The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-09-22

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I without the slightest consideration for any
/ body but myself But as. 10 judge by our
I traps we are both going a long way. 1
am bound % be civil. You see. I might
md myself without matches. and nave
I TO beg. So. once more. dust and fresh air,
Z or cleanliness and sufocation2''
Dust and fresh air, as far as ] am con-
I cerned," answered Terence, laughing.
( Dust and fresh air be it,"
! And down came the window.
The ice having been thus speedily brok-
| en-. IL was not long before they were chat
I ting together like old friends, the artist
delighted to hnd a companion as devoid Of
stiffness as himself. the stranger, who
| gave his name as Fred Jellett, expressing
/ himself equally pleased at this chance Of
enjoying artistic society.
I'm a bit of an artist myself YOU know;
or at least. l like 10 think myself so"
said he. And I prefer the society Of ar
lists, real artists like you. not mere dab
blers like me- TO any other"
Real artists like me- echoed Terence,
laughing. Then are you cOntented TO
take my talent upon trust on the strength
of my easel and my hate"
Not quite But on the strength of face.
talk manner. They seem 10 me to reveal
enough of the personality TO decide upon.
You are off on a sketching tour, 1 sup
poser
Yes. Cornish coast. ships-cliffs-big
~ - rAt-IilEthFA EAlls. am cunning
back with a bursting portfolio sketches
enough to make pictures for a year at
least"
Lucky fellow! wish l could change
places with your
Terence laughed. and glanced at him
with merry eyes as he refilled his pipe.
"Oh, the folly of Disconnected mortalsw
cried he IF that idle wish We're to be
fulfilled straightway. you would be wish
ing yourself back again pretty quickly,
I'm thinking. You see me on the first
day of the first holiday I've had for eigh-
teen months.Now you look to me as if you
made holiday all the year round"
The other watched the smoke Of his CT
gar.
I'm the most industrious Of mortals,"
said he. Il wouldn't be if l could help
it, but circumstances force 1t upon me.
never move except on business"
You're not on very serious business
now though, l think"
And Terence cast a sly glance at the
other mans gun case.
Don't you call grouse-shooting serious
business? / do"
well, it would be serious business to
me, because l don't think / could carry
a loaded gun a hundred yards without
shooting myself. But to you, who are
mo,e accomplished"
1T is the most wearisome thing in the
L u
as there are a few days TO spare before
the 18th, / am going two hundred miles
out of my way simply to see a famous
collection of pictures. Now do you be-
heve in my artistic yearnings?'
why. yes" answered Terence in some
surprise, and with redoubled interest in
an art patron who could afford a freak
like this
Il suppose you know the collection I
mean? Lord Copleston's at Ingatestowe"
"Oh. Lord Copleston! The man who
has just paid such a sensational price for
the Rubens, from the Villa Alassio?"
That's the man
They've made a good sensational para
graph out of that in this weeks Pen
and Palette, said Terence, as he sought
among his papers for the one he wanted.
Il suppose you haven't seen 1t, for Pen
and Palette is rather a SLOPPY paper.
not much read outside the studios"
Mr.. Jellett had not seen II. So he lis
tened with much amusement while Ter
ence read the following words:
1T is reported that Mr.. Zonhoven, the
American millionaire, whose spirited bid
ding did so much to run up the 'Alassio
Rubens TO the sensational price 1t
reached at the recent sale, is enraged
at his defeat and that he is still re-
solved TO have the picture by any means
anu at any price"
"Ughm commented Terence, with dis
gust, as he refolded his paper Isn't 1t
enough 10 make a struggling painter
cut his throat to hear of a couple of old
lunatics wasting a moderate fortune
over a few feet of half-mouldy canvas?"
Mr.. Jellett burst out laughing.
"Why?" said he. Il should have
thought you would rejoice at such a
healthy stimulus being given TO art!"
"Artw echoed Terence, contemptuous-
ly Art has nothing 10 do with it, OF
these two idiots, one is too old to see
his pictures without rubbing his nose
against them. while the other doesn't
know an old master from public house
sign They are simply bitten by the col
lectors mania, and they don't care
straw for any work of art, or any relic
OF antiquity until they hear that some
other fool is ready to give for it as many
thousands as il is worth pounds"
Mr. Jellett enjoyed his indignation i'm
mensely.
But. at least" he said at last. you
will break your journey at Ingatestowe
TO see the 'mouldy canvas there has been
such fuss about won't your
Not l." answered Terence, promptly.
why, if this Mr.. Zonhoven is in earn
est you may never have another
chance"
1T wouldn't break my heart if he
were to steal it, and carry it off to the
Rocky mountains
Mr.. Jellett again laughed heartily, put
he did not desist from his persuasions.
To all suggestions that he should spend
a couple of days at Igatestowe. sketch
ing the house and grounds. Terence,
however, turned a persistenty deaf ear
Mr.. Jellett seemed unreasonably disap-
pointed by his refusal.
Il must fill out the time somehow till the
twelfth" said he; "and ii is so beastly
1 dull all by ones self"
why not come on with me?" suggested
/ Terence. But, for the matter of that
/ you might find me too much of bore if
\ you saw more of ii, while you, l should
| imagine. can always find some one to
amuse you, wherever you are"
That's what my sister says" said the
other, but in a tone which proved that he
was not yet restored to good humor.
/ Terence blushed deep crimson all over
! cheeks and forehead. This did not es-
cape his companions eyes. Terence, how
ever, was looking down. There was some
thing the matter with that pipe of his
Your sister" he said at last, after clear
ing his throat. Was that your sister who
who saw you off at the station2'
Fred Jellett nodded.
"Odd-looking girl she is, with that very
/ light hair" remarked he. "She can't go
anVVv without axCffing atfap+iov