The Washington times., 1905-01-08
HEN @one loves ones Art no
/ n service seems too hard.

XN service seems too tfdtd.
" " That is our premise This
story shall draw conclusion
from it. and show at the same time that
the premise is incorrect. That will be a
new thing In logic, and a feat in story
telling somewhat older than the great /
wall of China
Joe Larrabee came out Of the Host-oak
fats OF the middle West pulsing with a |
genius for pictorial art. At six he drew |
a picture of the town pump with prom
fnent citizen passing 1t hastily. This eff |
fort was framed and hung in the drug
store window by the side of the ear o.
corn with an uneven number Of rows |
At twenty he left for New York with a |
flowing necktie and a capital tied up |
somewhat closer.
Della Caruthers did things in six oc- |
taves SO promisingly in a pine-tree viii |
lage In the South that her relatives chip |
ped In enough in her chip hat for her to
go North and finish" They could
not see her f., but that is our story.
Joe and Della met in an ateiier where
q number of art and music students had
gathered to discuss chiaroscuro. WaE-
ner, music, Rembrandt's works, pictures.
Waldteufel, wall paper, Chopin, and
Oolons.
Joe and Della became enamored one
Of the other or each of the other. and in
a short time were, married-for, isee
above) when one loves ones Art no
service seems too hard
Mr. and Mrs Larrabee began house
keeping in a fat It was a handsome
fat-something like the A sharp way
down at the left-hand end of the key
board And they we're happy! for they
had their Art, and they had each other
And my advice to the rich young man /
would be-sell all thou hast, and give 1t
to the poor-janitor for the privilege Of
living in a fat with your Art and your
Della
Flat jewellers shall indorse my dictum
that theirs is the only true happiness.
If home is happy it cannot ut too
close-let the dresser collapse and be-
come billiard table; let the mantel
turn to a rowing machine, the escritoire
to spare bedchamber. the washstand
to an upright piano; let the four walls
come together, if they will, so you and
your Della are between. But if home
be the other kind. let it be wide and
long-enter you at the Golden Gate.
hang your cape on Hatteras. your hat
on Cape Horn and go out by the Lab
rador.
Joe was painting in the class of the
great Mayister-you know his fame. His
fees are nigh; his lessons are tght-his
high lights have brought him renown.
Della was studying under Rosenstock-
you know his repute as a disturber OF
the piano keys.
They were mighty happy as long as
their money lasted. So Is every]but 1
will not be cynical. Their aims were
very clear and defined. Joe was to
become capable very soon of turning out
OH txzx,,c An
side-whiskers and thick pocketbooks
would sandbag one another in his studio
for the privilege OF buying. Della was
to become familiar and then contemptu-
Gus with music, so that when she saw
the orchestra seats and boxes unsold
she could have sore throat and lobster
in private dining room instead of GO
ing on the stage.
But the bsst. in my opinion, was the
home life in the little Hattie ardent,
yoluble chats after the days study; the
coy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts,
the interchange OF neutrality-suspicious.
interviewer each with the others or else
inconsiderabie-tha mutual help and in
sriration; and-overlook my artIessness-
stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at
IL p. m.
But after while Art tagged. 1t
sometimes does, even if some switch
man doesn't lag it. Everything going
out and nothing coming in, as the vul-
garians say. Money was lacking to pay
Mr.. Magister and Herr Rosenstock their
prices. When one loves ones Art no
service seems too hard. So, Della said
she must give music lessons TO keep
the chaflng dish bubbIing.
For two or three days she went out
canvdssing for pupils. One evening she
came home e1aIed.
Joe. DEAR she said gIeefully, 1--WE
a pupil And, oh, the loveliest people!
General-General A B. Pinkney' S
daughter-on Seventy-first Street. Such
splendid house. Joe-you ought to see
the front door. Byzantine I think you
would call it. And inside Oh, Joe, ]
never saw anything like it before
My pupil is his daughter Clementina
I dearly love her already. She's a deli.
cate thing-dresses always in white
and the sweetest. simplest manners
Only eighteen years old I'm to give
three lessons a week; and. just think
Joe, IS a lesson. / don't mind it a bit
for when get two or three more pupil.
I can resume my lessons with Her,
Rosenstock. Now, smooth out thar
wrinkle between your brows, dear, ant
let's have nice supper
That's all right for you. Dele" saic
Joe, attacking a can Of peas with :
carving knife and a Ratchet but how
about me? Do you think I'm going t,
let you hustle for wages while 1 pflilan
der in the regions OF high art? Not b,
the bones of Benvenuto CeIlini, I CUES
can sell papers or lay cobblestones
and bring in a dollar Or two" Dell:
came and hung about his neck
Zoe. dear Won arc silly Ya., ,,,,,
keep on at your studies. 1t is not a.
If / had quit my music and gone I.
work at something else. While 1 teacl
/ learn am, always with my music
And We can live as happily as million
aires on SIS week. You mustn't thinl
of leaving Mr.. Magister''
An right, said Joe, reaching for tn
blue scalloped vegetable dish But
hate for you to be giving lessons. I
isn't Art But you're trump and
dear to do it,
When one loves ones Art no servic
seems too hard said Della
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