St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-03-24

beau-tee-full Let me tell you, mon
sieur, zere is no shame in re na-toor"
But who is this .Be-be, professor?'
asked the GLOBE reporter. "Eh
bien, monsieur, Be-be is re model
of re most beau-tee-ful of re city of
ST. Paul! Mais, sair, you shall see
her. She shall be here in one quar-
ter of an hour
While waiting for the arrival of
the independent young person who
didn't mind whether she exhibited
her little finger or all her fingers
and toes, the reporter glanced about
the apartment where Prof. Segalls
life class" meets on Monday and
Thursday nights to study Nature
undisguised. 1t did not need a New
England spinster to discover that
everything about the room was a
trifie out of place, for artists of all
varieties feel too sure of their future
. reward to tire themselves with order
in this lower world. Oil paintings,
crayon drawings, casts of fragment
airy man and woman, Russian sa-
moVars, gauzy Indian muslinS, curl
Gus ceramics, antique arms, odds and
ends of bric-a-brac from all the
five continents, were on every side.
From the ceiling hung an immense
Chinese umbrella, rejecting back, in
a wide reddish circle, the gathered
rays of the electric lights and giving
a center of oddnesS to the studio
Prominent upon the widest eXpanse
of wall hung a life-size painting of
1.-The Descent From the Cross"
work that had won Prof. Segall hon
orable mention at Munich. But
few feet distant appeared an affect
ing portrayal of
AN AGED PRISONER,
dropping, naked and overwhelmed
with his chains upon the sands of
the desert Every muscle in his
spare and withered frame, every line
of his weary, suppliant face besought
pity from his scowling, turbanned
captors. This powerful composition
was also the result of the professors
European studies, and has been
justly praised by all observers.
Upon another wall a Shakespeare
an variety of scenes and portraits
was depicted. Here was Venus
Rising From the Sea- the blue
waves vainly endeavoring to conceal
the softly moulded ivory of her Ian
gushing limbs. Near by was seen
an aged negro seated in his little
bed chamber, while beside him
crouched splendid hound Every
one ION the hill' would recognize
in this excellent genre painting the
colored coachman of DIR. A. J. Stone.
Next was hung a simple, touching
crayon of young mother with her
babe-always the sweetest of earth
ly pictures, waiting the unchanging
fragance of innocence, beauty, be-
nignanty, religion and Immortality.
In a semicircle about the room
are placed the large wooden easels
of that primitive yet perfect form
sacred to the traditions of centuries
Before the eaSelS stand a dozen
young men-earneSt, intelligent. in
dustrlous-who form Prof. Segalls
advanced life class. They are adj
Justing large sheets of drawing pa
per upon their eaSels, and busily
sharpening their. crayons, for to-
night they attempt a difficult sub
Iceland is not Bebe to pose as
the model?
In the further corner is the model
throne, platform overlaid with
dark red cloth, and hung about with
wine-colored rugs. A small wooden
support, painted in rude resemblance
to marble column, stands in tba
background.
Some one knocks lightly at the
door The professor. bowling gra-
ciously,
WHISPERS A GREETING
70 little figure with a plain black