Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-03-10

Win his mlnu more caImeu AM pcacciui
with new resolves. ~ .f
A few moments walking brought them
to the old house. OF course the apart.
ment was found in the same disor ierly
condition as he last lell it,
The-old man, after tugging up the
stairway. was quite exhausted, and sank
bacl; into the old arm chair. Very lew
persons mt bis time of life could have
been induced TO undertake the task ol
up such = stairway, unless
urged by something of The most exciting
Importance. Alter pull or two over his
fatigue, he exclaimed:
"In heA, en-, name why don't YOU find
an apartment where you can have stairs
to go up instead OF such an internal ar
as YOU haNe here ? 1t may be
we'll enough lur young limbs ike yours,
that have the nimbleness of he antelope.
hut as Tor man sixty eight, YOU might
rs we'll invite him 10 ascend the guiloIine
However. where is the picture that has
given you 20 much trouble aud di>ap
Come, let me SEQ it, and
perhaps | ca give you cncom agcmrnl
"Tncrc it is upon the llonr." So say
mg, the Uii-i took 1t up aud placed it
against ihr lower part of the easel.
The OIL mln'- attention WAS immedi
aiely arrested, aud alter lookin. at the
irture l,r few moments, he turncd to
he artist. and with look OF intense in
luiry, said:
"Can il be possible that a man of your
would treat so fine pruduc
lion la SO shameful a manner? Would
YOU destroy or even abuse that which.
perhaps, YOU cannot reproduce? 1t il the
finest effort | have ever seen from your
brush. ard is worthy ol an older artist
tlan yourself That hit of reflected light,
running mp the side ef the neck and
blending it> rold. blue shadows witi the
warm blood tinls. cannot be bcttered
The real and the human pcrvades th,
whole picture"
"Rrileclcd light why there is the iail
ure. o my friend, say not so. or shall
have cause to doubt your judgment.
And SO speaking, the artist turned and
walked away.
Sir, there is no excuse for your harsh
conduct The picture is fine in drawing
rich in color, ana the expression OF til,
tIce i admirable"
This extraordinary opinion ol the old
man WAS more than our artist could stand
md. aS II he desired to hear no more sal,
on the sui jcct. he took the picture from
it, place aud stood it. face in. to the wall
rd then walked away TO the window thai
overlooked the street, where, gazing
upon The passing crowd below, he tel
mortified at the old mans censure
However. he made no remark, for h,
kncw his friend Ia be man ol superior
Judgment. aud one well skilled in NJ
criticism.
The old soldier felt nt once the feelings
aud position Of the artist. lie also knew
how easily youth are discouraged. ant
how much peruasion is sometimes re
quircd To hold them to their purpose
he felt. too. that now was the time /,
impress 4 lesson that would make u last
M mark upon his young mind, and saw
ioi the a,t world one who. perhaps. a
sonle future day would stand IN equa
with the first masters oi the age.
Oar old friend followed him TO the win
dow, and Throwing glance over hi
shoulder into the street, beheld m ol,
Waterman with his caSk upon his bacI
vending water, rs was the habit OF tn
times. 4, soon rs he saw the waterman
tacc, be graNped the arts, by the arm
.xclaiming;
"By heaven. there is n subject Tor you
Send Tor him Out with your brushe
and 10 work Look at that silver bear,
and flowing hair in such rich elusler
about his sunburnt lace. Ha'loo, there
u say, Waterman llalloo!" Will
thus shouting al The top OF his voice. tn
boy who had sat the day before cam
running into the room. Oar poet, 500
as he entered, thrust some coppers int
his hand, and dispatched the boy wit
directions Immediately TO bring him, th
Waterman, to the studio. This was 500
accomplished. d SO strong was The in
ducement for our artist To 90 10 work
that. in very few moments more. hi
clayon was daShing over the canvas |
composition of group of the waterma
Offering drink to The beggar boy.
Soon the outline was finished. and tn
artist had commenced the colorine
Daring the progress of the work. the ol
soldier sat in the arm chair behind ih
artist. looking over II manuscript whlc
he had taken from the pocket OF his can
let CLOAK. bul would now and then throw
glance at the picture. Hour alter hou
passed away, until the cathedral cloc
struck the MONDAY time So deep wa
the interest oi the artist. that he observe
and noticed nothing else bat the work h
was at. He counted neither minutes no
hours. lie heard no striking OF In
clock; but. however little may be notice
the flight of time spent in intense appI
cation to subject. nevertheless, tn
physical and mental organism keeps