Evening star., 1898-12-17

too. He was only ten years old when I
hrst got him. He posed FOR me for num-
Der or years one day he came TO my house
early In the morning. He was to have been
at the studio at s He had his sister With
him.
Why SO early?' asked.
Me mothers dead.
Dead?
Yes. Died last night. an We amt got
no money.
Il produced some money and asked him
"nether L shouldn't give IL to his father.
Nope. Give IL to me sister
A Natural Inference.
The inference is easily drawn. II doesn't
require a mind reader TO know what kind OF
a father that boy had For two days Bar
ney stayed away from my studio. The third
day he was on hand as usual
druther cum here than stay to
nome, hs said
But he didn't look n He u,,s ,,,,, ,,,,,.,,.
mCst depressed. most melancholy urcbin I
ever painted This went on for two dars
Al the end of that time he was as r,,e,.ry
L ttsttt- hearted. gay and happy ever. lie
sang the little catchy songs that street
boys pick up. He whistled ne kicked his
heels against the stool and did a dance or
tWo-1ig style-while he was resting THAT
was barney. He had an uncle who had
once Deen a policeman. and a short ttmc
after this his uncle took him to Ireland 20
educate him. He came In TO see me about
three years ago. a smooth-faced square
iawed young fellow with broad shoulders
lie was awkward and freckled and had
hands he didn't know what 10 do with. And
he spoke with strong Irish accent when
ne lcft here he was typical New York
street boy
How about the girls you have painted?
Aren't they as honest as the boys"
1 am sorry to say that l have not had
a very pleasant experience with my girl
MODES. Several years ago painted a pie
ture showing some street girls dancing TO
the music Of an organ. My models were
little girls picked up on the street | at
tribute it to curiosity: certainly there was
no other reason for their thipyiHg. because
they took all sorts Of things thar We're of
no earthly use to themselves or their
friends; half-used paint tubes. obi brushes
with
who was your best model
Il think, taking him altogether the best
model ever had was Paddy Leonard. from
IclIs Kitchen, the TaggedeSt. drtipst little
urchin you ever laid your eyes on. an actor
as well as a model. lie put spirit aud life
into his posing. | nad him from the time
he was nine until he was fourteen years
old. That was six years ago. He figured in
some OF my prlcipal pictures. lie had a
splendid face for painters model and "A
laugh that made the studio ring with merri-
mcnt and he could dance and sing and
whistle with the best of them
Paddy Of HcII's Kitchen.
There was one good thing about Paddy.
He never would dress up. lie alWaNs had
some new kind Of dirt on him. HIS clothes
were always torn in some new pIave. and
he could disarranEe his hair naturally in
moro different varieties than any boy in the
world. believe. lie was an artist ia rags
and tatters. On of his strongest points was
poker. He could beat his father at poker
50 he said aud SO | believe. lie always had
Z dirty pack OF cards In his pocket. among
ether things. and what he couldn't do with
them wasn't worth doing I don't know
mucn about Iokcr, hut | always knew
enough not 10 play with Paddy. Paddy is
twenty now, and L understand he drives a
horse on the docks. Apparently he has not
turned his knowledge of poker TO any praC-
ticat use
What becomes of your models Don't
you keep any record of them"
How can |? Consider the kind of boys ]
paint They are nothing but street Arabs,
the poorer ana dirter the better. Their
names are not in the city directory. Some
tunes. though. do hear of my old boys. |
had a call from one OF my former models a
year or Two ago that both surprised and
pleaSed me. He was "A slender man Of
medium hight, and he came into my studio
uHannounced and introduced himself His
name was not familiar to me. He didn't
look Ike any one had ever painted. and l
dldh recognize him as man who had ever
bought any Of my pictures Neither did /
lhcllde MN among any of my social
quaiutauccs.
N,iII say you u'l I recognize me. Mr..
Brown, he said out You used to know me
very well once
" When | asked.
From Model 10 millionaire.
Thirty years ago l came TO your studio
one day with another boy. 1t was in this
same room. We both of US applied for
jobs as models. You took the other boy,
but you didn't take me. 1t nearly broke
my heart You painted him i'm TWO or
three pictures. Sometimes l came with
him. Sometimes / met him outside after
you pot through with him, ami he was so
proud that sometimes he wouldn't speak 20
me. Then We fought. 1 lait Il M against
you for good many years. Then W. both
went out west. He went To ST Lauis aud
he's a millionaire now. | went To Seattle