The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-05-31

81. MIR. sherman, ahn one OF that
nomadic tribe who know not what an
hour may bring forth. II my menu
OF to-day comprehends nightingnles'
tongues and brains of humming birds,
tomorrow [ may subsist on such
plcbeian diet as ham and eggs. / have
no regular occupation, although / am
quite sure Of myself in music. Do
YOU think eau find clientele, as a
lawyer would say?"
"ln New York you can find any
thing but the lost bone of the
megatherium. answered. ''But as
you know. the times are very much
ont Of joint commercially, and mere
| newspaper advertisement or sign-
board might not attract to your
Golfers as much as q punched shekel.
Have you lettersr'
"Alasl !" he said, with sigh, "then
the door of the -Four Hundred has
no ear for Open, Wheat Open,
Barley, but hears only the magic
word Of Sesame have no certifi.
/ Gates of cntrec.
/ "Can you not get them -
al know no one who knows my one.
/ In the mad revel of Chicago society
during the fair, in which lived those
months, no valuable acquisition to my
social store was made, and in expec.
tation of the inertia which follows the
activity Of such splendid enterprises,
| took an impromptu leave of the
wild woolly West and came East :;
aud here am, without tag of
creiencc.
"But your antecedents? You lived
previously to the Worlds Fair"
"Ycs only Minerva sprang into
| full being. But for reasons which /
cannot now disclose there hangs veil
back of my advent in Chicago which
hides all my past. Let it he sufficient
for you to know, Mr.. Sherman, that
am one who stands neither outlawed,
communicated, nor infamous"
How could believe otherwise OF
this fair, ingenious young person,
who seemed to have no other art than
spontaneous flow of natural charm.
If there was mystery in his life
was strongly impressed that it was not
of criminal kind.
"rhe prospects are not very fatter-
ing, Mr.. Bonynge, assured him,
"but what can he done shall be done.
My own influence is yours.
My social ramitications we're great
in consequence of long residence in
polite profession, but an extended
inquiry elected no encouragement for
my neighbor's exchequer. Neither
was he idle, for one day was at the
Office of a publication on Sixteenth
street, and there, among cosmopoli-
tan jam of applicants for book keep
ing position, was poor Henri, who,
with every one of the hungry-pursed
human melange, was hopeful of oh.
tanning the service. Alas for the
hearts of the niDety-and.nin who
went out into the street with despair
emphasized
! ensconced myself behind a news
paper and watched the grinding of the
mill The faces were little winter
ana er as they passed vIrough,
and Henri filed into place and
stood ,nere expectsntly 1 heard the
examiner say, Your work is correct
in all but the superduous iournalizing.
You give cash both debt and credit,
whereas the balance shouldi he given.
Next" Alas, for Bonyng&! For no
one else, of course. He reminded me
of Frankenstein, although his craving
for sympathy was not in vain. |
joined him on the street and locked
arms with him. Tears were in his
eyes.
81 have missed you at the table"
ventured lis this, then, the reason?"
IL am very poor, Mr. sherman.
"And hungry? Almighty Father,
tell me not so
IL was driven into one of these
places to-day and he indicated Il
saloon where free lunches were OBJ
tainablc.
pressed his arm little more sym.
pathetically and led him along in sill
ence to our rooms.
"Now," | commenced, with COM
mcrcial stoicism and monitorial gray.
ity, 81 have work for you to do. |
am going TO paint Cleopatra and her
asylum, and | want you to pose for
Tue in the dramatis person@ of the
queen, Charmion and Iris. This work
will give you competence equal to
your immediate wants at least, aud if
the contract is sealed will pay in adj
vance, and with this pressed some
money into his palm.
81 cannot accept this, he protested,
with tears of gratitude yelling into
the soft reservoirs of liquid light like
sunshine pouring into fountain; sit
is charity, for you conceived the paint.
ing to help me, -
"No, didn't, The motive is purely
mercenary. ! want to- hang the pie
ture by a golden cord in some million
aires gallery; my name shall be on
the corner in immortal pigment
Sentiment-pooh But if you are not
willing to work, even thouS Sh the kind
] il m M am hitiona I aunnnal oan m -