San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-02-24
THE ART STUDENT.

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whole, but at first it used to be very an
noying in some ways. To begin with,
they planted me down in such draft
and in the worst light possible, so that |
could not see anything, nor could any
one see me, and then they would not
give me a new pedestal-they tried to
palm off on me one that belonged to a
discarded Nereid, which made me look
top heavy, as it was much too small.
However, one day a waiter, who was
rushing past with a soup tureen lit was
when stood close to the door Of the re-
freshment room in the gallery, you
know, tumbled up against me and
smashed great piece of the pedestal.
Afterward, when every one had gone and
the place was quiet, just leaned over to
one side bit and slid down. Hurt my
self Oh, dear, no! l Clipped my Tyre
rather. There was fuss next morning
when the curator came round. That
waiter got into no end Of row and had
to pay for my new pedestal and Tyre. 1t
was pity couldn't explain, but he was
apoor fool, and wasn't sorry to see him
sacked for his disrespectful clumsiness.
There was a little student who came
TO draw here, little bit of thing, with
sallow face and slight limp. She was
always shabby. Her gloves Zone button
black kid) were very much cracked. She
wore battered black straw hat which
had outlived the picturesque stage, with
q wreath of limp, streaxy roses round
the crown, even in midwinter. Her
dress, such as it was, was gray linsey,
and her poor little square toed boots
were patched and repatched. The only
points about her were her clean collar
and her big, hungry eyes. She worked
for the gallery, ard heard her say she
gives lessons. / know the pay 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 80 muddy. She has
very little talent. 1t is only by dint Of
sheer obstinacy she manages to draw de-
csntly.
Some time ago young man came here
pretty frequently for several months
Hes fine, handsome fellow, very like
that sturdy Discobulus you see straight
In front of you. BY Jupiter! that boy
can drawl could tell he had it in him
the first time l saw him handle crayon
The little lame student was passing him
one day, looking more tired than ever
and she tripped over the edge of bar
rier that had been put to screen off the
LAGOON family, who were undergoing
repairs, when down went everything
with clatter, including the poor little
soul herself. The ether student, whom
Twill call The Boy" for distinction
was up in moment, had put her on hel
feet again, and picked up all the dis
persed articles with a reassuring cali
right" before you could calculate "lIur.
curry" She pulled herself together enough
to whisper Thank you" and Gmpe@
away.
Next day she came early and worked
assiduously. The Boy was there too. &c
did not notice her, he was so busy. Pres.
emily he felt timid pull at his sleeve
and looked up. "Hullo," he said, with
that sunny smile of his; II beg your
pardon, can do anything for your"
"W-wOuld you l-l-let me look at your
drawing?" she faltered.
Certainly, but there is nothing to see.H
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 new light in
them. the white collar was discarded for
q black lace ruffie, the poor tired roses
disappeared too, and in their place no
ticed a large black feather, which, it is
true, soon lost its 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
10 time toward the door. Once, when
step came swinging down the corridor,
abe 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
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