The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-01-24
Taxing tha Editors.

heavy masses over his shoulders, and
very broad slouched hat crowned hi-
large head a dark green cloak cam
almost to his heels, and he carried M
der one arm large portfolio, camp
stool aud folded easel. lie entered
the editorial rooms with confident
stride, opened his camp-stool and pro.
cceded to rig his easel in front Of il
Then he pulled out large piece of
drawing-paper from his portfolio, and
Shaping it on the easel, seated himself
before it and commenced leisurely
sharpening q stick of charcoal,
Whom do you wish to seeP" asked
the Office boy, approaching the pictur.
esqne object cautiously, and keeping his
hand within reach of an inkstand.
"Everybody! calculated the visitor
tlourishing his charcoal gracefully in the
air and smiling pre-Raphaelite smile
upon the suspicious boy, I'm the
lightning portrait artist and | wish to
show the distinguished members OF the
Eagle staff how do it. Only take live
minutes to a sitting. Just let the gentle.
men know I'm here, please and he
threw his hat carelessly upon the floor
at his side.
whats up?' asked the dramatic
editor, coming to the door of his room.
"As YOU are" cried the artist, catch.
ing sightof the editor, and commencing
to sketch RAPIDLY upon the paper before
him. Don't move Excellent pose,
Just the style OF head to delight tho soul
OF the lover of the truly antique. The
young Augustus come to life. Head
shade to the left, please. All! that's it."
'When did it blow imp asked the
dramatic editor, stepping forward and
gazing curiously at the artist.
stop cried the artist. You vii,
ruin everything, Another poso gone
wrong" and he throw down hi, char
coal and sighed
What's the row." asked the city
editor, coming TO his door
"Ah! my ideal at last" cried the
artist, whisking another sheet of pspel
from his portfolio. Head a little back,
please. Eyes slightly turned toward
the ceiling"
'W hat does II want, anyway asked
the city editor, stopping forward
u beg OF YOU, sir said the artist,
dashing at his sheet of paper, Just five
minutes as YOU are, and YOU are i'm
mortal for life."
just at this moment the court report
or sauntered in.
"Ah, Wilde, old man." cried the ar.
tist, catching sight OF him, really beg
your pardon; likeness so strong to my
friend. Sir, you shall be my test sitter
just lean against that desk over there
Cross your limbs throw your arms be,
hind YOU and keep your eyes on that
lux bottle over there"
Where did it drop from9n asked the
court reporter, and by this time little
group Of editors and reporters stood
gazing curiously upon the artist.
"GentltHU,' said the artist, running
his fingers through his long hair and
leaning back in his camp-stool, II am
the lightning portrait artist Give me
five minutes Of your time and you are
famous for lifo Won't charge YOU
cent. just wish to make myself solid
with the press.
Suppose we give the crank q SHOW"
said the police reporter,
Only five minutes each, gentlemen,
and we will have gallery of portraits
to be proud of, said the artist.
He's a good taify singer" said the
dramatic editor
Ats q way those artists have said
the art critic, looking very skeptically
at the visitor I'm bet YOU ten to one
be uses solar prints.
Take your bet" said the artist.
you might be more picturesque, but
you'll do rs a starter just Sling of
your overcoat and hat and I'll show you
a specimen of free.hand drawing -"
"Neyer accept anything but oil paint
ings, - said the art critic
suppose you give me sitting said
the artist turning to the society reporter.
Couldn't think of sitting to any one
short OF Dauiel Huntingdon said tht
reporter.
"Ah. here's orr SITTER said three OF
four o! the group, as the cashier enter.
| the ONCE.
"Delighted' said tho artist Rather
modern, but good form, Not exactly
aesthetic, Might be little more Floren-
.Ine curve of line, but
Not this morning, some other morn.
.ng.' said tho cashier,
Tell you what YOU do, said the
sporting editor 81 have a perfect
beauty in the way of bull pup. White
with a brindle eye. I'll Just lot you
have couple of Ks for good portrait
of that But the artist gathered up
his traps and stalked majostically out of
the Office, - Brooklyn E0gle,
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