The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-05-14
Dick dropped into char and ecas fast asleep

Dick dropped into a chair and eUas fast asleep
in q minute
interested in, the net result is called fame,
reputation, or notoriety, according to the
taste and fancy of the speller, my lord !"
81 know that as well as you do. Give me
credit for a little gumption."
''Be hanged if [ doc"
BE hanged, then: you probably will be
for spy, by excited Turks. Heigho! I'm
weary, dead weary, and virtue has gone out
of me-" Dick dropped into chair and was
fast asleep in minute.
That's bad sign" said the Nilghai, in
an undertone.
Torpenhow picked the pipe from the
waistcoat where it was beginning to burn,
and put pillow behind the head. eve
can't help; we can't help, he said. Its
good ugly sort of old cocoanut, and I'm fond
of it. There's the scar of the wipe he got
when he was cut over in the square,"
"Shouldnt wonder if that has made him
a trife mad"
81 should. He's most business-lilze mad
man"
Then Dick began to snore furiously.
''Oh, here, no affection can stand this sort
of thing Wake up, Dick, and go and sleep
somewhere else if you intend to make
noise about it,"
''When cat has been out on the tiles all
night" said the 'Nilghai in his beard, Il
notice that she usually sleeps all day This
is natural history"
Dick staggered away rubbing his eyes and
yaWning.
He did no work Of any kind for a week.
Then came another Sunday. He dreaded
and longed for the day always, but since
the red-haired girl had sketched him there
was rather more dread than desire in his
mind
He discovered that Maisie had entirely
neglected his suggestions about line work
She had gone off at score filled with some
absurd notion for fancy head" 1t cost
Dick something to command his temper.
WHAT the good of suggesting nything?"
he said, pointedly.
''Ah but this will be a picture-a real
picture; and I know that Kami will let me
send it to the Salon. You don't mind, do
you?"
Il suppose not. But you won't have time
for the Salon"
Maisie hesitated little. She even felt
Were going over to France month
sooner because of it. I shall get the idea
sketched out here and work it up at KANT s."
Dicks heart stood still and ne came very
near to being disguised with his queen who
could do no wrong. "Just when l thought
had made some Roadway, she goes off chas-
ing butterflies It's too maddening.n
There was no possibility Of arguing, for
nod ooi ciTl was in tho c4119iO Dick
could only look unutterable reproach.
TN sorry" he said, and I think you
make a mistake But what's the idea Of
your sew picture?" -.
Il took it from a book"
''That's bad to begin with. Books aren't
the places for pictures. And"
Its this, said the red-haired girl behind
him. II was reading it to Maisie the other
day from the City Of Dreadful Night D'you
know the lcok!"
"a little. am sorry I spoke. There are
pictures in it. What has taken her fancy!"
THE description of the Melancolia:
Her folded wings as of a mighty eagle,
But all too impotent to lift the regal
Robustness of her earth-born strength and
pride.
And here again. Maisie, get the tea dear.
4
and dreams
The houshold bunch of keys, the housewives
gown,
As though shell Of FURNISHED metal frgid
Her feet thick-sEod TO tread all weakness
down..
There was no attempt TO conceal the scOrn
of the lazy voice. Dick WINGED.
'sBut that has been done already by an
obscure artist Of the name of Durer," said
he. How does the poem run?
'VThreo centuries and threescore years ago
Wi II phantasies Of his peculiar thought
You might just as well try to rcwrite Ham
let It will be waste of time"
mo, it won't said Maisie, putting down
the teacups with clattcr to reassure herself.
'And I mean to Go it. Can't you see what
beautiful thing it would make!"
'.Iow il perdition can one DO work when
one hasn't had the proper training: ANY
fool can set notion. 1t needs training to
drive the thing through-training and con-
viction: not rushing after the first fancy"
Dick spoke between his Lleth.
"You don't understand" said NIaisie. Il
think I can do it."
Again the voice OF the girl behind him:
.Baff1ed and beaten back, she works on still;
Weary and sick of soul, she works the more.
Sustained by her indOmitahle viii, :.
The hands shall fashion, and the brain snal
pour.
4 nd all her sorrow shall be turned to labor
fancy Maisie means to embody herself IN
,he picture"
Sitting on a throne of rejected picturesa
No, I shan't dear. The notion in itself has
fascinated me. OF course, you don't care
for fancy heads, Dick. l don't think you
:ould do them. You like blood and bones"
That's 9 direct challenge. If you can do
! Melancolia that isn't merely a sorrowful
female head, I can do better one; and l
will, too. What do you know about Melan-
,olias!" Dick firmly believed that he was