferior to gather the portraits and put them in her gold
encrusted coach. (These types of transportation was only known to the people
who lived on the outskirts of Pau, France) Spotting the portrait of her father
fishing at the lake, Mrs Allister stated, “What price would you acquire from
me, for this one?”
Take
account of what you have already purchased,” was Autumn’s reply.
“Thank
you my child.” Off Mrs. Allister went, with her four portraits.
I am a
provider. Autumn thought to herself. I am a provider. She knew the bag of gold that Mrs. Allister paid
for her art would last a long time, at least for five more years, ten if she
was very prudent.
“Mother, I think I should start painting again to make more money,
but I have no idea what I should paint now.”
“Paint your town’s
history, Autumn.”
“What How do I obtain
that?”
The same way you
painted your mysterious young man, my child.”
“That was a stroke of
luck, mom, it just happened.”
“Nothing just happens, sweeting. Paint about the English
civil war that started in the 12th century and caused so much chaos
and carnage. Paint about how the English
commoners fled to the outskirts of Pau, France, and made a home for themselves.”
“You live in a town that is like no other.”
Autumn did just that and soon she and her family needed no
handouts from anyone, as Autumn was indeed a provider.
Chapter One The End Copyright 2016 (C)
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