The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-01

in the family carriage was sstonished to OBJ
serve 3 young artist whom she had met
some time before at fashionable dinner
party carrying bucket of coal TO his stu
did, A more diplomatic person would have
driven on without pretending to notice the
incident. But this particular young woman
was so astonished at seeing the wit and lion
OF social gathering engaged in such a me-
NAL occupation that she motioned her coaah-
man TO stop, and alighting from her car
riage. desired an explanation from her
friend of his extraordinary conduct. He
was not at all embarrassed. Setting his
coal bucket down ne said laughingly:
20. that's nothing. Ny coal is out, and
they haven't sent me the ton I ordered.
have model up stairs and couldn't ask
the poor thing 60 pose for Venus in a cold
room. 50 went to the grocery and got u
bucketful, and here l am" Whereat he
lifted his bat, picked up his burden and dis
appeared up the stairs.
IL must not be imagined because these
young fellows live in their studios and gem
orally COOK their own meals that they are to
be sympathized with. No bachelor In New
York has more en- ioyment out Of life than
a painter. One OF his first purchases Is a
gas stove, with its various cooking appar-
abuses. By the aid of this instrument he
can prepare meals as sppetizing, il not
quite so elaborate, as those Of the Hoff-
man house. Usually his meals are
simple, a breakfast OF coffee, rolls
light luncheon OF anything handy, eaten
hurriedly in order to save the precious
hours OF light. When darkness falls, the
young painters appetite asserts itself. He
either goes TO an Italian or, as his finances
may be, 60 a fashionable restaurant and
da@dies for two hours over table d'hote
or else, goes to bis cupboard and finds enough
- snln hNy-~ 80 ehsnz
four courses. Usually he has company.
Dinners in studio building are like pros
gressive euchre parties-the artists go fro m
table TO table, one night gathering in Jones'
room another In Browns, third ia Rob-
inson's.
Nader Lake, the genre painter, now rich
and famous, gave dinner one Sunday ten
years ago to half dozen young fellows,
poets, painters, musicians. literary Begin
ners. aud the like. 1t was bitter cold day
and bowling snow storm prevailed.
"Say, fellows" remarked Fixstif, in
whose studio they had been smoking all the
afternoon, I'm hungry, and IN be blsst II
have anything in the larder except crackers
and cheese. Let's dine with Lake"
Without apology Lakes studio was in
vaded and the proposal made to him. He
was onite willing, but all the supplies he bad
were pound Of porterhouse steak, some
mutton chops aud some vegetables.
1.-THE very thing" cried John Moran.
''Fe.lows, you have never eaten one OF my
harlcots. Well, you shall to-day. Have you
any wine, Lakem
"Two dozen claret." said the host
"Sit down, then, with a bottle, every
mothers con Of you," said John Moran,
''and watch ME make hericot."
Whereupon be took off his coat, tiet.
piece Of Lakes silken drapery around him,
aud after an hours preliminary work had
the ingredients cooking slowly over
CRATE fire. The poet lighted cigar, and
turuing to the company, remarked benig-
nantly ''Voicii Within half an hour you
shall saste a repast 1T for the OIympian
godsp
Then ensued an extraordinary thing.
MeRilps the dog painter. happened to state
that for his part be always had a very poor
opinion Of Swlnburne. That set Moran of.
He had been silently engrossed over the pot
for long lime, but now be was ready for
an argument. Megilps' unfortunate remark
gave him the cue, end Moran seized 1t at
once. He had just sold poem TO the Cent
urn. and spoke with authority add q faint
but musical brcgue He was a good Salker.
and everybody listened approvingly. Sud-
denly there arose what seemed to be sim
infamous wsil Of horror from the COM
pany, sThe baricot Is fcorchingP So ID
was. Moran dropped bis eloquence and
grabbed held Of the cookin G pot. But the
vegetables and meat alike we're burnt, nause-
Gus in odor, and equally disngreeable II