The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-27

the centre of the walled garden. A latch key let us into hall and we mounted a stairs to a large barn-like room above, which was we'll lighted from the roof. A great painting stood en large easel, and as the painter with quick jerk sent the
 rigid curtain back on it's brass rod, the almost nude painting of . dead man was shown on the canvas. While the student stood before it the painter came back to where was seated on rough wooden table.
 Do you know what is the matter with mer he asked abruptly.
 "Yes," said. "Dyspepsia and poor success"
 "You are partly right. am success ful enough now. That picture was bought and paid for before put brush to it. Handsomely paid for, too, and it goes to a church in Brooklyn. My dys- pepsia, as you are pleased to call it. was brought on by starvation in New York while trying to earn my living as 4 painter. My pictures were, many of them, better than those do now, for l took more care, but l could not sell a picture At last a dealer told me that unless painted Antwerpen, Roma : FieIenza,' or some such lie on the can- vas no American would buy them. 1 packed up my pictures and sent them on board the Antwerp steamer as if were a cabin passenger. l got on board starv- ing, and had my first good meal for months on board that boat. l went up to the captain, who was walking the deck, holding his little girl By the hand He smiled afAbly as l approached. They all do that to cabin passengers. But when said, Sir, am s;owaway, but a painter and gentleman will pay for this passage with the first cash get" he scowled and ordered me locked up in a stateroom till he made up his mind what to do with me. gnee there took my brushes, and on 4Ae only canvas had sketched what was really a wonderful likeness of the little golden haired child the captain held by the hand. But sick ness was upon me, and was not able to speak when the door was opened. That picture got me help and kindness, and it set me up in Antwerp. The fools who ought to have saved me misery by buy ing my pictures when exhibited on Broad way paid ten, yes, hundred, times the price for the same canvasses on the Place dc Mere"
 Well" he cried, turning to the stu dent who had just joined us, sis that, or is it not, true picture
 It Is as true as the rest of them. In my opinion it is not correct picture in either anatomy or eoloring of dead man."
 Without word the painter went to dark corner of the room and wheeled forward table till it was in line with the picture. Then he whisked of the cloth that covered it and exposed to our view the stark and rig,d body of man who had evidently been hanged. confess that was startled and shocked. The Englishman merely put up his eyeglass to get view of both the picture and the ghastly model. Anyone could tell at a glance that the figure on the canvas was an exact reproduction of the fearful shape on the table, while the cadaverous and emaciated face of the painter, as he stood over the corpse, made tableau that vas the most weird had ever seen.
 "I confess was in the wrong," said the student.
 The painter did not answer. He re- placed the cloth. and wheeled his silent model back to its dark corner.