The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-10-13
R0YTS BATTLE.

hWdAttl III Ills IilslIlUtl.
Roy stopped and glanced around. Yes.
there was another, and he looked like an
American. He was long and lean and
lank, but looked eager and intelligent.
He was looking shyly and curiously into
the studio OF the "Beaux Arts" His
gray tweed suit was worn and seedy in
the extreme. There was a real hunger
IN his eye, and his hands seemed to trefIi-
bic as he still kept them on the half open
door
The hall was a long one, and there
seemed 10 he n perfect forest Of easels,
from each Of which had sprung a wild
looking figure. with unkempi looks and
dancing black ores and mocking grins.
"Walk in, gentlemen, cried one voice,
you weren't expected this morning, OF
we'd have had the studio painted"
Roy had heard something Of the re-
oeption given TO a new student at the
Bcaux Arts, SO he kept his temper and
bowed
Delighted 20 welcome q native Of the
land Of the great Baruum. cried another,
selling Roy's hand and working it like
pump handle. How many scalps have
YOU on handf'
1.-TWO new fellows--a double treat.
Here, monsieur interrogate the gentle
men. Bat first let rs give three cheers
for the United Statesw
These cheers are given with gusto, and
the supervisor approaches Roy.
Thirty francs from Won.
Roy reddens, and looks at his com
panion. Ii is rather hard for two free
born American citizens 10 be brow
beaten in this way.
"What do they mean, asks the other.
Its q tax on every newcomer. '
"llust we pay it,
Il suppose so; it's beastly shame"
But cannot" faltered the other.
Il have only five francs in the world"
"Stop chatteung. new fellows. cried
the supervisor "We're thirsty
Roy felt a strange pity for the lank
young man with the hungry eyes.
"Only five francs Oh. | see; your
remittance has not arrived. ~
"I-never get remittance faltered
Che ether
"Why, how do you livc:'
IL work my way. '
~ thousand thunders," vociferated
the supervisor. I'm the name of George
Washington, how long must we wait!
Its 40 use-I-must give 1t up for
the present, said the young man, grow
ing palcr and casting longing look al
the forest Of eascls.
"Stopl willpay for You, " exclaimed
Roy, with q sudden impulse Of friendli-
ness 90 the forlorn being You can give
IL back when you're able.
lie was unpreparcd for the tears that
suddenly rushed into the cavernous
hungry ewes Of the other
Thanks. You have saved me; and
if ever forget it.
lie held out one Caunt. bony hand,
that still treiabled in Roy's grasp.
Il believe the fellow Is hungry, Roy
decided. his heart melting AT the thought.
So after the noisy crew had disposed
Of the feast and drank the health OF the
two and of all their compatriois, he III
vited his new acquaintance 10 dinner,
and they grew quite confidential over IT.
Il haven Z relative in the world but
a maiden aunt, who believes in my
genius and sent me over here, said
Roy Il had some opinion of myself at
home. thought knew something Of
art matters. am now certain ! am q
Ounce. I've been here q year, working
with o teacher. Two been getting rid Of
al the old methods, and haven't any
new ones. That's my condition at
present
81 have not even an aunt am alone.
depend upon myself, and have lived so
far, said the other who gave Roy a
somewhat battered bit Of pasteboard.
That is my name, and | have a den at
that number. ! intend 70 go IN for all
the prizes. and if pluck and work can do
ANYTHING shall win. You have done me
service today
"Ncyer mind that, interrupted Roy,
looking at the card and reading thereon
the name Of "Nathan Lang, written in
bold free hand. I'VE must stand 10y
one another against these Philistines.
In this way a friendship began that
h,cd through the year. One lowering
, night toward the end of it Roy Mather
was making his way somewhat gloOmily
through that picturesque tangle Of streets
called the Latin Quarter. lie had just
received q letter from Aunt RoxIe which
he had stopped by lighted window to
read.
1t ran rs follows:
Dear Roy-lve 6ot TO tell You some
bad news. There amt no escapin' Of 1t,
OF putin # it of. But perhaps, by
this time you're a carvin' out your for
tune. and gctiin' able 10 do without help.
hope YOU II keep 20 a straight and mar
ror path, and never deviate into paintin'
them there Wenuses and Dinahs which
is perverin public taste, and didn't
ought to lie allowed. The bad news is
that ventured all my little fortin' in an
oil well. which accordin' 10 our Deacon
Josiah Slater was a runnin eighteen
thousin' barrels day. Well, it's run OIL
all my money, at any rate. There's an
old sayin about truth bein At the bottom
Of well. but that wasn't the one
reckon. Deacon Slater lows il was to
lie, an it's no use a goin' asin the ordi-