Morning journal and courier., 1894-05-05

pearl, in cups and dagons of gilt, with spoons of tortoise shall-to hnd every pose, every attitude and every accessory reproduced for them in the most faithful and minute detail.
 They had toiled like heroes, fearful of the harem's captiousness or some unfor- seen mischance, and not until nearly the end of the fifth day's labor had they felt sufficiently secure for an instant's comment upon their subjects or their extraordinary aituation.
 "Great scotti" ventured Nadder, sure of their models ignorance of the Engiish tongue, "now If we are ever lucky enough l ladies would only let their limbs out like these, our fortunes would certainly be | madel"
 "Nonssnsei" returned his companion warmly, "Amsriean and English women are about as tractable as cast iron to an | artist. Finest wives under the sun; but grand as those Manley ladies are, put them in poses like these, and in ten seconds they would be all drawn into the shape of saw horses with perfect colio of assumed mod esty." ....-..-..-.z. cor would shriek in horror and run away. Confound 1t, Harry. Let's way lay the shiek and elope with the entire out "Aereed, Jack. I've noticed more than one kindly glance already from their kohl cireled eyes. Ben LaA would do away
 with the old wretch for less than 2 hun dred francs. Bring our work right into the place, chs Whewi what would Harriet and Edith say if they could here us going on this wsyf'
 "We'd get the sack, surel But, Harry, do you know you're painting all those Aanley ladies here, rather than these Moor | ieh womena" ..-
 "Can't help it, Jack. I've tried my best
 to keep their forms and features out of the composition. l can't do it altogether,
 The artists were here startled by the quick drawing of the curtains, while smothered laughter from the harsm was distinctly audible.
 'Short shift to dayl Times not nearly | up, either. They can't defeat us now. You're bound for the Paris salon, Harry. Edith or no Edithi" With which they with 1 drew to their workshop on the distant ter | race.
 They were promptly ct work the next morning with the flush of victory upon them, for drawing and detail were now so perfected that nothing short of complete | destruction of Casselearth's canvas could prevent its successful completion.
 In this condition of feeling they were in-
 dulging in further light and airy bandiage.
 "Jack, insisted Casselearth with some feeling, 'I'm half in love with the entire
 hsrem and wholly in love with that central
 figure facing us. To me she is Edith Man
 ley reincsrnsted in that Moorish woman
 If lose Edith, I'll return here for that
 houri if have to murder the old shsik
 myselfl'
 "By Jupiterl That's precisely my feel
 ing for her companion, the one with her
 face half turned this way. I'll make the
 same confession about her. We'll bs com
 panions in crime, and divide the hsrem be-
 tween usl"
 The words were no more than spoken
 when the silvery bell again rang and the
 curtains closed in upon them.
 "Our sentiments seem to have an odd
 effect upon the machinery of this placer
 exclaimed Cssselearth in alarm. , ''Not time for coffee, eitheri" returned Nadder impatiently.
 They waited for a long time in silence. , Much hurried rustling was heard within the , court. The two men whispered together in
 puzzled trepidation. Suddenly Mahommed Ben Lszl appeared, apparently overcome by fright and agitation.
 , "Bismsllahl Blsmsllshi" he groaned "The sheikl-the sheik" and then as sud
 denly vanished in the direction of the
 street entrance.
 "We're in for 1t now, Madden Will we , murder bim sure enoughf"
 "Murder nothiDgl" his companion whis
 pered. as @ loud summons was heard some
 where in the vicinity of the vestibule
 "Ill put up my flyers with the old rascal ? while you get out of here lively with that z wet canvasl"
 A clang of the grated door was heard ! Ejaculations of "Bismallahl" from the lip, of their servant followed. The crouchins
 listeners heard rapid strides past them 1T
 the direction of the center of the court 3 Cssselearth, canvas in hand and prepared for flight, and Madder in attitude of ag gressiveness of defence, slinking bacl F against the walls, again heard the tinkl, 1. of the silvsry bell.
 ! Instantly the curtains were drawn. 4 i. flood of light and laughter poured in upol T being beheaded by glssminR scimitar in thu ' hands of veDgeful sheik, but the laughing
 triumphant, uproarious faces of their be trotheds, mother, hoyden sisters and all , in becoming Christian attire, with thef 4 real sheik beside them, as fine little Bos 2 ton business man as ever gloated over ! lobster salad or wore side whiskers, con vulsed with merriment and enjoying thu : artist's discomfiture and his family
 brilliant gibes and taunts as the grestes lark of all his happy life.
 But Harry Casselearth and Jack Nadde nevertheless did find entrance to the Pari = salon with their splendid paintings of''Th White Dove at Sunrise," and 'In the Hs 7, rem;" they did gain the hands of the wo men they loved; and while they have live: 8 to change their convictions regarding som'
 artistic qualities of English and American . women, they have never been led to con r fess regret for their free-hand conversation 8 in certain Algerian interior, while tn, l victims of merry models and masks