The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-03-22

lure. Inc air was uenciOus, the vine
on the houses were all in bloom, and
swept blue sky glowed like great sal
phire over all, while down at the horizo
$50 much of horizon as one can see il
the city, lay couched little grayisl
white clouds, like quiet flock of SHEEP
Yet l hadn't word TO say about it al
when Greenwood, the landscape painter
joined me and said: "What gloriou
day, Burrows! Like Elem, isn't it?
"Ah!" said /.
swell, well! l suppose you figure
painters don't care SO much for natur,
see more beauty in mems and women
phizzes," and he walked on.
saw dog lying basking in the sun
on some steps. I'm like that" said
to myself, "like that poor, dumb crea
ture there. The sunlight and beauty
flood me and make me drunk with
them, and have no words to be crate.
full with. How this day would be in
the country, in a certain country l
know. where Molly makes the bright
center of the sunlight Yet should
be dumb there too"
The next morning woke to the dread
reality. AS put my key to my studio
door turned away my head that
might not see how the little sign $40
seph Burrows, Artist" sneered at me.
My sitter came most carefully upon
his hour. He found me mounted upon
a stool, measuring off the main proper.
tons on my canvas. He came in a
great light overcoat, and stood with one
side of it grandly thrown back, while
he rested upon stout stick he carried.
| was despairing and overwhelmed. l
was never meant to do the colossal.
There was no firing the man. He
stood without ceasing until two o'clock,
and then proposed that we should lunch
together and return to the work after
ward. He carried me off like lamb to
the slaughter. He made me eat raw
oysters and drink ale.
suggested that l never drank ale
"Do you good do you goodr' said
my sitter. "Just try it; best thing
for you. Oh Z! you must r and drank
the nasty stuff. and back we went to
the studio, where my invincible sitter
stood until it was dusk and l could see
no more.
Be here again tomorrow at ten,"
said he, buttoning up his coat, putting
on his hat, wrenching my hand until it
ached, and slamming my studio-door
until he made me jump.
was exhausted. just dropped my
unwashed brushes and my halffull
palette on the floor and myself on the
sofa, and there stayed until the next
morning, when went home to my
astonished landlady's to dress and |
breakfast, and came back to the studio
to find my sitter standing at the door,
his hands behind his back with his cane |
in them, while he was reading the OBJ
noxious sign on the door.
Holloa! holloa! Before you this |
he said, wrenching my hand
again.
We went in together. / picked up
my palette and brushes and put them |
one side, and got fresh palette and
brushes, and my sitter having already |
posed himself set to work again.
No rest until two o'clock, when he |
took out his watch and said, /" On time |
Tor lunch. Come alongr" and | went
Beginning to like ale, aren't your
"Not much"
"Oh! but you will soon. Do you
good! Take another glass! Oh you
must"
Back again to the studio, and my
sitter posed before l had regained the
breath ! had lost on the stairs. No rest
until it was dusk again. actually fell |
from my high stool and staggered up
against the wall.
Not tired ~ says my sitter, as if he
was the pattern of all the world. sob!
you'll be all rested tomorrow. Good
night. I'll be here tomorrow at the
same time"
He buttoned up his great coat, stuck
On his hat, tried to wrench my hand
but jumped nervously out of his way
slammed my door and was gone.
Twas trembling in every limb, my
mead splitting. | dropped my palette
and brushes on the floor, threw open
both windows and the skylipht, and
dropped upon the sofa.
| dreamt that I went out into the
country, through certain wicket-gate,
INTO garden, where / heard Molly's
voice among the roses, but when l got
70 where the voice came from she
wasn't there. dreamed that saw her
n sunny green field herding butter.
lies as if they were sheep. ran to
meet her, and it suddenly grew dark
md could not find her, and while |
sought for her there came up a great
woke, and the thunder was at my
own door, and the sunlight was pouring
n through my open windows. The
thunder at the door grew louder. /
Jumped up and letin my invincible sitter.
He stared at seeing me SO tumbled
md disheveled, but made no remark
but to wish me loud "Good morn.
ngW and posed at once,