The Penn's Grove record., 1888-12-15

~ ouhil WAlk hbut6 tuo tiuoo u
I'LL from ltfe's western lakes and I'll.
The angel lifts the sunse sheen,
And hangs 1t DER the eastern hills
lord, keep my memory green"
ROY'S BATTLE.
sHallol two freshp cried o knocking
voice, this Is q red letter day.
The speaker was a huge fellow with
"a tangled mass Of black hair on his
head, q cigarette ! N his mouth and IN
insolent swagger in his manner.
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
c~uri0usly into the studio Of the beau
Arts" His gray tweed suit was worn
and seedy In the extreme. There was
q real hunger n his eye, and his hands
seemed to tremble as he still kept them
ON the half open door.
The hall was q long one. and there
seemed to be q perfect forest OF easels,
from each Of which had sprung q Wild
looking figure, with unkempt looks and
dancing black eyes and mocking grins,
Walk in, gentlemen cried one
voice. - You weren't expected this
morning, or we'd have had the studio
painted T
Roy had heard something Of the re.
ception given to a new student at the
Be4ux Arts, 30 he kept his temper and
begged.
Delighted to welcome Q native of
the land Of the great Barnum,' cried
another, seizing Roy's hand and work
,ng it like q pump handle. How many
scalpe have you on haTdp'
Two new feliows-a double treat.
Here. monsieur, ~interrOgate the GENTLE
men. But first let US give three cheers
for the United Statesl'
The cheers were given with Q gusto,
and the supervisor approaches Roy.
Thirty francs from you.'
Roy reddens. and looks at his COM
panion. 1t is rather hard for two free
born American citizens to be brow.
beaten in this way.
What do they mean2' asks the other.
IT'S a tax on every newcomer
Must we pay ltp'
Il suppose 80; it's q beastly shame,'
Butt cara1ot,' faltered the other.
I hSya only I've francs in the world
Stop chattering. new fellows, cried
the sur ,rvisor. We're thirsty
Roy .elt a strange pity for the lank
Young man with the hungry eyes.
Only i've francs? Oh, ! see; your
remittance has not arrived
'I-never get remittancsd ps>ltered
the other. e
why. how u you livep'
Il work my way
"A thousand thunders,' Moderated
the supervisor. 'In the name Of George
Washington, how long must we waltz
IT'S no use-I-must give 1t up for
the present. said the young man,
growing paler. and casting q longing
look at the forest OF easels.
'Stopl Twill pay for you,' exclaimed
Roy, with a sudden impulse of friend
illness to the forlorn bling. you can
give it back-when you're able.'
Hewas unprepared for the tears that
suddenly rushed into the ~cavernous
hungry eyes Of the latter.
Thanks. You have saved me; and
If over l forget tt
He held out one gaunt, bony hand.
that still trembled 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 compatriots, he
invited his new acquaintance to dinner.
and they grew quite confidential over
IL.
i haven't a relative In the world but
maiden aunt, who believes in my
genius and sent me over here.' said
Roy. II had some opinion Of myself at
home. thought l knew something
Of art matters. l am now certain / Am
q Ounce. I've been here Q year, work
ing with a teacher. I've been getting
rid Of all the old methods. and haven't
any new one, That's my condition at
present.
Il have not even an sunt--I Am
alone. l depend upon myself, and have
30 far said the other. who gave
Roy q somewhat battered bit OF pas.e-
board. That Is my name, and ] have
q den at that number. / intend t, go
In for all the prizes, and IL pluck and
work can do anything l shall win. You
have done me a service to-day
Never mind that interrupted Roy,
at the card and reading thereon
the name Of Nathan Lang written In
q bold free hand. We must stand by
one another against these Philistines.'
In this way a friendship began that
lasted through the year. One lowering
Light toward the end Of 1t Roy Mather
was making his way somewhat gloomily
through that picturesque tangle OF
called the Latin Quarter. He
had Just received q letter from Aunt
Rookie which he had stopped BY q
window to read,
It ran as follows:
DEAR RoY-I've got to tell you
bad news. There amt no es-
capin' OF 1t, or putin Of 1t Cd. But
by this time. you're q carvin'
out your fortune. and getting able to
DO without help. ] hope you'll keep to
q straight and narrer path, and never
into painting them. there
Wenuses and Dinahs which is q per-
public taste, and didn't ought
10 be allowed. The bad news Is that /
ventured all my little fortin' In an oil
we'll. which accordin' to our Deacon
Josiah Slater was a running eighteen
larrels q day. Well, it's run
If all my money. at any rate. There's
an old sayin' about truth being at the
OF a well. but that wasn't the
,ne / reckon. Deacon Slater lows
It was to be, am it's no use . goin'
agin the ordinances; but faint clear to
ne a. Providence had anything to do