The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-09-21
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the mans personality. 'It Is a mag
nifcent picture, Mr.. Hoskins, and I
wish 1 could afford to purchase It. But
as l cannot. let me say at least
how warmly 1 congratulate you on
the possession of SO much true
genius"
Mr.. Hoskins bowed complacently.
"A word of appreciation Is always
welcome he observed, gr~andiloquent- /.
ly. sympathy is, after all, the best
reward of the inspired artist. What Is
money? Dross! When q friend cons
prehends the greatness of my work
and acknowledges Its successful an-
complishment, my SOU is satisfied.
Money can only supply the vulgar
necessities of life, but sympathy feeds
the min and buses anew the divine
f1resi WHAT" =
1 really could not find any words to
meet his interrogative 'what?' this
time. 1t seemed to me that he had
said all there was to say, and moro
than was necessary. I took my leave
and passed out Of the studio, vaguely
irritated and dissatisfied. The ."Daph-
ne" haunted me, and I felt
ably annoyed to think that one SO vul-
gar and egotistical as Nehemiah p.
HoslSins hould have painted 1t. How
came such a man to possess the ALL
potent talisman OF Genfus7 1 could
now comprehend why the American
colony in Rome made such q fuss
about Hoskins; no wonder they were
proud of him IL he could produce such
masterpieces as the ."Daphne!" Still
thinking over the matter perplexedly.
| reentered the carriage which had
waited for me outside the artists
studio. and should have driven away
home, had 1t not been for the occur
renee of one of those apparently trif-
ling incidents which sometimes give
the clue to a whole history. A little
dog was suddenly run over in the
street where my carriage stood-one,
of its forelegs was badly cut and bled
profusely, but otherwise II was noe
seriously injured. The driver. OF the
vehicle that had caused the mishap
came to me and expressed his regrets,
thinking that I was the owner of the
wounded animal as indeed, I seemed to
be, for 1t had limped directly up to me,
yelping pitifully. as though appealing
for assistance. ! raised the small suf-
ferer in my arms, and seeing that, 1t
wore a plain brass collar inscribed
Nltu, . VIA lTltOle, L Dlu my COdCIi~
man drive to that address. resolving
to restore the strayed pet to its owner
or owners 1t was a pretty dog. white
and fluffy as a ball OF wool, with soft
brown eyes and an absurdly small
black nose. 1t was very clean and well
kept, and, from it's appearance, was
evidently a favorite with its master
or mistress. 1t took very kindly to me.
and lay quiet on my lap. allowing me
to bind up Its wounded paw with my
handkerchief. now and then licking my
hand by way of gratitude. /.
"Mitu." said I. IF that is your name,
you are moro frightened than hurt. 1t
seems to me. Somebody spoils you,
Mitu, and you are affected. Your
precious paw Is not half SO bad as you
would make II out to be-"
Mitu sighed and wagged his tail: he
was evidently accustomed to be talked
to and liked II. When we
neared the Via Tritone he grew quite
brisk, perked up his silky ears. and
looked about him with a marked and
joyful recognition Of his surroundings;
and when we stopped at No. 5, his ex-
element became 80 intense that he
would certainly have Jumped out Of my
arms, in complete forgetfulness OF his
injured limb, had I not restrained him.
The door of the house was opened to
us by a stout, good-natured Cooking
lady, arrayed in the true italian style
of morning deshabille, but who, In spite
of excessive fat and slovenliness, pos
sessed a smile sunny enough to make
amends for far worse faults.
"Oh, Mitui Mitu!" she cried, holding
UP her hands in grave remonstrance.
as she caught sight of the little dog.
How wicked thou art Well dost thou
deserve misfortune! To run away and
leave thy pretty s~ignora!"
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