American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1879-02-01
OF COURSE:

"Gwendoleni" from Mrs. Olivis
Glenmoreland's sanctum.
"Jessiei" from Mr.. Gerald Glen.
moreland's studio.
eyes, ma'am-yes, SIR" from the
pretty little maid coming up the stairs
She stops q moment when she reaches
the landing, as though considering
which summons to answer first, and as
she pauses, handsome young man
leans over the baluster and looks down
upon her, and as he looks he thinks
that never gazed he upon prettier pic
ture.
A slight, graceful young girl, with
serious dark eyes, delicately cut features,
clear pale face, and light wavy brown
hair, showing little specks of gold as
the sunlight falls through the hall win
dow upon it, parted simply ON the low
broad brow and ripping away behind
the lovely ears until lost in the heavy
Grecian coil at the back of the small
round head, in a closely clinging dress
of some soft dark material, with a knot
of garnet ribbon at the throat, and
sister knot on each lace-trimmed pocket
of the dainty white apron.
"Oh! 1 say, Browneyes," he calls
out, cheerily, as the girl, becoming con-
scious of his presence, looks up with
smile, twill you pose for meP'
"As soon as l can, Mr.. Denys," she
replies, in q voice softer and sweeter,
but as frank and CHEEKY as his own.
"Your father and mother have both
called me. must attend to them first"
And as the handsome head is with
drawn, she enters the room on the right,
which one can see at glance is the den
of sculptor. and a sculptor who,
if it be true that "good order is
the foundation of all good things"
can never hope to attain any
wondrous height in his profession.
Unfinished statuettes and busts, dilapi-
dated arms, legs, and torsos in clay,
plaster, and marble, are standing and
lying about in the greatest confusion.
Over Shakespeare's dome-like forehead
droops PREDETERMINED hat; from the
throat of dancing faun stream the
long ends of silken neck-tie; and a
flower girl offers with her flowers pair
of crumpled kid gloves and a soiled
collar. The sculptor himself-an odd
looking man with wildish black eyes,
and q massive head covered with a
tangled mass of the darkest curls, gray
thread cleaning here and there-attired
in blouse, the back of which alone |
gives hint Of its original color, is re-
garding with critical gaze half-model-
ed bust on the table before him, which |
in turn regards him with the blank stare
peculiar to its kind.
"Ah! there are you," he says, ap-
provingly, as Jessie comes quietly in.
at is well. want your nose, my child.
IT'S just the nose for Elaine. Couldn't
find a better If searched the wide world |
DER. Stand over there by Hercules
that's dear-and look at Mephistophe-
les" And he commences to sing in a
strong if not altogether musical voice
the "Gold Song" from Faust, as the
voice from the opposite room calls again,
So Gwendolen!"
Ooh you oPoiC my hooc u lItle
while, sir?" asks the model, still look
lug steadily at the grinning tempter in
the corner, but with a CLEAN of mischief
in her bonnie brown eyes. "Mrs.
is calling"
"Oh! ali, yes. OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
ing away elbow long have you been
"For two weeks past, sir. Ever
since my mistress began 'The Princess
and the Dairy-Maid.' May go, sirP'
still, best OF models, with her eyes fixed
on the fiend.
"You may; but come back soon; for
kings may die and emperors lose their
crowns, but Art is deathless, and for
ever reigns."
"Yes, SIR" assents Jessie, demurely,
and trips away.
Mrs. Glenmoreland, sitting before
her desk, on which is piled many sheets
If paper covered with eye-exasperating