The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-04-29
THE ART STUDENT.

whole. btit M first il used to be yery an
moving in some Hays. To begin with.
they planted Inc down in such Il draft
and III the worS light possible. 50 that |
could not sec anytli ~, nor could amy
one sec me. and then they would not
give INC d new palestaI-they tried to
palm of Oh me one that belonged to a
discarded Sercitl. which mnic inc look
toI, heavy, as it was much too small.
However. ono day u waiter. who was
rI'shin;, last with 4 soup tur"en lit was
when | s:otri close to the door Of the re-
fresillnel:t room III the gallery. YOU
know. tuniled up against me and
smashed a great piece Of the pedestal.
Afterwar1. wlc,l every Oh" had gone and
the place was guIet. | just leaned overt to
n si,lc :. hit ana sid down. Hurt my
self: Oh. dear. no. Clipped my Tyre
rather. There wa Il fuss next morning
when he curator came ronnd. That
waiter got into no end Of IL row and had
TO pay for my new pedestal and Tyre. 1t
was a pity | couldn't q plain. but he was
d poor fool. and | wasn't sorry to SEE him
sacked for his dlsrespectfnl clumsluess.
There was a little student who came
TO draw here. u little hit Of q thing. with
a sallow face and Il slight limp. She was
always shabby. Her gloves tome button
black kid We're very much cracked. She
wore d battered black straw hat which
had outlived the picturesque stage, with
q wreath of limp. strcaky roses round
the crown, even in lnidwinter. Her
dress. such as it was. was gray linsey,
and her poor little square toed boots
were patched and repatchcl. The only
points about her were her clean collar
and her big. hungry eyes. She worked
for the gallery, and | heard her say she
gives lessons. | know the paw is very
small. because she doesn't have half
enough TO eat, and she certainly cannot
afford to ride or drive. because on rainy
days her feet are SO muddy. She has
very little talent. 1t is only by dint Of
sheer obstinacy she manages to draw de
Gently.
Some time ago a Young man came here
pretty frequently for several months.
He's a fine, handsome fellow. very like
that sturdy D~iscobulus you see straight
in front Of you. BY Jupiter, that boy
can draw! could tell he had it in him
the first time | saw him handle a crayon.
The little lame student was passing him
one day, looking more tired than ever.
and she tripped over the edge Of a bar
rier that had been put to screen off the
LAGOON family, who were undergoing
repairs. when down went everything
with a ~clatter, including the poor little
soul herself. The other student, whom
| will call The Boy" for distinction.
was up in a moment. had put her on her
feet again, and picked up all the dis
persed articles with a reassuring 'All
right" before you could calculate Muir
curry" She pulled herself together enough
to whisper Thank you." and limped
away.
Next day she came early and worked
assiduously. The Boy was there too. He
did not notice her, he was SO busy. Pres
emily he felt a timid pull at his sleeve
and looked up. 'Hullo." he said, with
that sunny smile of his; Il beg your
pardon, can do anything for you"
"W-would you l-l-let me look at your
drawingT' she faltered.
Certainly, but there is nothing to see.''
Well, they chatted a bit after that and
compared notes till the ice was fairly
broken, SO the time few and the little
gray student found she had forgotten all
about that tiresome foot of the Hermes
which wouldn't come right. After that
day they conversed pretty freely. Mean
while noticed a great change in her
though she still looked pinched and tired
her eyes began to have a new light in
them. the white collar was discarded for
q black lace ruffle, the poor tired roses
disappeared too, and in their place | no
ticed a large black feather, which, it is
true, soon lost it's curl and had certainly
seen better days, but still she thought it
looked smart, and that cheered her, poor
little soul. The gloves, too, were new,
or else she had managed to ink over the
purple cracks.
Some days she was there alone. and
then she would look wistfully from time
to time toward the door. Once, when a
step came swinging down the corridor,
she gave a little start, but it was only an
attendant, who was a conceited ass with
nothing to do, and he came in and bull
lied her and made himself perfectly obi
Gus. would have set my dog at him,
only fortunately the Boy turned up at
the right moment and sent the wretch
flying. I couldn't resist whispering to
my Venus what q smart fellow he was,
and she nodded a~pprovingly.
When these two got tired Of work the
Boy would sit and talk to her by the
hour together. Sometimes it was art.