The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1898-01-25

Holy Moses | gasped. Give 4
man n chance to get his breath. | fan
through a dark an%tcchamber, over i bIcN-
Gle stumble round Il screen, ANA smack.
q glare of oriental sunlight from Il &
gantic canvas. the vibration ana glow
Of a group Of joyous figures reeklng with
life and sweat. you the ideallSt. tn"
seeker after natures beautiful lh"od7
and Arts beautiful PATTERNS.
"ReautifuI moods he echoed anGrliE.
and why isn't this a beautiful mood:
And what more beautiful pattern than
this-look. this line. this sweep. THIS
proup here, this cIinging of tine children
round this mass-all III Il gloW-balanc-
ed by this mass of cool shadow. In"
meaning doesn't interfere with the pat
tern. YOU chumpr'
oh. so there is a meaning. You've
become an anecdOtal paint"r.'
'Adicctives be hanged! | can't talk
theory in the precious daylight. If you
can't see
Il can see that you are painting some
thing you haven't seen. You haven't been
in the East. have you:'
IF | had, | haven't got time to jaw
about it now. Come and nave an alb
sinthe at the Cafe Victor in memory of
old Paris days-siXth Avenue-any of the
boys will tell you. Let me see. daylight
Ain sax-half-past six. AW 'voir, an
voii,'
As I went down the steep dark stairs.
Same old DAN" | thought. VINO
would imagine | was a stranger III New
York looking up an old ftlloW-Stru&&leF
on his native heath: If dldnt kno"
hatter. | might fancy his tremendous sue
cess had given him the same OPINION OF
himself that America has of him. But
no. nothing will change him: the same
furious devotion to his canvas once n"
has quietly planned his picture. the same
obstinate conviction that he is seeing
something in the only right way! Aui
vet something has changed him. WY
has his brush suddenly gone East: Why
this new kind of composition crowded
with f~gures-ancient Jews, too? Has he
been taken with piety. and Is he gong
hpnceforwardS oStenstatlously to pro
claim his race? And who is the cheerful
central figure with the fine open face?
| don't recollect any such scene III Jew
ish history-or anything so joyous. Per
laps it's a study of modern Jerusalem
Jews. to show their life is not all Wal
ing Wall and Jeremiah. Or perhaps Ii :
ONLY decorative. America is great on de
coration Just now. No. he said the pie
ture had a meaning. Well. | shall know
all about it tonight. Anyhow, it's Il
beautiful thing
"Same old DAM" | thought even more
deciSively as. when | opened the door Of
the little cafe. a burly. blackbearded
figure with audacious eyes came ut me
with a grip and 4 slap and a roar of wei
come. and dragged me to the quiet cor
ner behind the billiard tables.
I've just been opalizing your absinthe
for You" he laughed rs we sat down.
= ~ w. II 1s..1
O scared"
It's your Inferno of a city. AS |
turned the corner of Sixth Avenue. an
elevated train came shrieking and rumn-
ling. and a swirl of wind swept screcch-
ing round and round, enveloping me i'll
n whirlpool of smoke and steam. until.
dazed and choked in what seemed the
s~calding effervescence OF a collision.
had given up all hope of ever learning
what your COMPOUNDED picture meant"
Aha He took a complacent sip.
1T stayed with you, did it, And the
light of triumph. flushing for an instant
his rugged features. showed when It
waned how pale and drawn they We're
ny the feverouS tension of his long days
work.
Yes, it did. old fellow I said affec-
tlonately. The JOY and the glow of it.
and yet also some strange antique sim
plicity and restfulness YOU have got into
it, | know not now. have been with ne
all day. comforting me in the midst Of
the tearing. grinding life Of this closing
nineteenth century Of Christ"
a curious smile fitted across Dams
face. He tilted his chair back, and rest
ed HIS head against the wall.
here's nothing that takes me :
much out of the nineteenth century after
fSh-,a+ - - 100,
French cafe. 1t watts me back to my
early student days, that lie somewhere
amid the enchanted mists of the youth o
the world; to the zeetful toll of the
studios; TO the careless trips in quaint
gray Holland or flaming. devi-may-carc
Spain. All, what scenes shift and shuf
file in the twinkle Of the gaS-iet in this
opalescent liquid-thc hot simmer OF
the arena at the Seville bulI-fight. with
its swirl of color and movements: tn
forchlight procession of pilgrims round
the church ut LOurdes. with the one
black nun praying by herself in n ehal
owy corner; the lovely valley of the Tau
ba, where the tinkle of the shccp-bclIs
mingles with the Lutheran hymn blown
to q four winds from the old church
tower; wines that We're red; sunshine
that was warm. mandolins." His voice
dled away as in exquisite revcric.
\ Sood-natured smile d~'esipatcd his dc
liciOus dream.
And the East" I said sIyIy.
Al. he said. My East wae
Tyrol.'
The Tyrol, How do Won mcant"
Il see You won't let me out Of that
story
"oh. there's a story, IS. thnrr?''
On. we'll. perhaps not what yoI liter
airy chaps would call 4 story. No love
making in it. You know"
liner it can wait. Tell me about your
PICTURE
But that's mixed M with the story
Didn't | say You had become an anec
dotal artist"
Its no laughing matter" he sai(
graV9iy. You remember when we part
ef at Munich Il year ago last spring
YOU to 90 on 10 Vienna and | to go bacl
to America! Well. ! had a sudden fancy
to take one last ELlroneon trim NIL by