The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-05-28
CHAPTER v.

~ duced to the Jews workshop,
and to the eminent gentlemen
occupying 1t. My mode Rembrandt
was put before me; the simple elemen-
tary rules were explained; and my ma
terials were all placed under my hands.
My Rembrandt was to be of the small
or cabinet size, and as there was a
run on Burgomasters just then, my
subject was naturally to be Of the
Burgomaster sort.
1 got five pounds for 1t. I suppose
Mr.. Pickup got one-ninety-iye, s4zs
This was perhaps not very encour-
aging as a beginning, in a pecuniarysfS
point of view. But I was to get Ave.
pounds more, If my Rembrandt sold
within a given time. 1t sold a week
after it was in a fit state to be trusted
in the show room.
1.-THE Burgomaster's Breakfast had
been sold to a new customer, a vener-
able connoisseur, blessed with a g~reatgols
fortune and a large picture gallery
For three weeks we heard nothing of
him. AT the end of that time, radtc
Hebrew friend of Mr.. Pickup, employed
in a lawyers office, terrified us all by
the information that a gentleman Te<sa
lated to our venerable connoisseur had
seen the Rembrandt, had pronounced
it to be IN impudent counterfeit. and
had engaged on his own account to
nave the picture leSlGa III a Souht. bLr~p
law, and to charge the seller and
maker thereof with conspiring to OBJ
tain money under false pretenses.
Mr.. Pickup wisely closed his shop for
a while, and went off to the continent to
ransack the foreign galleries. I rubbed a.
out the beginning of my second Rem
brandt, closed the back door of the
workshop behind me, and there was lan-
other scene of my life at an end. l
had but ona ircup1CfaO pa IN f1aorat-A1-t-
and 1 did regret it bitterly. I was still
as ignorant as ever of the young lady's
name and address.
My first visit was to the studio of my
artist-friend, whom I have already pre-
scented to the reader under the sympas 49,
thetic name of Dick" He greeted mo
with a letter in his hand. 1t was Ad.sss
dressed to melt had been left at the
studio a few days since; and (~narvel of
all marvels) the handwriting was,ac
Mr.. Batterbury's. Had this philan---4
thropic man not lone befriending me
even yet? Were there any present 1Srcw
prospective advantages to be got out Of eu,
him still? Read his letter and judge:
"Sir-Although you have forfeited nbyr1z
your un~gentlemanly conduct toward.
myself, and your heartlessly mischiev-
Gus reception of my dear wife, all elaimf ~
upon the forbearance of the most for
bearing of your relatives, I am dis
posed. from motives of regard for thSosr
tranquility of Mrs. Batterbury's family,
and of sheer good-nature so far as I
am myself concerned, to afford you one
more chance of retrieving your position
by leading a respectable life. hessitu<sL
alton I am enabled to offer you is that
of secretary to a new literary and scien-
tifc Institution, about to be openedsias9o
the town of Duskydale, near which.
neighborhood ] possess, as you must be
aware, some landed property. The ofiee-s1
has been placed at my disposal, as
vice-president of the new institution.
The salary is fifty pounds a year, with
apartments on the attic-foor Of The
building.
DANIEL BATTERBURY."
What was his real motive for writing
it? Ihope nobody will do me so. great an
injustice as to suppose that l hestitated
for one instant about the way of finding So
that out. OF course. I started off dir
rectly to inquire if Lady Malkinshaw
had had another narrow escape of dying
before me.
Much better, SIR answered my
grandmother's venerable butler, wipfhg !.
his lips carefully before he spoke; her j.
ladyship's health has been much i'm
proved since her accident"
Accident" 1 exclaimed. What, am
other? Lately? Stairs a~gain?" atg
mo, sir: the -drawing-room window
this time" nswered the butler. with ~
semi-tipsy gravity. Her ladyship's
sight having been defective Of late
years, occasions her some difficulty III ,
calculating distances. Three days, ago,s
her ladyship went to look out
of the window, and misca1culatc'f@
ing the distance" Here the
butler, with a fine dramatic f~eeling7for
telling a story, stopped just before the
climax of the narrative, and looked me
in the face with an expression ofsths
deepest sympathy.
TO BE Continued romorrovs.J