The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-09-09
copSsisat i.Iooo by Rsaj. B HAmpeon.

GS NEEDLE sat in the bare. dirty room mlG5E which he disnihed by the name of stu SNkZgN dio," with damp rag in one hand and a
 large canvas in front of him. On the floor stood several easels and against the wall leaned maay eazpzses; yet model ever graced the dingy "tdofloos front and tin plate Haunted its spurious joints, to intimate that Tweedle was an artist.
 Tn fenns and twilight musings he painted pictures ran1tngE n subjsct from Childe Roands arrival at tas dss1 toyer. to the departure oi Mr Richard ar work hours he vas restorer of faded canvases Diseoaored portraits. cracked landscapes, and under his def andss and the reason pathetic and concauaixa that he did not paint pictures for o sss a sa tsas s $ sss asFe'fien
 Thhs however, did not prevent him from allowing his a,air Q grow to considerable lengfh or from an possible occasions, though the necessity for keeping body and soul together compelled him to e y as2 ovss a a0rns nsnysg his hand to nosstesssd sn thisk t1eaEy aistals, and Settled down to work with diseatis6ed sigh
 The pic4ure before him, with several others, had been sent him by one of the largest dealers in New : York, who often gave him work during the rr1sh eeas0p. He had finished the rest about week be- fors but this was begrimed that the figure on it was scarcely visible and he had left it till the last
 M s he S could 1:s see 4 M fss Iss hat o of some centuries ago. He set to work on the head and was surprised to find with what ease he was able clean off the layer of dirt which had formed ower the paint s4
 @Most be, some kind of preservative, he saio to hin15e1f. ss.A z Wah arz1wing wonder he sponged carefully on, from the high of hair piled up overthe lofty forehead to the light, firm tints of the flesh Tweedle conld not paint, but connoisseur his opinion by sno-saeans to be-despsed.-As the face and hair gr1dERlly discovered themselves he worked with in- cressing eagerness till the whole of the head cleared of it's soGnbre coaang. The carmne of the lips the rose flush the cheek and the rich bronze of the hair sprang out clear and bright, if the peiuter,s Mth had just touched the hgh7lights into me 01fk eyoo. sr~ rsztsl .x M It's Titian!" Tweed1e exclaimed with such rapi- 7diy and vc11emence that 1t sounded like sneeze.
 Hestared at It from every point of view, examined -n n every kind of light, and applied every test known to hin. No, there could be mistake; 1t was fhe work of the great Vecellio Tiziano, and, more taan 1saf-sit 5aSs an xapapied masterpiece in marvellous lc of pTeseTy atlon.
 Tweed1e fa0bed his nose rehechveiy tragcaify with the damp rag5sr"A most extraordinary thing" he n1urnured, "how, many points of similarity there are between myself and Titanorr ideals, our color ing, pur compositions identical, yet there is rnadooumafde difference" His soliloquy was inter rupted by knock at the door, followed by the en- tranre uf z messenger boy with note, which read
 DeSrs Tweedae Eff you have not already cleaned the four pictures sent down about three weeks ago, do not begin them now The customer who sent them down tosme, Mir B, E. Bell, has gone bankrupt for nearly million, and as the pictures worth