The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1885-05-14
FROM ATTIC 10 ATEH.EER.
IN. Y. Journal,l
LIGHT AND SHADE.

LIGHT AND SHADE.
Is it possible that out of these mea
gre materials | can create masterpiece
that will win me golden honors % sig ghed
Crlah Cmbe,, as he gazed upon the
colors on his pallet. There were only
three hnes-ultra-marine blue, chrome
yellow and brick red, all of which he
had secured by patient and persistent
effort by scrapng the sidewalk in front
Of large paint establishment on Fulton
street
Urlah TIMBER was an artist. Though
proud, he was poverty v-stricken-so poor,
indeed, that his studio was merely a
dingy den in the sky parlor Of an Ave
nue. a tenement. His easel was made of
bed-siats which he borrowed from an old
friend who had given up housekeeping,
and his pallet formerly did service as the
cover of cigar box, while his brushes
were composed of the tips of cats
tails
The latter were cheap, as the original
proprietors had their headquarters in the
immediate vicinity Uriah's sky studio.
There was an eccentric incompeteness
about his surroundings and lack of
breadth and harmony, although condu-
Give to the effects of light and color.
For many months Uriah had struggled
hard to keep the wolf from the door, but
he was rapidly succumbing to the rapa-
cious demands Of an unsatistied nature
aud an angry landlord, and he had
worked his last free lunch route for all
it was worth. He must do something or
starve.
"If only can paint a picture so rich
in linear graces, combined with feast
of shimmering tones" said he, 81 will
send it to the next Water Color Exhibi-
ton at the Academy Of Design. Now,
what shall | choose for my subject ~
After a long and careful reflection he
exclaimed
Eureka! I will rival even Ra-
phael."
But, alas his easel was empty, his
stock of bristol board was exhausted,
and he had no money. But he was a
youth Of fertile resources. He hastily
rushed down seven flights Of stairs,
reached the street and hurried to the
nearest stationery store, where he per
suaded the proprietor to trust him for
the material he so much needed.
AS he delightedly dashed out of the
store he colided with beautiful young
lady who had just alighted from her
carriage, and fell head over heels into
the gutter, contrary to the principle that
1t is the stationary object which always
receives the most damage.
"I beg your pardon" he stammered
as he scrambled to his feet " am sure
Don't mention it, sir" replied the
fair girl. " You did not inlure me in
the least, but tear that you are
hurt"
"Oh, no." he exclaimed. "To be
prostrated by such realization Of gest-
ure and pose as is embodied in you is
indeed more than compensatory for my
tumble, or rather my falling from grace.
And with profound bow the gallant
brushwielder disappeared around the
corner.
With cheeks aglow at the tlorid com
plment of the color manipulation the
young lady entered the store After
making few purchases she said to the
| clerk:
"Can you tell me who that young
man is? ?"
"You mean the one that was clums y
enough to run against you?"
"Yes. Who and what is he ?''
"Why he is poor artist who lives
over on Avenue A."
"What does he do ?"
"Oh, principally water .'olors. Here
is one that he left on sale with u.s."
Here the salesman handed the young
lady pretty little sketch Of Cupid
shooting arrows at a heart-shaped target
and underneath was the inscription. "Tc
Ny Valentine"
"Isn't that just too lovely for any
thing!" she exclaimed. "Pll take it, nc
matter what the price is. You may
charge it to me-"
every well, Miss" deferentially replied
the clerk, for the lady was good custo
mer and very rich.
"Now | wish you would make up g
nice collection Of the finest artists
materials you have and send them to
that young man. If he is poor they will
not come amiss to him, although they
come from Miss" And laughing mer
rily at her own little joke the pretty
philanthropist left the store.