New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-05-15

prodigiOus TO be sHen, Win every n""'i"
ment, telephones, elevators. baths gas eiec"iCai
buttons and what not, and patent bruers III 'no
kitchen and patent brcr on the hagstaii, ana 'ne
ro,,o of u IN these mountains is the Polycarp
House because he briled well.
LEGEND OF THE ARTISTIC.
Sitting down at the Glove with twenty boardlhS-
bonscs dumped together heard a legend OF the
beautiful encouraging 10 oar species.
saluda formerly Sallyl ono of tho Esthctics. who
taught in the public schools came into these noun
tains to finish her picture, and applied herself to IL
TO the loss of everything but her meals. Ii had no
subject. being. as she explained an idea. There
seemed TO be large flower somewhere about inc
middle a monogram grazing on said Hover d SNS
and pond and vague everything ana ol oou''o,
the effect was profound. She called 1t Moou' al"
heipg = mood of course it altered with her feelings
and was painted in and out. and was lovely II sue
could have reasonably understood IT. AS sauna si'n
she would have taken no JOY in it, but II being III
comprehensible like the bcdclothcs around your "o
in tho misty, dreamy Illusion OF first waxing up
especally after beer, there was then fearful aw-
fulness in it, like criticism, which Saluda nourisho"
Often in the night she arose, haunted 10y the pur-
pose of the great picture and turned 1t to the moon
and gazed into it with that indehniteness ana mex
prcssibleness with which Young iathcr lo'HS ''
his own baby and feels foolish.
think have made it clear what kind of noble
woman Saluda was. II there should be i'uth'l
curiosity on the subject, recommend one oi my ar'
bouqnets as a great stimulant to q correct undeI-
standing of this class Of themes. Prces whouy
matter of generosity; no catalogues
solnda was unloved. like her picture. A great
mysterious purpose in art is generally emhoSon'u
bv vestal. even as late as the age of thirty-hve'
Once the vision Of a young man sailing ny WIN q
pipe in his mouth and an open countehahce' n'u
nossesscd n certain charm for Saluda but they
were all such a practical set, these young men,
only .bent on making money and being surrounded
with creature comforts. that the neglected dahi5'
waiting sufficient number OF years 10 see Il ,io''
WAS any proposal in them, withdrew INT" hcr Ioa
heard Wagner's music, strengthened her TEA ana III
dulccd n vision. 1t was to promote the ART ldea ny
fastening into canvass floating mood as II o soap
hubble had been anchored in stream anu eNploueu
tbcrc vet had left its hues evanescentlv. sometimes
there sometimes not there but felt whether 'lcIo
or NOT and 80 forever or otherwise always provided
that if some actual meaning should develop III 'he
work il must be sternly painted out, because OF an
things in art purpose is the most miseadng ana
dosnicable To this conception Saluda bent her-
Golf at seven dollars week board among the 'alS
kills and turned neither 20 the right nor the ei'
but looked straight on at what she hoped mg"'
meyer he a realization but always mystic occupa-
ton and an aesthetic balm.
IL IL now time in the story 20 introduce tue uH-
ayoidable young man.
He apnearcd at a knot hole in the room above
,ooLinc into Saludas room to sec what kept her
there so steadily He q suit Of summer clothes
cpt-in the Bowcry, and giving him plenty OF iccway
to stoop low and put his eyo TO the orihce mus 90
carnenters in the Catskills, running up summer
house too rapidly. often leave the mystic
windows amidst the hard knots of life. through
which the wandering pollen OF men blows upon the
petals of art.
The Young man playing q naughty bopcop 50"
Saluda's picture the easel and u doubled hlh "p
like cholera morbus. What was IT hoN
Whereof Did you cvcri She did not feel h's Dream
SD Close TO her-hardly two feet above hcr-though
a flavor of fine cut tobacco did sometimes P'rmeate
the room. giving it for a moment comfortable do
mesticity ahe should have rcpclled but did not lie
wore ont his best eye trying to fathOm that picture
lint il banled him. Then he resolved 10 sacrifice
the remaining eye 10 nothing less than the lovely
| artist.
Was Salnda beautiful This question, 70 neccs-
sary TO every story. must be firmly met She "a'
beautiful particularly in tie Catskiils and IN her
studio. There, surrounded with the sanctity OF
paint and devotion, hidden away IN white pine
room. dressed ncgligcnty aud unconscious of the
slightest observation she had none of the dsadVah-
tages of conventionality and never occupied iaiso
| nostion the cause of all the woes OF this world.
| If q little meagrc her arms were white. II she
souinted little II was natural 10 tho picture whose
central idea kept moving about like flee IN
blanket aud no pair Of straight eyes could keep the
run of it, She had plenty of hair which the Scrip
turcs saw is the glory Of woman and II nearly fell
| 70 the floor and the color thereof was golden red
precisely the color art has again become cnamored
If the color that old Titan painted at seventy
beholding it from the ashes Of his gray crown and
A. Il IA
sThc lodgcr on the floor above silently remarked :;
q red-hcadcd woman, nogitge, and a genius, by
Jovew
Was the Young man thrilling' Ali there Is a
| leading qucstion. Take sniff Of my art noscgay
and prepare to heart lie was, indeed daisy
| Supcrfcially regarded rs he knct with ms eye NJ
the knot hole he appeared To consist OF an enormous
black mousache which swept the floor and Of the
soles of his boots. which lac ought 10 have been
bastnadoed for his impcrtnence. But when TIC
sometimes arose and busted his knee and grazed the
ceiling with his head Of hair you perceived person
of n niercing eve and a with chisel nostril,
and a chin lac loved to shave himself, so fierce did
tbe sound of its hrsute resistance ring against the
| dark blue steel He wore a suit OF cross barred
ncnncrand snuff giving Ia his lion soul the look ol
| strength that cages give 10 beasts. lie caHleu d
comb in the top of his cane to comb ms magnificent
| moustache out and had Saulda been as mean AZ
this son of Coventry she might have often seen him
crouchcd behind mighty rock in tie CatskhlS'
like an Italian brigand, combing his mousiache ont
and aomiring it, His name was franchecsi nor
merly Frank Jones' and he was beloved
Yes with the deepest of the import Of those
words assert that Francheed was beloved. and
by Saluda! He sat opposite her at dinner, eating
boiled pork and homc-churncd butter, and she saw
the grand sweep of his mOustachc like cloud
throwing its shadow down the mountains profile at
morning. and heard the awful basso Of his voice
asking for buttermk three times. and she believed