The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-05-03
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toner
Wen, I'm hanged" said Mr.. PIN with
twinkle in his eye. I'm blest If I
wasn't right when I said you We're the
one man in the crowd worth noting!''
when did you say that?" asked the
young man.
"A couple of years ago." said Mr.. PIN,
party Of toffs. You were differently
dressed then. and you had young lady
with you
The young man colored slightly, paid
for mis- coffee and went away hurriedsy.
But one night when he was visiting the
coffee stall ne took out his notebook and
made sketch of Mr.. PIN and his tenn
perance hotel.
oh" said Mr.. PIN auizzically when
the sketch was finished, 80 you're the
young man who paints pictures that the
world won't buy? Now, I'll tell you
what III do. If you care to scrfbbie a
copy of that on the front of my stall. for
my customers to look at while they drink
their coffee. you can come here for coffee
every night free of charge
The young man laughed.
wv hats the good of a sketch of your"
he asked.
That's my business said Mr.. PIN.
It's a business offer; you can take it
or leave it, you like"
Il accept said the young man. why
should I not? / have painted a good
many pictures and got nothing for them.
a. any IdtS, 1 snail SeC CotIee LOT inns
So the following night he brought his
materials with him. and worked away for
over an hour, with apparently keen
sense of enjoyment
How hs it that you've come down in
the world?'' asked Mr.. PIN suddenly.
You used to look smart as any of
them"
Because I'm what most people would
cali a fool" said the young man. II
can earn a good enough living. If l chose
to do so. by sketching for the illustrated
papers But I've got conceited notion
in my head that I'm fit for something
better. So pillow away at class of work
which the public won't buy. See?"
II see said Mr.. PIN quickly. You
won't mix chicory with your coffee"
Now, there is certain celebrated artist
IN London who loves art for itself. and
not merely for what it brings in. He is
a queer. wandering. Bohemian character.
who delights in roaming about the great
old city at night. when. he thinks. he sees
more OF real human nature than in the
day.
He was an occasional customer of Mr..
Pim's-a face which Mr.. PIN doubt
had in his mind when he asked for a
after it was finished it happened to catch
his eye.
He looked at it carolessly. But it
seemed to rivet his attention and he put
down his cup of coffee to look at it more
closely, while Mr.. PIN smoked his pipe
in ObserVant silence.
But the great man was not satisfied
with merely looking at The sketch. for he
took out a glass and examined every bit
of it anxiouSiy.
who painted that?" he asked at
last.
"A young friend of mine" said Mr..
PIN. briefly.
"A young friend OF yours" echoed the
artist. incredulously. What's his Manner
Il don't know his name" said MIR. PIN.
mo more do YOU"
II know the name Of every painter in
London
Yes: but you don't know the name of
this one insisted Mr.. PIN. He doesn {
advertise in any paper. and he doesn't
run about asking the successful of help.
Tell me his name" said the artist.
impatiently. Tell me his name. I say!
We haven't many artists in England; let
me find this one auickly!'
This was how the tide turned.
In two or three mornings the great
man had taught him more of painting
than he had learnt in so many years.
More than that, he introduced him to the
ton. and ne no longer had to slip out
at night to take his walk in order to
hide his shabby clothes.
In some way the public heard OF the
strange manner in which he had been
discovered; but there was circumstance
connected with his career which never
became public-no not even when his
marriage with the beautiful Miss Trent
was announced-and that pile OF
letters. carefully hidden away in his
trunk. which had cheered him week by
week. without once disappointing him.
all through the long time of struggling
letters which had only message: II
am waiting for you. Struggle on; fear
nothing"
Not once mad they net after that night
when he first knew her; but Mr.. PIN
could have told how once or twice a
young lady, carefully wrapped in a long
cloak, had come to him late at night
merely to hear him talk of a customer
who very. very shabby, and very
poor.-London Answers.