Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-11-16

The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn,
When the smoke of the cooking hung gray;
He knew where the doe made couch for her
fawn.
Ard he looked to his strength for his prey.
But the moon swept the smoke-wrearhs away.
And he turned from his meal in the villagers
close,
And he bayed to the moon as she rose.
In Seonee
"Well, and how does success taste?" said
Torpenhow, some three months later. He
had just returned to chambers after holi-
day in the country.
Good" said Dick, as he sat licking his
lips before the easel in the studio. 81 want
more-heaps more. The lean years have
passed, and 1 approve of these fat Ones"
"Be careful, old man. That way lies bad
work"
Torpenhow was sprawliHg in long chair
with a small fox-terrier asleep on his chest,
while Dick was preparing a canvas. A das,
a background and a lay-fgure were the only
fixed objects in the place. They rose from a
wreck OF oddments that began with felt
covered water bottles, belts and regimental
badges, and ended with a small bale of Sec
ond-hand uniforms and stand of mixed
arms. The mark of muddy feet on the dais
showed that military model had just gone
away. The watery autumn sunlight was
failing and shadows cat in the corners of
the studio.
"Yes," said Dick, deliberately, "I like
the power; like the fun; like the fuss;
and above all l like the money. l almost
like the people who make the fuss and pay
the money. Almost. But they're queer
gang-an amazingly queer gangp'
"They have been good enough to you, at
any rate. That tinpot exhibition of your
sketches must have paid. Did you see that
the papers called it the Wild Work Show"
"Never mind. L sold every shred of
canvas 1 wanted to; and, on my word, 1 be-
lieve it was because they believe 1 was a
selftaught fagstone artist. l should have
got better prices if had worked my things
on wool or scratched them on camel bone
instead of using mere black and white and
color. Verify, they are queer gang, these
people Limited isn't the word to describe
'em. 1 met a fellow the other day who told
me that it was impossible that shadows on
white sand should be Observation-Disclosures
they are. l found out later that that man
had been as far as Brighton beach; but he
knew all about art, confound him. He gave
ME lecture on it, and recommended me to
go to school to learn technique. L wonder
what old Kami would have said to that"
"When were you under kami, man of
extraordinary beginnings ?''
81 studied with him for two years in
Paris. He taught by personal magnetism.
All he ever said was, 'Continuez, mes en-
fants,' and you had to make the best you
could of that. He had divine touch, and
he knew something about color. Kami
used to dream color. I swear he could
never have seen the genuine article; but he
evolved it; and it was good"
"Recollect some of these views in the Sou
DAMP" said Torpenhow, with a provoking
drawl.
Dick squirmed in his place. "Don't. 1t
makes me want to get out there again.
What color that was! Opal and umber and
amber and claret and brick-red and sulphur
-cockatoo-crest sulphur-against brown,
with a nigger-black rock sticking up in the
middle of it all, and decorative frieze of
camels festooning in front of pure pale
turquoise sky" He began to walk up and
down. And yet, you know, if you try to
give these people the thing as God gave it
keyed down to their comprehension and ac-
cording to the powers He has given you
Modest man! Go on."
"Half dozen epicene young pagans who
haven't even been to Algiers will tell YOU,
first, that you notion is borrowed, and, sec
ondly, that 1t isn't art"
''This comes of nv leaving town for a
month. Dickie, you've been promenading
among the toy shops and hearing people
talk"
"I-couldn't help it." said Dick, penitent-
ly. You weren't here, and it was lonely
these long evenings. A msr can't work
forever"
"a man might have gone to a pub. and
got decently drunk"
II wish I had; but forgsthered with
some men of sorts. They said they were
artists, and knew some of them could draw
but they wouldn't draw. They gave me
tea-tea at in the sfternoonl-and talked
about art and the state of their souls. As il
their souls mattered. I've heard more about
art and seen less Of her in the last siz