Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-04-11

NOISY hDOthlHS SoTHSH
~ brush in hand before his canvas
- and scowling blackly at the
bare studio walls.
1t precluded the entrance of a
prosperous looking youth, trinity attired
in tight fit ting garments of pronouncedly
English cut and carrying cane. From
the soles Of his neat shoes TO the crown OF
his hat he was the very pink and pattern
of decorous propriety. Even the plain
leather watch guard he wore outside his
double-breasted waistcoat seemed but to
emphasize the solidity OF his social and
financial standing: it was as though he
had no need to advertise by means Of a
gaId chain the fact that TO the unseen end
of it there was attached the eighteen
carat diamond-capped chronometer with
which his great-grandfather had timed
the attack at Waterloo
He greeted the preOccupied artist gen
teely and said. with suave directness. 81
wish you'd lend me v, old chap.
haven't seen such sight as check for
centuries and some internal fellows had
the impudence to stick a dispossess on
the door of my den. I think IL would be
wise to appease my landlord with at
least a five-dollar bill
Corbyn did not at once reply. He stood
still. staring at his visitor. pipe in mouth
thumb in palette. shadow on his fore
head, only his eyes showing cogniZance
that he was not alone-a young man,
thin-faced. tanned athletic I'm appearance
despite his careless studio dress a man
OF open-air propensties. OF the stamp
that they mint at Yale.
"Florians dead, Allardyce," he at
length answered, his tone unusually
grave. I'm empty handed. I'm trying
10 get this canvas covered on the chance
that II may fetch
The other rose in haste from the de-
Crepit chair on which he had cautiously
seated himself. and drew from his waist
coat pocket rusty steel watch.
The deuce!" he said. and moved to-
ward the door. His exclamation spoke
quick. sympathetic understanding.
''Tll be back within half an hour and
bring some money with me-
Corbyn heard him clatter downstairs
and returned TO his own task with a
groan of disgust.
II can't paint pictures: not to sell. AT
any rate" he told his usual confidant
the limp lay figure which was all the
model he could afford at that moment
Il never could. I'll never be able to.
The only profitable opening on 5th
avenue for my brush is with the broom
and helmet brigade"
lie glared at the very Creditable sketc h
be fore him and broke into doleful song:
White = wings - that never grow
weary" and from far below there came
voice which finished for him:
Iuey carry ne-Cheer1iy-OFer the
sea-"
His face lit up. he laid aside the i'm.
plements OF his craft and hurried out into
the dingy hallway as there came clam
herring up one not unlike himself in build
hut fairer Of complexion. with twinkline
Irish eyes. who forthwith embraced him
Dennis ODare presents himseIf-in one
act" said that gentleman a little breath
ieSsly, and Hello. Denny. Corbyn cried
in very genuine welcome. Where have
col
back to Broadway? How are you. Ell
What's good?'
Ask nothing more OF me. sweet" i'm
rlored the newcomer with melodramatit
gesture Ask nothing more. nothing
n1ore-until you've helped me to little
low seat and a big highball. These stair!
are sleeper every time | climb them
and What? Nothing doing! Ales
wines and spirits all run dry?
"Ob, my, prophetic soul. my Corbyn