The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-02-28

proach to Jack. whose ANA zament lacked all the
ingredients of joy, this mother and me wish te
give yea as remembrance, for Rose said we
were under obligations to you
Not |, Thomas, not L." mother interrupted,
refusing her share of fathers little surprise
Please don't give it to me! DO pray be under
obligations, Jack cried in disguised alarm
You know you said it was worth $lo0 0e0
father exclaimed.
THAT pictured That isn't worth copper--it
IS the vilest daub I've seen for many q day.
The picture meant a much smaller one
That is Sold !" father cried with a groan.
GU see, father, you still are under obliga-
tions to him. Rose ventured to say, patGing his
hard old fist.
Il suppose if I'd give way to you the obIiga-
tons would be ON the other sidsf7
Yes, father dear
well, IN see. What | want to know is,
what shall do with that, and he turned to the
patriarch with scowI.
1t was then that Wardlow laid the foundation
to fathers future favor Present it to the
P1ttsburg museum-it is quite an art gallery in
itself he suggested
Gracious. yes,H father exclaimed with an in
voluntary sigh of relief. II had quite forgotten
the Baines collection"
There is Thomas, you know, father" Rose
added
Really, my darling. hate to part with
Thomas, Jack murmured. "Itwas he who first
"Oh, but, Jack, dear. you can't have every
thing Rose said, shaking her head,
OF course they were married it is no use to
disguise this singular fact. Five months from
that October day Mr. and Mrs. John Winthrop
Wardlow, permanently established in Paris,
strolled down the main gallery of paintings in
the Louvre, Mother. gorgeous in black velvet,
followed them greatly admiring her son-in-law.
while beside her trotted father, with an unmis-
taxable indigestion of the ''old masters"
had limo IalSI
planning this and that to his wife, proudly con-
scious of admiring slanees thrown in her diree-
tion when of sudden he not only stopped as if
he had been turned to stone, but he grew death
ly pale as he stared at picture on the wall, in a
gorgeous new frame upon the which was en-
graved in distinct black letters: "Valesquez
1899 1660n
Jack, dear Jack, what has happenedw
Our picture, Rose! A real Valasquez as /
knew Worth thousands. To have all but had
1t, and to lose it and then to find 1t mere! 1t is
too horrible
But Jack, DEAR father lost it as we'll"
Bring him up. | want him to suffer a little. "
Father and mother had stranded on - red
velvet bench from whence father stared at the
generous skylghts overhead while mother
dozed.
Mr.. Baines," Jack said with much emotion as
father came up to him followed by mother and
Rose. This Mr. Baines, is real Velasquez,
and it is the picture you did not buy in Cologne
EdtHer WnOlly uH1nOVeu clOSeu Il calculating
eye and remarked, Il should say that the other
one is four times as big"
"A very bold looking person." mother added
with much dsfavor
You call that an old MASTER" father con
tinued scornfully, why it might have been
painted yesterday. AS for the young woman,
she looks so natural she might be mother
''Go long. Thomas, how can your mother ex-
claimed quite shocked.
'Only figure of speech. mother Now that
picture l sent to Pittsburg anybody down
there'd know it for an old master because it
was so almighty dirty. Besides it wasso big with
the new frame J ordered for it, that they had to
build an l. to the picture gallery in Pittsburg a
purpose. Now if I'd sent that" and father
pointed his forefnger at the masterpiece of
Velasquez, They could have hung it anywhere.
Besides Pttsburg is particular; they'd never 90
to see her-there's nothing surprlsin' about her!
But take an old master like the Rubens / sent
EN-, there's nothing like it on earth That race
of men died when Rubens died, and father Shock
his head in deep meditation.
There were giants in those days, Jack. II
you can call to mind the patriarch's arms-not a
young man, but what muscles Jack"