Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-02-29
LOVES MCRAT


The most exacting Of tho modern de-
rotees Of the aesthetic cannot be satisfied
With the nstheticism Of the day. For
what i. il !? Only q crazy Ophelia with
!. garland Of wheat and swinging viii
low. Il u. 81 II. u b. s53 sss
The grandmother Of this love-lorn
maid was called Transoende ntalism for
~ years ago. She was veritable
Jeanne Dare. Would she know her
child in it's crushed strawberry gown,
without an "oyer-sou1, s or even an over
skirt?
But, such as it is, let me show you
one OF the sanctums, one Of the shrines
and affairs where incense IS burned to
The goddess. SIS
Herr Heimlcher's studio has gay
party tonight. There they stand, man
and maid, statue and picture, almost
stinguishable one from the other,
in the dim mixture Of moonbeams
strayng through the skylight and can
dies on the tables. The declamatory
Herr Heimlicher is Knocked in his lively
gestures by the graceful arms Of q wood
en- figure clothed in scarlet and gold.
Miss Polimus has posed by picture
Of Judith, and her eyes do actually sue
coed in outgleaming those Of that model
Of womanhood, who stands grasping
the grisly manhead. Miss Polmus'
eyes have a hungry CLEAN one tries to
escape them, but it is difficult. They
chill one, in spite of their fire.. Hungry
love, may warm; hungry ambition is a
frost bite that stings like heat, but is
cold-too cold.
Every one else in the room knew
what Miss Polimus7 did not know,
namely, that Miss Polimus graded her
hatreds by the degrees Of success of her
rivals. She did not know it. For her
it was the stupid public whose bad
taste she was trying to educate which
reused her just fire and resentment.
She thought it pity that Herr Helm
licher should be encouraged in produc-
ing those low genre pictures; that Mr..
Jones should have been made rich by
sea gulls and rocks and wave crests,"
always the same trick unworthy of an
artist. She felt, also, that she
ought to tell Amelia Emery that her
interiors" with that everlasting grand
mothers chair by the freside, were out
Of perspective, and appealed to sen
timental rather than to artistic ideals;
and hence were on sale under false pre-
fences. She did not wonder that Mrs.
Aprils cried her eyes out after the re-
lection of her picture by the best *'hang-
ing committee" and had to get it sold
in Buffalo. She liked them all: she
pitied them all; she thought she did at
least. But what appeared pity on her
side Of the shield appeared jealous
hatred on the other.
Her fellow-artists were not watching
Ter just then. She thought they would
have been Gin which thought she was
much mistaken, if they had not all fixed
expectant attention on young girl, ma
iron by title recently gained in very
pretty wedding, who formed the centre
of the group.
This choice set Of fine artists had mar
rie,l Gin and in" after mode quite as
Early English as the gowns of their
ladies. The gentle five each had found
+ IL match among brave five, and all
! ad planned for grand picnic, when
.he remaining bachelor and the last
maid should have done the requisite
amount Of sketching for the wedding pic
ture.
But the bread and honey could not
be made to come out even. John Bent
was as stubborn as his name, and,
though Miss Polimns was willing, it did
no good for her to be so. He had been
rather touched" they all thought, by
the charms of the lady who, in the. talk
ing character of bride, was now seated
in the circle of friends, and was just on
the point of tuning the keys Of a guitar
that had known many song.
, ''Now," said this lady, II shall sing
song for each Of you, but each must
select his or her song; and if you are
wrong, you shall pay a forfeit"
AT lis, several gentlemen, all in fact
except John Bent, professed perfect
willin ness to kiss her if they failed to
encor the right song.
Thu e was no doubt for whom the
"Seu ,lade'' of Schubert was intended,
as the bushes Of the gentle artist, who
sang a very good tenor, betrayed him.
Nor for whom II Stood on the Bridge
at Midnight ssand took severe
cold"-confessed the gentlemen who
chose to confess. The Lullaby
was received in tender silence. II Can
not Sing the Old Songs" was claimed
by ten ladies, by 70 gentlemen. ''They
Say I may Marry Laird, if I WILL"
was humbly accepted by the singer who
remarked that he knew he was not a
lord. It was quite too bad to vote
"Can me thine own love" to Miss Po-
linus; rather too bad. ,"It was Love,
ly Violet was a tribute to the water
colored flowers and tinted eyes Of good
little Miss Waters. The last song, by
George Macdonald, beginning, "Alas,
how easily things 60 wrong!" was
noodily acknowledged by John Bent,
as probably intended for his consola-
tion. = IS Ely 81 - ~
The great fellow painted tiny things
with great pains. Perfect Nelson
.iers," his friends said. "a great saving
of paint and frame" his non-adnlirers
claimed. &. ~" j. e. -
He was at that moment thinking a
picture. which was to be not over six
inches, square. A lady standing before
a red curtain, playing on guitar and
singing an open letter at her feet, sup
posed to be the love-1etter whose words
she was singing out in her Joy. DEED