St. Paul daily globe., 1892-12-27

nave an eye IOr IOrm. OnCilludliy see
the very thing | want. But there the
painters have the pull on US. Any
pretty girl, be she duchess or milk
maid, will sit to be fattered in oils by
my friend Jones. for love-for love,
mark you. With me it is different. After
weeks of delicate attention, when 4
get really shapely young person
into good humor; whenI have regaled
her and her Objectionable mamma or
aunt with pate de foie gras and cham
pagne, and then introduced them into
my great studio. carefully warmed at
considerable expense, the desired object
agrees to sit, but only in her clothes.
Fancy producing Venus Anadyomene
in her cIuthes-her accursed nineteenth
century clothes. dress improver and all.
AS for models, bah! 1t is very
curious thing. but model has only one
feature-either it is face, or bust, or
legs. or hands. There is little Jackson,
her face is lovely. but her hands!
Poor little Jackson, she has to
work so hard that her great hands
are abnormally developed. Then Rosa
Myers has. of course. all the requisites
for bust and shoulders from the sculpt-
or's idea, but she is as brown as a berry.
and has nose like all eagle. The public
admire the "Hypatia" of Robinson, II.
A. / don't. 70 me ''Hypatia" is a
monster, sort of built up Fraken-
stein'S monster.
1t is about a year ago now. had a
Hebe in my mind, and was looking for
a Hebe-a complete Hebe, form, face,
style; none of your composites for me.
l had been looking about for nearly
week. l had seen two HebeS-one was
Mrs. Gore Charmington, the profess
SiOnal beauty | would have tried it oil
with her If | had been all r. A, like
Robinson-i it would have been mutual
advertisement, but being only Jack
Harper where was the use?
Then | saw Polly JukeS. Polly is a
perfect Hebe; but Polly, though she
plays as Polly Jukes, is the wife of
Croker. the eminent low comedian, and
Croker is awfully particular. He would
never nave consented. No, there was
nothing for it but to wait. l had
gone on waiting and searching to no
purpose, as l said, for about week.
1t was in Oxford street where L
saw her, dear little woman and a
poodle dog. Hebe! Hebe! Eureka! 1t
is the only word of Greek [ know; as a
sculptor | always use it when can.
Her walk was perfect, head we'll set on,
a poetic dream. Hebc was found. She
was quietly dressed, and evidently be-
longed to the lower middle classes.
| passed her-face, the very thing;
hair, a natural wavy blonde. She led
the poodle, big white one, by chain;
the beast had bell on. AS l stopped
to study once more her spine and
shoulders. | caught my legs in the
chain and fell. 1t was just as we'll did,
for it gave me the opportunity to
speak to her. She was greatly excited.
| pretended to be hurt, but L took care
not to curse the Internal poodle. AS
soon as | got clear of the chain the beast
sat up and begged. tiicked the dust
off my knees, brushed my hat and then
stood rubbing my elbow. HeDe was
quite unhappy over it.
down, Bolor she cried, and the
demon poodle became once more dog.
Then she hoped wasn't hurt
| went off into tlowery compliment;
then Hebe laughed a little laugh; ii
charming little laugh; her teeth were
perfect. =
| offered to lead the dreadful Bolo,
and | hung on. AT first Hebe declined
to trust Bolo to my charge. Perhaps
she thought wanted to steal him; but
after while she relented. BY this time,
we had reached Portland place. She
was going, she said, innocently enough,
to Portland road station. | was also,
strange to say, going to Portland road.
Long before we got to Portland road [
had asked her to pose to me. She hesi-
tated. The woman who hesitateS is
lost. She agreed.
But she stipulated. II don't mind
posing for you," she said. ''fof your
statue, for am sure you are too much
of gentleman to ask me to do what's
wrong; but L must bring a friend. ii
only for propriety's sake; and you must
give us some supper"
Of course / closed at once. When
would she come?
"Well, if you are ready, tonight"
| jumped at it. Supper at 10 for
three. though two is company and three
is none," and here horrid visions of a
frowsy aunt or dreadful rednosed
mother flashed through my mind.
No, no; supper for four. There will
be Bolo."
AS he heard his name, the monster
commenced to walk on his hind legs. l
was leading him, and already little boys
began to follow us.
II won't forget him." l replied, with
a smile: lit is to Bolo owe this chance
of making name i'll art"
l always say that about name in
art; it invariably fetches them-it did
fetch my Hebe. Her innocent, trusting
eyes gazed fondly into mine. gave
her my card.
"At 10, thel."
But she had wiIled it otherwise. 81
will meet you at Pugsley'S at g." she
said; ST will bring my friend and
Bolo."
Bother her friend! and especially
bother Bolo! She meant coming. |
could see that. | had darkly limited at
my little suppers: l had Dragged of
champagne and pate de foie gras.
She relieved me of Bolo. and tripped
down the steps of the underground rail
way. "Pugsley's at g." she said, and
kissed her disengaged hand to me. Then
she turned the corner.
Hurried home. l had plenty to.do.
l stocked up the big stove. | wheeled
the staging, covered with its profess
sonal green baize, into the right place
near the stove, then rolled up my big
modelling frame and a great mass of
moist clay on itinto position, then put
the studio in order bit. L put
my big Japanese screen up for
her to disrobe behind--even the models
use the screen for disroblng. Then l
had in the man from the confectioner's
for the supper; glazed tongue, a pate.
some pastry, and lots OF confectionery;
three bottles of champagne: some
green Chartreuse; perhaps the
friend who played propriety would
fuddIe herself over it-old women often
do. Then bought big bouquet-they
like 1t; it is attentive. artistic and
French. Then smoked pipe quietly,
and thought of the pose of Hebe. Then
l araayed myself for conquest and
started for Pugsley's.
Now. l had never been to Pugsley's.
l knew where it was. and what it was
a music hall. a second, or even third
rate music hall in low neighborhood.
Never mind, had Hebe In prospect.
Perhaps she would not turn up; but no,
l had seen it in her eye, her honest eye; !;
she meant to come.