The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1878-08-16
Selsrf Story.
A PHARMACY JAR.

EWnere did you ind this JugF IN
quired Mr. Culworthy. with the sudden
animation of tone which betrays the
amateur collector.
"Ah. you have discovered my treas.
ure," said the artist. -.-.- 81,
A treasure indeed Mr. Culworlhy had
poked his inquisitive nose into a corner
Of the room, where stood packing case
half open, and the glistening luster OF
rich colors had attracted his eye. With
out much ceremony he had taken from
the packing case the object of his inter-
est. which the artist owner had pro-
no need his treasure b.:
1t was fat little jug, about a hand
high, with the most impertinent green
handle imaginable on one side, like an
instructive and selfsatisfed elbow. The
ground tint was Of deep blue, with
scroll patterns of elaborate design in
white and yellow oyer the whole sur,
face, and framing the cable beneath the
handle in large letters-T DI CARABE
"It is the majolics of Carvaggiola, you
know" persued the artist, carelessly. 4
%oh yes, picked it up in Italy last
winter.
Undoubtedly it is one of the pharmacy
jars of the Medicean period. Let us
hope Cosimo did not use it in his labra-
tory of the Ufzzi, however, as we might
be poisoned by even looking at it now.
There never was such jolly and at
tractive little jug as thisone. Itactually
seemed to respond intelligentIy to the
manifest interest of Mr. Culworthy as he
held it in his hands, to wink and mock
at the worthy gentleman, as who should
say, "Don't you wish l belonged 10
yourself, for example?" Mr. Culworthy
was fascinated, spell-bound, transported;
the collectors fever burned afresh in his
veins.
where did you say you found this
j,r?' be asked.
1T is the majoiica of Carvaggiola," re-
turned the artist, somewhat dryly.
"Would you part with it?"
"No. / can afford to keep it."
The artist was rearranging his sketch
es in mis- portfolio-all those glimpses of
Como, the Venetian bridges and hay
boats, Amalf, Sorrento, a Roman arch, a
Tuscan sunset, which represented a year
of study and toll. Mr. Culworthy had
lavished no praise on the pictures such
as he had bestowed on a jug.
Possible professional pride had some
thing to do with the curtness of this de-
nial. Besides, the artist did wish to re-
tain his quaint prize. Mr. Culworthy
replaced the jar, and soon quilted the
studio, which was the artists room in a
hotel at Geneva.
Once outside, he smiled complacently.
These artist fellows are usually in need
of ready money. He intended to buy
that fine specimen Of majolica before
quitting Geneva Had he not already
made friends with the little jug?
He would wait, and not appear toe
anxious to secure the prize. Mr. Cul.
worthy was rich, well educated and
reputed in America eccentric, chiefly
from reslessness which made him g
wanderer on the face of the earth. His
sisters, the three Misses Culworthy, dweli
in the old house at home in their native
village among the hills of New England
with the brick factory opposite, from
whence emanated print goods, founded
by their father The family mansion
was already stored with the results Of
Mr. Culworthys travels, CLEANED from
Turkish bazars and Italian brio Jrat
lshops, not TO mention old pictures and
tbooks all of which he intended to bestow
ion the town library and museum when
he returned home and settled down. In
the meanwhile his exploits were The
theme of village gossip. He contributed
poetry and prose to the county news
paper; the Misses Culworthy read aloud
his letters from the Nile, or China, on
Lapland, to the neighbors who marveled
more at the probable amount of money
expended in Oriental weapons, antique
brass and bronze ornaments, dishes from
Urbino, than admired @such old trash, y
as these purchases were irreverently
termed subsequently in confidential
taik over the fence on washing day.
MIR culworthy, emerging from the