Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1894-09-01
The Picture On TIE Cuff.
BY HARRY HOW.

I had known Franklin about
month. He was man worth know
sng. His honest and genal.looking
face spoke truly of the honor of his
heart within. and his friendship was
something to be desired. Moreover,
he was clever, very clever, and
smorg his associates was freely re-
garded as an artist who some day
would be with the much-coveted X.
A. after his name. was, therefore,
particularly happy when he asked
,ac tn come round and smoke q pipe
with him in his studio. 1t was typi-
cal Bohemian little den in Chelsea
q studio among studios, for it was
situated among n number of such
painting rooms" in building
specially designed for the purpose.
His greeting, as / anticipated, was
most cordial. We lighted our pipes,
ard, as though we had known one an
.sther for years, he took me by the
arm. and, walking me around his
studio, commenced pointing out the
various curios and the like hanging
upon the walls and crowding corners
Ia picture sque negligence.
One curiosity In u little black
and gold frame, however, seemed to
fmpress me more than anything else.
Ic was linen shirt cuff, and on IL,
drawn in pencil, was the face Of a
beautiful girl. l recognized the fea.
txsreS at once; 1t was the face that
figured in his celebrated picture,
Tired o! Life" which created such
n sensation with the public, and
made such marked Impression on
tise art critics two years ago Mt one
OF the great art exhibitions in Lon-
don. Franklin noticed and under.
stood my curiosity.
'tSit down, old fellow" he said
pointing TO u basket chair covered
with lowered cretonne. Curiosity
aroused, eh?"
I admitted that it ives.
Well" he said, II am just In the
humor for telling the story, and ]
ti,ink you will vote it a pretty ono
Yes, and as romantic rs the finale OF
Is wss happy. This Is linen shirt
cu6," and he reached 1t down from
the wall and the face you see there
was the one which went into my
Tired OF Life. ;"
j told him recognized it as soon
IL I saw it.
'I was walking along the embank.
szsent one day little more than two
years ago" Franklin commenced,
trying TO hit upon u good subject for
= picture. ] paced up and down tho
water side for an hour or more, but
still without an idea. ! was just
about TO turn down the road leading
back to my place when ! saw wo.
man coming along. Her eyes seem.
ed 20 be !!yed upon the water. ! had
never seen such II sorrowful face be-
fore: so pale and so sad; there was
trouble written on every feature. Yet
it was very beautiful face, and It
seemed to inspire me In IN instant,
end the subject had been in search
Of appeared to be mine at last. Now,
You must know that have n habit
Of sketchinga striking or character
4istic face upon my cuffs likely 10
stand me in good stead for introduc.
ipg into picture. Fortunately for
nae the woman stood quite still for q
Sew moments leaning over the stone
work and gazing dreamily into the
SKATER. Ny pencil was out in an in
Stant, and her face was quickly trans,
Lesred to my cuff. felt very excl
Ted. Here, here was my subject! the
Eery thing. But possibly she might
nose as model for me, thought.
Better still.
Il crossed to her, and, raising my
hat, spoke. She started and looked
Mt me with tear and trembling,
apoiogized to her for the strange in
SEPARATION that her presence had sug
.gested to me. / told her was an ar
fist; that her face had given me NJ
idea that might possibly bring M
fame and fortune. Tired OF Life,
should call II. Again l apologizec
AS | further explained to her my idea
she stared at me vacantly.
1T will be the picture OF n younI
and beautiful woman," ! said, "ga
zing dreamily into the water by night
and seeing in the dark stream a rest
ing place for her and her troubles
Would she become q model for m
picturef" saw how poorly she wa
clad, so ! felt should not be insult
ing her II / told her | would pay he
for her services.
She started and trembled at m.
request. She looked at me in u wa
L shall never forget. ,
"'Do you know-do you know sh
said, but no, OF course, you cannot
must 90; please let me go. car
not do as you ask.
1.-THE woman made movement.
'' You seem in trouble, | salt
and putting my hand in my pocket
we'll, the truth is, old fellow, gay
her a sovereign. | shall never forg
the grateful look she gave me; tie
vas smile there, and tears were
her eyes. She took the money wit
out a word, but I read all she want'
20 say. gave her my card, and TO
her II she thought anything more
my proposal to come and see m
she took the card, and with a than
ful face turned quickly and hurri
away.
well, / started on my pictuI