St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-05-20

llOli. WAS Tie ldCblllC "a "a M I'M;
gSPlyi then 1 he 3P@ ssd z us
taking a sight:
Quitting off everything but your fig
ure." A little later, answering the
mute, inQuiSitiVe expression on his
modelS face, he observed:
Getting your proportions"
''Haven't you moved?' he inquired
abruptly.
His left foot was going to sleep and
he had shifted his weight to the other
one.
s'You see," went on the artist, after
moving back to the left foot again, by
moving YOU confuse shadows, outlines
and everything"
There was silence for some moments
and il was becoming decidedly tireSOme
standing on one foot, and that one dead
asleep. but the artist worked on till the
visitor broke the silence by asking:
"Can artists get good training in this
country?"
s'WelI," was the answer, IAN artist
ought to study abroad. and his educa-
ton is not complete until he has studied
there, if it ever is"
''What schools do Americans attend?'
''Well. when student of one school
takes a big prize, the students, Ameri-
cans and all, flock to that school. The
American student is likely to go where
the best students are, rather than where
they can find the best masters. They
see the master about twice week. and
work in the room with men. all of whom
are painting the same subject, so the
most benefit derived comes from COM
pairing their work with your own.
''The working hours are from a. IN.
till ) p. III. The master comes around,
gives YOU a subject. criticiSeS what has
been done. and selects four of five
pieces of the work of the class as
worthy of mention. The criticisms are
severe and cutting. and creates great
fun for every one but the poor devil
whose work happens to be the one
under criticism. For keen sarcastic
ridicule, give me a French master"
HURT HIS JOINTS.
All this was very interesting, but the
model could not properly appreciate it.
A dull pain was creeping about his
knee Joints. his arm was numb and his
throat felt like that of a condemned
murderer. He inquired, as uncon-
cernedly as the circumstances would
permit. how long he had been ION
pose" The hard-hearted artist laughed.
Getting tired, ell? Let's see'' Cook
ing at his watch), lust fifteen
minutes"
1t seemed an hour, but. gritting his
teeth and screwing up couple more
Turns on his determination, the scribe
said: $50 ahead"
"Well. don't move and l will give you
Arrest presently" was the encouraging
remark.
That presently was desperately
indefinite time to look forward to be re-
lieved from the fast increasing agony
The reporter tried to devote his thoughts
away from the many and numerically
increasing seats of his pains. He
counted the figures on the wall paper as
far as he could without turning his
head: he counted one thousand back
wards. he tried the mind cure, but al
to little purpose. He grew dizzy anC
faint. Then something began to tickle
down and about his spinal column
while tluShes chased each other all oye1
his body from head TO heels: his arm
was paralyZed.
''You needn't hold that arm out now,
the artist at length said, with eXasper
ating slownesS: Il forgot to tell yol
before
Forgot to tell me! Great Scott. II,
had settled to work now in earnest; ht
had forgotten the reporter and thu
reporter and the misery of that arm il
the enthusiasm of his work. His face
grew stern and businesslike, and he for
got that his visitor was posing for pleas
IRE or experience only.
''Chin up" he called out sharply
What's the matter with those knees
Come. that will never do; look pleasant
Stick out that arm again, and dom
move for your life"
Every time he squinted he looked lik
fiend. and every squint shot through
his victim like the piercing of a red-ho
iron.
"Steady, now; steady"
The amateur model Steadied himself
or tried to, with one last, great hero
effort; but it was no use. The time o
collapse and total dissolution was a
hand. He had hip disease, synovitis O
the knee joints, necrosis of the bones O
the feet, sciatica, diphtheria, rheuma