Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1885-02-04

wise THAT they disliked the picture very
much. Some of them asked Eleanor how
she could have such an absurd thing there
Most Of them, II is true, thought this was not
kind. But even of this set there were but
tew who had sense enough and self control
enough TO say nothing, Had u been an ugly
figure ON the paper hanging, do not think
they would have spoken OF IT. Had the
room been inconveniently low, | do not
think many of these people would have SAID,
81 How low this ceiling Is y but mistaken
etiquette has come in, and people think they
must speak OF pictures rs YOU must speak ni
the weather, of the election, Of health aud of
the opera So was it that even iudicious peo-
pie asked If ii Were painted in Munich, or
they were reminded by II Of picture they
had seen i'm Antwerp, or they snd the sun.
iect had not been often treated, or said u
had The most carefully trained of this class
said IL was every Instructive other some
said that ii must have taken great deal ol
pains and study. And my poor wite-as the
various nice people of the town and the
neighborhood called upon hcr--camet to know
all the possible changes of these ludiclous
remarks, rs YOU know the changes ON the
nearest kind OF bells. She said she could tell
what they were going TO say before thcN
opened their mouths
The second class was larger. 1t was the
body of people, quite uninstructcd in me
art, who wanted to Ice instructed, wanted To
think right, and wanted TO say rlght, II theS
could only find out what right WAS. Wen, |
I
! Netherstone whose opinion on such matters
was regarded more highly than mine. had
shown my photographs at the Lend HAND
| Club one winter. | was president OF lhe
| Reading Club, and we had read Mrs. Jane
son, and all the people who could had brought
| pictures. So long rs there were art unions,
| the book store men always sent the arr
| union agents first of all to me. Indeed, II
anybody in that neighborhood knew what
was good in art, | did. Glass number tw"
| consisted of people who, of themselves,
would have detested the picture, but see
| ing it in my house, knew they ought
to like it They made horrible attempts
| to like it. How very natural that pigs
| tail isr How red the sunset is
'See how angry his face is "lt is 50 in-
! tcrestng to see the costume lneNer under,
| stood before about the coat of many colors
| and SO on. They would keep my poor wife
standing before the ahomination ali through
| the wedding call When came home from
| the office she would be dead from fatigue, ana
| when soothed her, ard asked tie reason, she
would sigh out, "Oh, 1t was the froolgalS
| again.
Smallest of all, vet | ought to say most
| disagreeably of all, the three classes OF
| visitors were those who abused II up and
down. Smallest because, As | have mntcd'
| il required courage in my house To say that
one of my pictures was hopelessly bad, and
| had no redeeming point i'll 1t. But this the
| thoroughly disagreeahle people of our ac-
| quaintance, the people we least liked, some
| times hau courage enough 10 SiN' VI NId1
| Mr., Ward calls uCuSSedneSS' enough. These
| people. therefore, were the only people OF all
| who made wedding calls ON us in the month
| after our return who said what we ourselves
| said to each other Yet such is the per
versity of human nature that We were moi
| pleased when they did say II for they
| seemed To say il because they thought II
| would please us. When we assented mode
rately. they were not satisfied with such as
sent. They required stronger language OF
| none. But who would, who could, crafty
such cynical and hateful wretches? Were
we to give up dear. kind Aunt Caroline tC
their gossip and brutal ieers No, indeed
| The unfriendly criticism was as bad as tht
friendly.
1t is all horrid, perfectly horrid"' Thi:
was my wife's exclamation TO me almost
every day.
Yet Aunt Caroline looked in on us hersel
80 often aud 50 kindly that is was impossible
To carry the dreadful thing to the attic, tn the
| cellar, or to the furnace. And when she
came-without saying much about her owl
present-she still brooded over ii with al
eve so loving and tender, her whole grea
heart went out to it with such delight, tha
for the moment my poor Eleanor would b'
rewarded for the struggle she had made
Now she was glad she had not dashed at tha
little pig with her scissors to cut out hi
{" natural tail - now she was glad she hac
not brought - Morning sun Stove Polish
from the kitchen to rub il over the face of th'
| butcher who killed the tatted calf. So mucl
occasional reward had she for moment a
| the recOmpense for DAYS of wretchedness.
| Continued tomorrow