The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-12-13

white line. The two exchanged glances
when at a safe distance from the
studio, pausing as they did so. Their
amazement was almost too great for
words, yet Haldiman remarked SOL
EMMY:
L might have expected something Of
that sort. Imagine us dropping there
in these clothes. Lucky escapei l
know a place on the Kings road where
there are fluids to drink. Let us go
there and see if we can recover from
this blow. o Barney, Barney, what
deeds are done in thy name.
So the living statue silently warned
off Barneys two Bohemian friends,
who are all right in Paris, don't you
man settles down to serious work and
expects nobility at his receptions.
The calm dignity of Barney's man"
was offset in a measure by the ener-
getic activity of the boy in buttons
who threw open the door with flour
ish. Buttons" might be likened to a
torpedo boat, darting hither and
thither under the shadow of a stately
ironclad. While the left hand of the
small boy opened the door, the right
swept up to his cap in a semi-military
salute that welcomed the coming and
sped the departing guest.
1t would be difficult to imagine a
room more suitable for an artistic
function like Barnev's AT Homes
than Barnev's studio. The apartment
was large. and it contained many hooks
and crannies that the Tottenham Court
Road furnisher had taken excellent adj
vantage of. There were neat little
corners for two: there were secluded
alcoves fitted with luxurious seats;
there were most alluring divans every
where, and on the floor were the soft
est Of Oriental rugs. Eastern lamps
shed a subdued radiance over retired
spots that otherwise would have been
dark. and wherever a curtain could
han-, a curtain was hung. Barney's
most imoortant works, framed in gold
and silver or the natural wood, were
draped effectively, and to prevent the
non-artistic mind from making a fool
of itself by guessing at the subject,
the name of each picture stood out in
black letters on the lower part of the
frame. There were ''Battersea Bridge
at Midnight" Chelsea in Fog,
''Cheyne Row at Three a. m.," and
other notable works, while one starti-
ing picture of the Thames in crimson
and yellow showed Barney's <)ower to
accomplish a feat, which, if we may
trust a well-known saying. has been
tried by many eminent men, but has
been rendered unsuccessful by the in
combustible nature of that celebrated
river.
Barney's afternoon" was at it's
height. when the bell was rung by a
young man who had not received a
card; but Buttons" did not know
that, and he swung open the door with
a forid flourish as if the visitor had
been a duke. The incomer was as much
taken aback by the triumph of nature
and art at the head of the stair as
Haldiman' had been, but although he
paused Cor a moment in wonder, he
did not retreat. He had a vague no
ton for an instant that it might be
Barney himself. but reflection routed
that idea He was entering a world
unfamiliar to him. but his common
sense whispered that the inhabitants
of this world did not dress in such a
fashion.
is Mr.. Barnard Hope at homer" he
asked.
Yes sir" answered the boy. with a
bow and wave of his hand. This is
his day. What name, sir?"
"Marsten.''
Mr.. Marsten." shouted the boy up
the stair.
The decorated sphinx at the top was
uninfiuenced b. the announcement,
but less Respondent menial appeared,
who held back the heavy curtains as
Marsten mounted the stair. and. when
of him upon the murmur of converse
ton within. The sight that met
Marsten's eye as he entered the studio
was rather disconcerting to a diffident
man, but he was relieved to notice,
after moments breathless pause be-
yond the threshold, that nobody paid
the slightest attention to him.