Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-05-19

you spoke. That s pretty wall paper you
have "a morning glory vine isn't it?"
Eyes" answered Gertie; ''and don't you
think its very graceful? 1 was struck with
the pattern in the store, and chose it out Of
all the rest. always did like morning glo-
| ries. -
''But they fade quick, said Frank, taking
two or three restless turns, and then coming
back to the 6reside.
''Oh, Dick" exclaimed Gertie, with one
of her coaxing smiles. Speaking of pic
lures just reminds me of something. You
havn't much to do to-morrow-you know
you haven't, and why won't you take me
around to the different picture galleries
You promised me the first leisure day, and
haven't seen Bierstadt's new painting yet.
nor the other one that everybody is talking
about.
demurred little, thinking of some pos
sible business emergencies.
Il am sure day out will do you good, :"
said Gertie, getting in earnest. Seeing
beautiful things improves people, and | am
sure we ought to want to be improved.
She said this with philosophic air that
overcame ME, and [ consented, in my heart
willingly enough, to go art-hunting the next
day, always providing that the sun shone |
asked Frank Esterhazy if he wouldn't join
Us, and Gertie seconded the invitation.
Il don't know much about pictures, he
said, smiling at her, but day with such
friends will be pleasure in itself. l have
business trips tc make in two or three direc-
tions, to prosecute some inquiries, but Fri
day is an unlucky day to start on a journey,
they say; so | will stop over twenty four
hours, and go sightseeing with you l don t
know but that l am beginning to be supersti-
tious."
Il don't see hy Friday should be un-
lucky" said Gertie lightly. ''It is really
Venus day, you know-the day of love-
So the next day at ten o'clock, Esterhazy
dropped into my Office, and few moments
after, Gertie put in an appearance. looking
like sweet little daisy. | took my daisy on
my arm and away we went, the three of US.
a few blocks off lay the building occupied
by the School of design, and l remembered
that visitors were free to enter at this hour.
| mentioned it to Gertie.
Then lets go in there first, she exclaim-
ed enthusiastically, land we shall see all
their original drawings They make some
of the most exquisite designs you ever saw,
people tell me, and there are some young
fhar hn hau a fnlt toIa
Anything to kill time" said Esterhazy,
so in we went.
There were not many of the art students
present that day, and of those who we're,
very few seemed to notice US. We walked
quietly behind some of the desks, glancing
over shoulders at the exquisite creations
growing beneath busy fingers. Then one of
the teachers gave us the privilege of looking
at the portfolios of finished designs. That
was really a treat. There were stately Co
rinthian capitals, with the noble acanthus,
friezes, and designs for church windows;
thore were copies of antiques, studies of
still lite, lovely fancies for vases and for sill
yer, and finally we came to what was really
the most practical folio, containing an I'M
mense number of designs for carpets and for
wall paper.
These" explained the teacher, 'are done
by such young Ladies as wish to earn money
at once for their work. Copies of the best
are frequently taken by manufacturers, who
pay literally
We turned them over with some interest
for here, as Gertie, who had been reading
speech on political economy, remarked,
women took the rank of producers. instead
of mere consumers. Esterhazy politely ex
amined them with us.
"Why, Dick - suddenly exclaimed Gertie,
arresting the turning leaf, '.just look here
is the very original of our morning glory
wall paper And see how beautifully it is
done every touch of the crayon was inspi-
ration.
Yes" remarked the teacher; that is
quite favorite pattern, the manufacturer
tells me. 1t was done two years ago by
poor young girl who had but recently enter
ed the school. She has executed some very
fine things since then.
"Where is she o. asked Esterhazy in an
unsteady voice, and as glanced at him in
surprise. saw that his eyes were luminous
with feeling.
''The girl, Eleanor Holt? 1t is not her
hour yet she comes at eleven replied the
teacher
II knew her once; 1 should like to see
her," said Frank, whose bronzed face was
fairly growing pale with excitement.
Certainly sill" said the obliging teacher;
''yonder is our reception room. Ii you will
take seats there, will speak to Miss Holt
when she comes
Gertie and followed Frank to the recep-
tion room in mute amazement, but Gertie' S
womanly instincts were on the alert, and she
gave me a meaning, triumphant glance as we
took our seats Frank, evidently in the ut
most suspense, took out his watch; the hand
pointed to eleven.
Il am afraid we are in the way" whis-
pered Gertie in my ear.
A moment more and there entered young
lady-a young lady with sweet, shy face,
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