The record-union., 1894-05-05

sounding whacks as though all were
lost.
"Of course she found out you were
very nice and all that" resumed Emily,
"but-"
Yes, but you see we, Emily and T."
interrupted Cecil, 'are tired of art and
artists; awfully tired. We haven't heard
else in Boston since we were so
high," measuring the hight OF her knee
daintily, land we really, really now
don't want our home turned into shop,
you know"
And we don't like the smell of paint,
either" added Emily earnestly. $50 we
made it up between us to run back and
make you promise, like dear good men
now. to never, never, never follow our
sisters!o
"For they'll forget you in a little while.
you see," urged Cecil comfortingly.
And you'll forget them in just no
time, you know" insisted Emily.
There's mother calling!-promlse now,
do!''
Eyes, do" pleaded Cecil energetically.
'Oh, of course we PROMISE" they echoed
radiantly together. WED do a little
thing like that for you, certainly"
"Thats just lovely. That's perfectly
splendid" they cried in chorus, waving
pretty adieus at the smiling artists and
"Oh, yes. we'u promise, eh, Harry, old
boy?" shouted Jack grasping Harry's
hand, gleefully.
well promise to see Mother Manley
before O'Clock tonight, or die in the at
tempt" retorted Casselearth ecstatlcally.
There's American frankness for you,
Jack. Bless the souls and bodies of those
little vixens. Don't like the smell of
paint, either? And they're tired of art,
80 Oi1 hoa
Well, well, well!'
Then the figure painter and the land
Scape artist waltZed about the dim old
Partisan studio until the dust was shaken
from It's properties" the portraits of the
four fair girls trembled violently upon
their ramshackle easels, and the gray old
concierge, with an apologetic 'mon
dieu," inserted his shaggy head within
the doorway to receive polite dismissal
and five-franc piece for his sympathetic
and apprehensive attentiveness.
Whatever their emotions that evening
on their way to, or while visiting, the
handsome Mrs. Manley at her hotel;
whatever their diplomatic speeches or
the earnest and kindly rejoinders of the
loving and lovely mother, the two artists
bore the proud air of victors when re-
turning from their bold mission. They
had also received additional impressive
revelations of character,
One of these was in the sentiment on
the part of Mrs. Manley that, as her
daughters had always been her dearest
friends, she had regarded a settle
ment of respectability and very earn
est ambition upon them by their fu-
ture life companions as of more import
ance than mere wealth. Out of this and
other kind reciprocal sentiments grew a
pleasant and hopeful, though serious,
compact.
This was in effect that, when the artists
had been recognized by the admission of
their work into either the Paris salon or
the National Gallery of London, they
should be at liberty, if the feelings of the
interested parties remained unchanged,
to proceed in life according to their
hearts dictation.
So it was with more than ordinary
promptings to effort that the two artists
had pitched their tent among the Arabs
under shadows Of the Kasbah of Algiers
for winters study Of Moorish scenes
and life.
Enraptured, as all artists are with the
mysterious. indeffnable charm of orien-
tai life OF old Algiers, Casselearth and
Madder at once determined upon the
largest breadth of study. First they
made long trips into the country to fa-
miliarize themselves with the extraor-
binary atmospheric conditions of the
region, without knowledge of which no
true painting of Algerian scenes can be
made.
They next devoted themselves to the
marvellous semi-tropical trees, plants and
flowers. Days were devoted to so appa-
rently simple thing as hedge of aloes.
The palm, standing like giant sentinel
upon dreary hight, clustered IN groups
along the dusty ways leading to the Sa-
hara wastes, leaning in weird isolation
beside some lonely tomb, or still rising
above the shadowy court or twilight
street and reaching its majestic branches
and pointed leaves TO the glittering sun
light above the white and cleaning walls,
became an exciting triumph in mastery
OF its detail.
So, too, the bristling cacti, the wild pal
mettos which spread their luxurious fans
so beautifully upon the ground, the
almond orchards, the olive groves and
masses of caroD trees, the hedges of Bar
barry fig, the dusky orange and lemon
groves, lines of stately cypress, flowers
and blossoming shrubs gorgeous as those
of Cuba, and gnarled and stately eucalyp-
tus trees which CULVER and sough above
the Moslem graves, were all, in infinite
variation of light. shade, position and
form, transferred in artists memoran-
dunn ''bits" TO their huge portfolios.
This done, the street life and architect
ure in all their dazzling and weird variety
were taken up, bit by bit, piece by piece,
the separate type and tone of each stud
led, contrasted, analyzed and mastered
in detail, and then in that larger and
more important way of their true rela-
ton to each other, which finally brought
them, after four months of unstinted and
glorious labor, to decision of subjects
for the canvas which should win them
fame and wives together.
Jack MadGer had settled upon "The
White Dove at Sunrise.u For thousand
years the Arabs have lovingly called
their fair city on the hillside 1.-The White
Dove.' The scene was from the very
spot where they worked upon the ter.
race.
To the right and left in the lowest FORE
ground were the copings OF the roof ter
races with Moorish women in vraious at
fitudes of idle contemplation of glorious
scene beneath.
1t was city of white roofs, cupolas and
towers, sweeping down and away to the
sea, the mass of white broken now anG
then by tiny courts filled with verdure
and bloom, by awnings of strange. bar.
barrie color, by pink, blue and saffron
shutters, the whole gridironed by sinu.
Gus, crossing lines of shadowy. winding
streets, and at last descending into the
cleaning white of the harbor sails far
far below.
Then came the opalescent waters of the
bay. A dark line beyond, like the horn
of bronzed crescent, showed where Cape
Matifou swept around into the sea, whose
puce-like cleaning suggested bed OF
molten lava. Beyond. Djurdura and the
mountains Of Kabylia. stretching far tc