Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1888-12-12
ROY'S BATTLE.

ROY'S BATTLE.
'HalloI two freshp cried mocking
voice, this is red letter day.
The speaker was huge fellow with
tangled mass of black HAIR on his
head, a cigarette IN his mouth and an
inSolent swagger in his manner
Roy stopped and glanced around
Yes, there was another, and he looked
ike an American. He was long and
lean and lank, but looked eager and
intelligent. lie was looking shyly and
curIously into the studio OF the Beau
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 tIemble as he still kept them
on the half open door.
The hall was long one, and there
seemed to be 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
Roy had heard something of the re-
ception given to new student at the
Beiux Arts, so he kept his temper and
bowed.
Delighted to welcome a native of
the land OF the great Barnum,' cried
another, seizing Roy's hand and work
ing it like pump handle. How many
scalps have you on hand7'
Two new fellows-a double treat.
Here. monsieur, interrogate the gentle
men. But first let US give three cheers
for the United Statesp
The cheers were given with a 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 mean?' asks the other.
'It's tax on every newcomer
Must We pay Itr'
Il suppose so; it's beastly shame
Butt cannot faltered the other.
I have only five francs in the world
Stop chattering, new fellows cried
the supervisor. We're thirsty
Roy felt a strange pity for the lanl
Young man with the hungry eyes.
Only tive francs? Oh, l see; you
/ remittance has not arrived
| .I-neyer get remittances,' falteret
the other.
why. how do you live?'
Il work my way
a thousand thunders,' vociferateC
the supervisor. In the name of George
Washington, how long must we wait?
It's no use-I-must give It up fol
the present. said the young man
growing paler, and casting a longing
look at the forest OF easels-
'Stopl Twill pay for you,' exclaimed
Roy, with a sudden impulse of friend
illness to the forloTn being. You cal
give il back-when you're able.'
He was unprepared for the tears tha
suddenly rushed into the cavernOu
hungry eyes of the latter.
Thanks. You have saved me; am
If ever forget tt
He held out one gaunt, bony hand
that still trembled In Roy's grasp.
Il believe the fellow IS hungry Ro
decided, his heart melting at III
thought.
80, after the noisy crew had dispose,
of the feast and drank the health o
the two and OF all their compatriOts, b
invited his new acquaintance TO dinner
and they grew quite confidential owe
it.
Il haven't a relative in the world bu
a maiden aunt, who believes in m
genius and sent me over here.' sal
Roy. Il had some opinion OF myself 4
home. Il thought 1 knew sOmethin
of art matters. l am now certain l az
a Ounce. I've been here a year, work
ling with 4 teacher. I've been gettin
rid of all the old methods, and haven
any new ones That's my condition a
present.
Il have not even an aunt az
alone. / depend upon myself, and hav
lived SO far said the other, who CAV
Roy a somewhat battered bit OF paste
board. That Is my Fame, and j hay
den ut that number. intend II &
In for all the prizes, and If pluck an
work can do anything l shall win. YO
have done me a service to-day
Never mind that interrupted Roy
looking at the card and reading thereo
the name OF Nathan Lang written
! bold free hand. we must stand
one another against these Philistines
In this way friendship began ths
lasted through the year. One lowerin
night toward the end of it Roy Matht
was making his way somewhat gloomil
through that picturesque tangle
streets called the Latin QUARTER. II
had Just received a letter from Aur
Roxie which he had stopped by
lighted window to read.
1t ran as follows:
. DEAR RoY-I've got to tell yo
} some bad news. There amt no e
D capin' of it, or putin of it on. BI
|, perhaps by this time, you're carvli
out your fortune. and getting able
do without help. hope you'll keep
. a straight and narrer path, and new
2 deviate into painting them the
v wenuses and Dinahs which Is pc
a yertin' public taste, and didn't ougl
to be allowed. The bad news IS that
yentured all my little fortin' in an c
5 well, which accordin' to our DeacC
q Josiah Slater was a running eighties
v thousin' barrels 4 day. Well, it's II
A off all my money, at any rate. There
an old sayin' about truth being at Il
bottom OF a well, but that wasn't Il
e one reckon. Deacon Slater 80,
t IL was to be, an It's no use gci
d acin the ordinances; but tain't clear
me as Providence had anything to