The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-14
THE FARMER: MAY IA, 1912

Times perspective 2" Henderson re- 1 peated, in a tone that he would hav(
 used to confused counsellor at the
 bar. . e.,rs s..ezss. .s4ss..z.
 realized the difficulty of conveying
 his idea in words alone 'I'lIe have to illustrate my meaning.".s He walk, l ed toward the side-table, above whict hung one of the few pictures in the room. Here's a sunset by Rousseau tyou see what an immense stretch o1 land there is in it?' = Yes" ... .~-. -
 bird's-eye view.. of that would require chart reaching to the cell
 ing. But see Rousseau's perspective
 The horizon line isn't two inches from
 the base"
 1 Well, my dear MT. Justice, that is the magic In the perspective o1
 time. My boyhood's horizon is very
 near to my old eyes now. The dim.
 mer they grow the nearer it comes until think sometimes that when almost as we entered-little children l Henderson was moved in spite o1
 himself, but more by the tone of the | speaker than by the nature of his I subject. It was against his ideas o1 l self f-disc;pline to encourage feeling o1 1 1 ply. he walked toward the picture | affecting an interest in it's artistic
 merit
 | "A very beautiful painting, MT. Jus. | tice-a Russell, you say?" l "A Rousseau"
 Yes" said Prentice, throwing of his reflective mood. fit cost me three
 thousand only; and funny thins ! about 1t; the canvas just fitted into
 the top of my steamer trunk. It came l through the custom house without a
 cent of duty. I completely forgot it. Your memory. isn't so retentive I then. as it seems" Mot on those commercial matters Prentice joined heartily in, the laugh against himself. G.7
 The servant crossed the room with Justice Henderson's coat on his arm. i In doing so it brushed from the table ] where, the men had been playing a
 small object which fell to the floor with a metallic sound.
 You dropped your tobacco-box, ] thin,". Prentice said. as the servant l was assisting Henderson with his overcoat.
 .sNo, I. think not" Henderson pat ted his coatpocket to make sure. 'It was this picture. sir" the ser want explained. lifting the fallen ob- ject from the floor.
 My gracious, my gracious it might have been broken!" exclaimed Prem tice. He took the picture tenderly from the man. , '..Oh. it often falls when I'm dust ing, sir," remarked the servant. ''Oh, does it?" calculated Prentice, in unfeigned surprise, as the servant left the room. Well I'll put 1t away. And ivory miniature by Wimar.' With the caress of connoisseur lie od 10 t0 prize it highly. Old-fashioned por- trait-see-gold back" "A beautiful faee.'
 Isn't it-isl't it?''
 'Very. What peculiar way of combing the hair-long. and over the process with gesture comicaliy un- feminine.
 '''The only becoming way women ever wore their -hair. I think the scrambiy style they have now is dis Your mother. MT. Justiosq.
 "oh. dear. no; . young girl used to know. Oh, don't slmile-she's been dead a good fve-and-twenty years married and had a large family"
 Very sxeetTYsrx sweet dndeed;.. you see. They used to make the waists with just a piece or two of whalebone-". oia ss..s
 How do you know you grizzly old bach ?" said Henderson, nudging Prentice playfully in the ribs.
 "1n heavens name, why shouldn't I?" Prentice laughed, holding Tender son by the elbow with one hand and placing the other affectionately upon his shoulder as he looked over at the ivory miniature: Get out-get out! But look at it! Such suppleness and rotundity, and all that!" The two old friends regarded the picture mo- ment in silence, and then, as if re- senting the changed conditions of his life. Prentice walked away from Hen derson, who still retained the minia- ture. = asi
 "A year or so ago was in Ken lucky, and on my, way back stopRSd in Indiana for a call on. Harland. 4Fe was in chambers nearing copyright case. It seemed that corset-mak- er-o .5s7.. .--tf
 "A what?' interrupted Henderson in pretended expostulation.
 "A corset-maker." Prentice cour- ageously repeated, twas suing sofsee one for infringing his. right to an ad-. vertisement-a picture of the Venus de Medici or Lucrezia Borgia, or some of those dear old girls. in one of this chaps corsets. You must have seen it in the window. We'll. he had his and one of his corsets in court. Do you believe me, it was made of steel and brass and bucl1ram and all kinds of hardware?'E
 ''Oh, yes," Henderson answered, smiling; i've have them at home."
 ''Harland whispered to me, What do you think of 1t, MT. Justice?' and I said.. thank God I'm bachelor 2
 Their laughter was again interrupt ed by Prehtice's servant, who entered with a card. Prentice read the name and said he would see the visitor.
 "A cadl?" Queried Henderson. when the servant had left the room.
 Yes The man owns picture that I've been trying to buy-a Corot."
 "Oh. another of these perspective fellows. eh?"
 "Yes; his call doesn't surprise me, because he's been in my mind all dav.-
 '.seems to be in hurry for the money, coming at midnight
 CT set him the example Besides, midnight is just the shank of the evening for Mr. Brookfeld-he,s sup posed to be sporting man." Prentice cou4hed warningly as the servant opened the door and ushwered in Jack Brookfeld. It struck the Jus tice as he greeted his visitor that he 1 was trife pale. He extended his | hand cordially.
 ''Ybu' remember me. MT. Justice?' said Broolkfeld, as he met the greet. ng.
 "Peffectly. This is Justice Tender
 T hope 1m m: not st,- -initruding-. BfooE- field began. hui Henderson took hin,