The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-02-27

swered, StrokiHg his trousers. While am about it. may as well go in for big picture Now business is business; may ask what your terms are for a portrait wish was younger and better looking, but that is no fault of mine;" he said this with genial smile which improved , his plain countenance
 My terms for portraitl Allow me to consider"
 "Yes, take your time l have been looking round the gallery and ] really don much like the old m astels, they are so dark. Now just look at this old wo- man by Rembrandt lam sure you paint better than that. Your work is nice and smooth and shiny, thisis thick and dull"
 q paint better than Rembrandtl" "Yes: consider him duffer."
 But he is one of the very greatest of painters. l admire him immensely, and only wish could ever produce anything that might remind any ono of his work. He is the greatest master of chiaroscuroi
 "What does that mean But no mat ter, l don't admire him, and, if you wish to please me, don't paint my portrait with Jumps of paint Now," turning round and looking at me steadily, you have no Jumps in your faca, you arc quite smc oth."
 And not shiny hopel" l said this smiling merrily, for saw it was no use arguing art questions with this jovial Phlllsnne
 My picture must be smooth, shiny, with a clean white shirt and all my orna- ment, neatly painted /; my coral studs, and, taking Of bright yellow kid glove, this ring 1t is curbuncle with asso- ciations, 1 want it painted-in fact, rep reseAt me just as l am, so that all my friends may know me"
 felt this picture would give me trouble and never could enhance my artistic rep utation. But l was an orphan with small means, and this Scotchman looked pros porous.
 If you wish the hands included, it will be sixty guineas" said this with aplomb while feeling like tradesman.
 "Vesy well. am wiling to give this sum for good likeness. When shall | como so sit1 The sooner the better am a bird of passage, and am in London only f,r short dme." He fun mbled in his pocket and handed nae his card.
 MR. DOUGLAS CAMERON,
 The Bum, Dumfries.
 "I am farmer, with a good deal of land north of the Tweed. Now. may | ask your name and address2" As had no card with me, 1 wrote in his pocket book:
 Mss WARD, 24 Thistle Grove, South Kensngt0n, 5. w.
 "Can you come tomorrow at eleven ?"
 "All right, In my Sunday best" Say ing this, we shook hands, and he waddled briskly out of the room.
 looked sadly at Andrea del Sarto's portrait, and it seemed to sympathize with me. Iput up my easel and canvas. My eyes and brain were so 6ned with the i'm mage of MT. Cameron that his red nose haunted me.
 lived with my brots CT, my only rela- tive, for ! had lost my parents at aa early ago. lack was a clerk In the Foreign Office. He considered himself a great swell, and did not at all approve of my goang in for art. l knew he would pro- test against my undertaking the portrait of a pOrson knew nothing at all about.
 So that evening aiter dimes, while Jack was SIS oking a cigar, ! took my courage in bssh nay hands and related my advan- tuie in the National Gallery.
 JAck wore an eye-glAss, and this bit of glass was capable ot intense expression. When he was annoyed it seoned to grow reunder, when he was supoxdllous the glass began inpertinent. 1 When had 6nished, my heart sank into ny boots. for Jacks eye glass seemed saoTnoss, mAldag him-loo uke a Cyclops, his ono huge eye glaring at me.
 He shook his loAg narrow head. When annoyed his voice was even moro drawl- ing and nasal than usual this time it was fearfully drawling. He puffed out long whiff of blue smoke from his Havana.
 "Well, I declare, Ursula, l had begun to Aatter myself that knew tho length and breadth of your eccentricihes but this last performance beats everything. have always suspected that there is in. sanity in our family, nov 1 am certain of it. That you, wAo belong to a re- spectacle family our father was a post captain in tho Royal Navyeshould con- sent to paint the portrait of Scotch far. mss whom you casually meet pTowllAg about tho National Gallery, without any sort of introductionl 1t looks Nke lunacy.
 .l want money, Jack, that Is the long and shsrt of 1t. don't deny that have eaeegh to aas and ariak, but have other reqsirsnsAss {; azd ss tell lyeu the truth, have ambition and don't share tho opin. ion that woman is created merely to be tho slave of the lords of tho creation, to sew buttons on their illustrious shirts, and mend their many socks." Il Jacks syeglass became impudent.
 "Grapss arc sour in your case. But forgot your poor curate, your patient ad. mirer. Perhaps you consider him a sheep, and not man. How will he like your joining tho noble army of spinsters who cry out agaiAsl my sex2"
 "You may sneer at me, but not at Harold" ! exclaimed, with flashing eyes aAd flushed cheeks. il "Doat excite yosrself; 1 am not sneer- . ing at your curats and though he hleass A i A.-