The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-09-14
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Before mans work IL established in
value among the picture buyers he has !
very often great hardshirs. There are /
tragedies II the studios tia: seldom g-at I
into the newspapers One Of our be4Ss I
known and most prosperous portrait +
painters lived for months On the inca
gerest fare when he came holae from
Paris, too proud TO let his friends know .
his stra=itesled circumstances and too lit j
tie OF a business man 10 disTsJse of his /
sketches.
What little money lao had was spent /
In hiring a model. Had il not been foi /
the quick wit aud kind hearteslness Of /
that young woman her employer would
probably have starved. One morning /.
she came hurriedIy into the squalid /
studio. crying:
Il have sold il! have sold itr'
Sold WHAT asked the young painter. |
looking wecrlly mp from his canvas
That sketch You made OF me last
weeE," continued the model breathless
ly. An old friend of mine met me in
the street just now and said he would
give so for a picture of lie, and closed
the bargain with him at once. Here is
the money. Now will bundle up the
sketch and take il to him at once"
Before the astonished artist could ut
ter protest she had disappeared with
the canvas. 4 few minutes later the
model returned, and declaring that as
she got the money she should have the
partial spending Of it seized s. bill
and rushed to the nearest restaurant,
where she bought a luxurious breakfast
and had it sent TO the studio
The painter and his friend had merry
meal together. 1t was his first stroke of
good luck since he came back from
Paris, and it put such fresh ambition in
TO his brushes that he presently OBJ
tanned several commissions for pictures
and became comparatively prosperous.
In the exultation of his success he
quite forgot the poor girl who sold his
first picture. One night as he was going
to fashionable reception grimy news
boy came to his studio and whispered
hOarsely:
Say. mister, she's a-dyin."
who's dying asked the painter.
why" continued the youngster, .her
as used to stand fur her picter. She's
a-dyin, l tells yer, an she keeps a-ravin
an a-ravin about yer name tibet | thought
as how I'd come an tell ye. An foun
out where We lived, an / COM If We
doano were Cherry street is, I'll show
ye, if ye wants to see her afore she
croaks."
Plotted by the newsboy, the artist made
his way to the attic Of tenement in one
of the poorest quarters of the city. On
mattress stretched on the floor the
model lay, delirious, in the final stage of
consumption.
Sending the newsboy hurriedly for
physician, the artist knelt by the girls
side and tried to recall her wandering
senses But the dying woman looked at
him blankly and turned away, moaning
some confused thought about saving
somebody's life.
HE was so good and kind. and Iloved
him so until the grand ladies took him
away from me-" she whispered. Maybe
he has forgotten me, maybe he has for
gotten. But have got it still, and when
l get well and can make some money |
mean to get it framed
A few minutes later the poor creature
threw back her head and was still. AS
the painter drew an end Of the ragged
coverlet over her face he gave a cry of
agony. The glazed eyes of the dead wo-
man were staring at a canvas hung on
| the wall. 1t was the sketch she had
bought from him out of her meager
earnings when he was on the verge of
starvation. New York Cor. Boston
| Globe.
Waiting For the Millennium.
March is past and gone. The sun
| rose, set and rose again. The earth
| turned round after its usual fashion. It's
hundreds of millions of inhabitants got
up, went about their business and lay
| down again to sleep. Only in the Me-
mortal hall In Harrington street of the
city of London was any watch kept
upon the fleeing hours or any note
made of the fateful steps of time.
Out of all the swarming millions that
crawl upon this earth only some 90 men
and 300 women cared to mark the fact
that another year had come and gone;
| CQdU l 900 years W6I0 no" pdSScu, dIlu
only three more years remained in which
to prepare for the coming millennium.
| The Memorial hall, we learn, had been
suitably decorated for the occasion with
huge cartoons representing the Dream
Of Nebuchadnezzar," the Dream Of
Daniel" and the Pale Horse of Pesti-
lence," and there beneath these pleasant
emblems of prophecy sat the faithful
few, while the latter day prophets ex-
pounded to them the dread meaning of
the Apocalypse.
| Only three more years! On March 5,
| 1896, the end of this world, the resurrec-
ton of saints, and the ascension of 14,-
600 living Christians will take place, and
| the $50 watchful Christians of Earring
| don street will meet with the reward Of
their pious vigilance.-London Specta-
tor.
| Mother of Pearl In Again.
Mother O. pearl always reminds me
of old times" said Daniel Simpson, land
am real glad to see 1t coming into fash