New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-01-09

traiture, he might naturally seek to max
the most Of q rather fantastic subject, ant
surprise by ono piquant masterpiece tn
suffrages Of the academy. But have oftel
heard him disparage that partinlar provinc
| of his art, and am, therefore, at loss t.
| explain his present feverish and uEsatisfiet
| behavior. Two or three weeks slipped away
and still he was dawdling and tiddling wit!
the canvas. Was it poor Ruth's pensiv
| shadow which thwarted and Obscured hi
work, or was there something in the fac
| he pOred over which drew the cunning
| from his hand!
WHY should Squire Allen, who regarded
art much as Bob regarded top dressing, sc
| lect this moment to visit the studio ant
yentilata his unvarnished heter0dOx opin
| ions To be sure he was always lOiterini
! about the house and consulting with Ruti
Lyon, but matters Of moment eDgrOsset
| these discussions, and it was rather tard!
politeness that prompted him to ask VIVA
Bob was doing.
| The squire's attitude as he surveyed tn
| atelier. whittier Ruth conducted him, wa
| very atfable and friendly, and the discourse
! he pronounced on the occasion abOunded il
fresh, fruitful suggestions, which Bob in ;
| normal frame of mind would have devouret
| with infinite gusto.
"Them pictures O. scenery" he remarked
| in the course Of his review, ''air good ant
varble. They amt no kind O. use to me
! but city folks that live coOped up in then
keep a gardin. they kin hire chap to pain
suthin' green and country like, which il
hulsome to the mind. Amt that the ldeeF
Robin thought perhaps it was.
"As for them palaces" pursued the
SQUIRE pointing to street scene in Fer
rara, land marble meetin houses. set my
foot agin 'em as savOrin' O the pomps and
superstitions O. the Old World. They all
the high places of idolatry and the sink o
"Crumble." said Bob, Indignantly. Can't
you see the beauty of them as mere modest
As modele, p'raps," allowed the critic
for State house or Bosom postOtfice they
kin be used. But that ere thing he con
tinued, swapping finger at Miss Tyrrells
picture, you kin say nuthin' for! There
amt no sense in it"
What do you means" cried Robin red.
denng.
why, they was fust rate" the squire
explained, .'in the old times, and with
money. too. I've got one O them likenesses
to home that cost sight'-he referred to
his sire's presentment, executed by Luke
Slipgbrusb. local artist of some fame
but who's going to pay, nowadays, for all
them paints and varnishes when you can
buy q photograph for q dollar You al,
smart. Robert, l kin see that; but you can't
beat the SUD, nOhOw"
The suns an ass,' shouted Robin. pro
voked beyOng endurance. The sun would
make Shakespeare look blockhead, staring
and gaeplng at that big bulls eye. Good
LORD! man, do your features say anything
And the expression of your face, too. at a
civ hot 10 hnf ha ~ H. If
one moods single letter in the alphabet
of characterl They re well fitted for FOOLS
your pl OtOgraphs! But the pregnant face,
the sOletul face. demands painter to probe
and ponder il, until he has spelled out its
last secret and printed it there on the can
vas for the world to read. Talk of photo
graphs for face like that And the ex-
cited artist flung q cloth over the insulted
portrait.
am not going to revile Robin for that
ranting, incorporate speech, for he was
presently heartily ashamed of it. Ruth on
her part could not have looked more con-
and speedily invented an excuse to draw
the squire away.
That's no business for me-" the equire
observed, when the two had retreated to q
less fervid atmosphere. II guess it pays,
though. when you get the knack of it. I'll
tell ye,' he added, what Robsrt ought TO
do; jest hurry up. paint of dozen o them
pictura, stock the old farm complete, and
settle GOWN"
Il don't know" Ruth said, in her heart
much impressed with the idea: .'you might
talk to him-but I'm afraid he cont like
farming"
"you don't mean to say" shouted the
Disguised squire. that ned 60 on paintin'
arter he'd made his tortinl Darned if he
amt takin' right arter his father and he
was crazy as a LOOM
You mustn't say things against my IN.
Gle, - said loyal Ruth, and the squire looked
contrite, and then she cOntided to him the
projected removal to New York.
The grief which shook her friend at this
announcement was unquestiOnably sincere.
80 Jericho the epuire groaned. that
beats the Dutch. Who's goin' to post me
about them new-faDgled tools, and study
the sile and lot out the crops ACCORDING
There amt nobody reads them papers and
gifts the meat of m, Ruth, like you. And
the winter evenin's. Ruth-wiatll do IN
the winter evenin's!'
You must get married. said Ruth,
archly.
"P'raps l will" he returned, gloomily;
IL guess I'm young enough" And indeed
he wac and some athletes of twenty might
envy his stalwart frame and ruddy checks.
You wasn't thinkin' yourself" he went on
with curious hesitation in his tOne-"l
mean, you wasn't gold to get married right
away. was you! Next month-ain't that
kind O. student HOwsomever, wish the boy
we'll, and you, too Ruth-from my heart,
do" And tho worthy fellow meant what
he said, but after all that he looked de-
jected.
s.Itll be kind O. lively. next month, in
Conway" the squire continued, with fine
of cheerfulness, what with
weddin's, campmeetin's. fonrth O July, and
city folks thick as bees! I'll have q house
ful myself l expect. Bill Cutler, up at the
Notch House, can't take no more, and wants
to send string of 'em down here. l guess
I'll have to accommodate EN-"
From Bostons" Ruth presumed.
Wal, no-they amt Boston folks," the
squire thought. "Telrell-Tyrrell. Sounds
more like York name,' and then he babe
When they happen to possess cottage on
the cliff, the most inveterate nomads might
subdue. think, their goviDg propensities,
and consent to sojourn-say three months
a summons to Mr.. Tyrrell's bank, and my
abrupt nominations to the command of an
corps. "Clara's not WE'LL"
was informed; finds Newport much too hot.
Your aunt proposes the White mountains,
and wants you to take them there"
This intelligence distressed me . good
deal; but l own that, coming from the hot
pavements of smoky town, discovered
all sorts of tonic virtues in the breezes of
Narragansett bay, and eyed Miss Clara's
lassitude with wonder, until my aunt re-
minded me how different, after all, the eli
mate was to that of Scarborough or Trou
ville-which, no doubt, explained the phe-
nomenOn.
We we've already familiar with the Fran
coma region, and, being minded to try the
Conway side, were not disposed to quarrel