The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-10-06

| other. LORD hlLcueIlSI Hetu d cigarette
in his mouth, which he Showed ner-
yously between his clenched teeth, but
never smoked, for it was out. All the
| time the telegraph was clicking, men
were dashing hither and thither, and
| the naval At was banging away at the
! foot of the kopje. How the time sped
| they knew by the sounding of the bell
| which the bluejackets had improvised
on tripod Of boughs In the middle
| Of the kopje was the splendid tele-
scope which the Lord Mayor sent to the
| front. It was in requisition every mo-
ment by some one, and gave fine
view of friend and enemy.
I At the front they all call it a zone
man show" "Bobs" is the one man.
Nevertheless, he gave for my intrusion
when the whole world is looking at you.
My Lord" said the painter, when he
was marched into the commander-in-
chiefs room at Bloemfontein-Mr
Steyn's old apartment, and was con-
fronted with the little man-'all steel,
1.-the, every nerve palpitating with life
at his age!" mot at all" replied
"Bobs," Its privilege you're confer
ring" What a kindly gentleman he
must be, this man of war! Kindly
courteous, considerate! While the
painter was at work they chatted about
various things. The talk got back to
Paardeberg, and Mr.. Menpes happened
to say that he had painted Cronje.
And Mrs. Cronje?' asked Lord Rob-
erts, simply. mo, no." answered the
painter smiling; Mrs Cronje did not
lend herself to decorative treatment"
"Ah." returned Roberts; II don't think
the prettiest woman in the world
would after three days In those trench
es!" The comedy of war is we'll illus
trated by this little aside. In the mid
die of the sitting, Lord Kitchener came
in with a scout hot covered with dust
and dirt, and almost painting for
breath. Kitchener took Roberts aside,
and while they were talking In low,
hurried tones, the scout stood at atten-
ton by the side Of a marble Venus on
PEDESTAL. Despite the awful presence
of the two great men, the lady fascina-
ted him, and even while Roberts was
hearing his very important news, do
what he would, the corner Of the eye
nearest Venus would turn that way
However, Lord Roberts was too en-
crossed to notice 1t, or goodness knows
what the consequences would have
BEEN
When the artist begged Mr.. Rhodes
to sit to him Oong Tom had only just
given in-the city had only Just been
relieved) he said: "Oh! / don't mind.
but full face-full face. No profiles!
am a plain, blunt man, and / like to
look people full in the face. That man
Fil-des' (such is fame! Fancy pro-
nouncing the distinguished Academi-
clans name as a dissyllable), NOW,
began portrait of me in profile
wanted to show one side of my face.
Dastardly, I call it. / say that no hon
est man ever sat for side face"
Whether this bears hardly on the pro-
files in existence l am unaware, All I
can say Is that Mr.. Rhodes, like the
other strong man, wants warts and all,
and like him for It, AS for Mt I'll
des' portrait l presume 1t was never
finished. I4
Mr.. Menpes was q little frightened by
this outburst. but he soon got on fairly
easy terms with the dictator, who
asked his opinion of his face from a
point of view Mr.. Menpes
had already made up his mind what the
mote" was and said at once: II am
surprised by it's boyishness" "Ah!
that's it," returned Mr.. Rhodes. Boy
ishnetss-dreamer Yes, yes, that's
what [ ana dreamer--imaginative
Then some thought crossed
his brain: he touched the bell, and, like
a streak of lightning, secretary ap-
peared; So-ahd-So, when VIII those
ten thousand trees De deliVefed! In
SIX weeks time' Mr.; Rhodes' Ihey
must pc mere III Two weeks ful Two
thousand more men on the pop at
once, SO ala Monte Crlsto tax TO MS
people Ihere you nave Mr. Rhoues
ruli faceythe dreamer ana the shreWo
man of action in one, ana each In pro-
file.
Mr. Menpes is full Of stories he heard
about Rhodes worship. The bitteress
pro-Boer cannot but nave a sneakng
regard for man who is the subject of
this pretty little tale. "Oh, Mr..
Rhodes sighed a poor fellow down
with enteric, "oh, what would give Tor
4 drop of milk (then worth hVe POUNDS
a drop. "Umph," replied Mr., Rhodes,
n his grim, sruff way "umph! Ana
ne went away umphing. The next day
ne came again, and after rev words
5louched out. and nerVously lett tiny
medicine bottle on the corner OF the Ia
de "Oh, | do love Mr.. Rhodes, sad A