The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-05


 ~ Snow of the green hrougham made me ~;rce. No; 1 would make no more con- z s5ences on that score. l inquired, of course, for the welfare of Tom and Clip, and wound up my somewhat hastily writ teo epistle with few sincere expressions N Of hooe that should be able to give a sood account of myself and prospects in sse course of few days.
 CHAPTER III.
 On the morning after my arrival in I ondon. in pursuance of my plans for snding suitable field for my future z labors. betook myself to a medical agency. There was no lack of practices in inc market. The list indeed was so heayy that could not help marveling that SO many should be anxious to psrt win what myself was so desirous of ob- ,alning-that is, a " profitable business in 4 aourishing and improving neighbor- z hood" There was not single ineligible opening in the whole lot. At length l arranged for a partnership in 9 large 7 n,actice at Brompton; and only awaited the retirement of the outgoing partner to enter on the duties, which, however, l found could not be before a couple of months. resolved therefore, after pay H ing my now overdue respects to Colonel Stanton, to return home to Brierleigh.
 Early in the day after had concluded my arrangements for the partnership, \ sat in the coffee-room of the TaWstock reading two letters had just received one from my father, and one from my aunt. They were both on the same sub ect-my ;glect to present myself to Y Colonel Stanton. looked at my watch, H and resolved on ordering cab at once. 4 The bel-pull was in my hand when the iocund voice of Walter Drew aNested it.
 Good morning. Business or pleas E ure today, eh?"
 had seen a good deal of the young < painter since the day we met at Shad- rachs shop, and had come to entertain a warm liking for the clever, good-natured fellow. We had in no way sought one another's society, but had gravitated $ naturally toward one another.
 Business or pleasure2 he again < queried.
 Neither. am just about to pay a visi, of ceremony to a friend of my W
 "Oh. you Goth! Would you perpetrate solecism2 Mayfair is still in its night cap; you are too early by hours And besides, as you are going into the country tomorrow, want you to come and have a look at my workshop. haven't been there myself for an age, aud feel as if 1 couldn't face the den alone. There, be a good fellow, and accompany me. I have some capital bottled stout there and Flib-that's my rascal's name-will find you some oysters that can't be beaten in London. What say you2"
 knew my visit to Grosvenor Square was somewhat untimeous, and as l was beset with an indescribable curiosity to see the atelier of this man. of-the-world artist, it was with mere show of hesita a. ton that agreed to his proposal We were soon in the Strand, when Drew, hailing passing hanson, as though time had suddenly become of importance, or J dered cabby to drive with all his might o- street, in the neighborhood of Huston square. We were set down in front of large house of respectable ap- pearance, the door of which Drew opened with latchkey. and immediately ush cred me into a well-siyed room at the end of the passage. This was his "work- shop," by every unmistakable sign. He touched bell pull; and stYaightway ap- peared an undersized, cadaverous, but active looking and quick-eyed lad, who silently assisted Drew to exchange his walking-coat and at for paint-stained blouse and smoking-cap. Following his masters eye he next uncovered one of several canvases which stood on their easels, and set about arranging, as if by instinct, the necessary colors, brushes, etc ready to the hand. The piece was sketch of the trunk of a decayed oak Casting a rapid glance over 1t, Drew pro- ceeded to cover his palette. Meanwhie on signal to Fhbertlgibbet, as he had dubbed his elf-like ass stant, that silent youth brought in table covered with a clean cloth, tray with bottles, couple ct tankards, biscuits, and a cor screw, cigars and lights, and copy of the Times.
 "Now, my dear fellow, when you feel tired looking round, you may either smoke, drink, or ad the papers all three were better. Flib wil do the need ul." So saying, the artist turned to his work.
 Do you know, Charlton," he said presently, "I have never envied any man anything but the quiet, orderly up bringing up which you and most fellows nave hadr l have never missed any oeer thing, and-and perhaps that's the reason. It seems strange never had home. My father died abroad when l vas quite little chap. only saw him few times in all; my poor mother, never. My titled relatives placed me at cAool, but took no further notice of me Scept to invite me 10 spend part of my Holidays at their houses now and then My fathers only sister was in India with Der husband. She, felt sure teok sarn interest in me for was regularly Visited by her agent in England ou, still
 had no home On my leaving Oxfor !, ny uDcle, the present earl of f-. ex pressed wish that should enter the army in which eveot he would assist me 'n every reasonable way. But 1 had Smnu rAaS0n f0 love him. and h~s;I~e