The Progress., 1889-03-02
lMPEcuNlous ARTISTS.
Brace Of Excellent Anecdotes from the
Pacific Coast.

Brace Of Excellent Anecdotes from the
Pacific Coast. 55
There was once q very genial band
Of painters in the city. There is still q
genial band of them. and you have to
Give the signal at the door Of the
studio before you can get in-just as
1t always has been. Tie well-known
artist was always in debt, and
in trouble with the sheriff Once
ne was in the next studio to his own,
with brother artist when there came
q knock at the door. It was not the
signal, so they knew it must be a
strang ger. They paid no attention
until the knocking grew loud, and tile
brother artist went out to the door. "A
severe looking. inarIistic man stood
there.
.Is Mr.: in?'
The artist thought it would be we'll
TO be careful. He had seen such men
himself.
Il don't know guess he's not,
since he docsn' answer"
"When will he be imp
Il don t know
"All right, I'll wait for him. and
he prepared himself to sit down on the
steps.
do you know MI: 9''
mo. But I've got to wait for him. .
An inspiration" entered the art.s5' 5
head.
You'd better come in here and
wait. You'll hear him when he comes
back
He marched the man into the studio
and gave him q seat. The two artists
went on talking. An hour passed.
The man was still there. Mr.. - did
not dare to move into his own studio,
although his hat was there, and the
other wanted to see the fun out. Ii
got TO be dusk. and still the strane eer
sat gloomily. At last he got up and
said:
Say, is that fellow ever comin'p /
am sheriff's officer. and I've got to
take charge Of tha studio Of mis-, and.
dangme, I'll break his place open''
1t was no use. The sheriff off Ger
had to get his work in.
A friend Of mine was on CO invited
to dinner at the house of another we'll.
known impecunious artist. He was
hims If bohemian, not unaccus .omed
TO pinches, and it was not surprise
to him, when. after struggling through
| mud and rain and storm, he reached
The house, TO find The artist and
| another friend in q room with a little
bit Of fire, III q very depressed condi-
tion. There was, no sign Of dinner, OF
any thing that bore the appearance OF
dinner. With very little diifidence the
host spoke up.
'Ihe fact is. we haven't got any din
ner, and we haven't got cent. How
much have you got?'
Fifteen CENTS" said the Bohemian,
feeling in his pockets. That was not
enough.
TRY the landlady"
mo go. We've tried her,
''Haventyo you got any credt?''
'.All gone. Not cents worth OF
credit anywhere in the neighborhood.
Hold on! Old Jones has ordered a
! picture from me. I've only had fifty
on account. Let's go and see if hi
won't pay up some more. -
But Jones lives at the other end o1
town."
We'll take the ear. Your fifteer
cents will do, and we'll go to a Fren eli
res aurant and have royal dinner
They started, and after a long ride
came to Jones house. Jones and. hi.
entire family were out. Sadly they
| turned away and wondered dow1
town. Finally they met afellow they
kew, who was quite glad to get then
out Of their difficulty, and in abou
fifteen minutes they had forgotten al
.sbout being hard up, and were al
! happy Us the proverbial clam at the
proverbial condition of tile. San
| francisco Chronicle.