The Detroit times., 1913-10-14
A Service of LOUe
Illustrated With Drawing BY Dom j. LAWN the Famous
American Artist.
BY O. HENRY.

man doesn't hag II. Everything 60
ing out and nothing coming In, as the
vulgarlans say. Money was lacking
TO pay Mr.. Magister and Herr Rosen.
stock their prices. When one loves
ones art no service seems too hard.
SO, Della said she must give music
lessons to keep the chafing dish bub-
bling.
For two or three days she went
out canvassing for pupils. One eve
ming she came home elated.
| Joe. dear" she said. gleefully, i've
pupil. And, oh, the loveliest people!
General-General A. B. Pinkey's
daughter-on 71st-st. Such a pleasant
house Joe,-you ought to see the
front door! Byzantine I think you
would call 1t. And inside! Oh, Joe.
! never saw anything like 1t before.
MY pupil Is his daughter Clement
ina. dearly love her already. She's
delicate thing-dresses always in
white; and the sweetest simplest man.
ners! Only eighteen years old. I'm
to give her three lessons q week; and,
just think. Joe! IS a lesson. l don't
mind 1t bit; for when l get two
/ or three more pupils l can resume
my lessons with Herr Rosenstock.
Now, smooth out that wrinkle be-
tween your brows, dear, and let's
have q nice supper"
That's all right for you, Dele,
said Joe, attacking a can Of peas with
carving knife and Ratchet. "but
how about me? Do you think I'm go
ing to let you hustle for wages while
I philaDder in the regions OF high art?
Not by the bones of Benvenuto Cell
ini! l guess / can sell papers or
lay cobblestones. and bring In dol
lar or two"
Della came and hung about his
neck.
Joe. dear. you are silly. You must
keep on at your studies. 1t Is not as
II had quit my music and gone to
work at something else. While
teach I learn. am always with my
music. And we can live a. happily
as millionaires on SIS week. You
mustn't think OF leaving Mr.. Magis-
ter"
All right" said Joe, reaching for
the blue-scalloped vegetable dish. But
| hate for you to be giving lessons.
1t isn't Art But you're trump and
dear to do IT,"
when. one loves ones Art no SER
vice seems too hard said Della.
"Magister praised the sky in that
sketch made in the park" said Joe.
and Tinkle gave me permission to
hang two OF them IN his window.
may sell one II the right kind Of
moneyed idiot sees them"
Tn sure you will" said Della,
sweetly. And now let's be thankful
During all OF the next week the
LArrabees had an early breakfast.
Joe was enthusiastic about some
morning effect sketches he was doing
In Central Park, and Della packed
him OF breakfasted. coddled, praised
and kissed at Z o'clock. Art Is an en-.
gaging mistress. It was most times
II o'clock when he returned in the
evening.
At the end Of the week Delta, sweet
ly proud but languid, triumphantiy
tossed three nve-dollar bills on the
| $40 (feet) dat parlOr.
r. Sometimes" she sAid. little wear
| lily, "Ciementina tries me. I'm afraid
she doesn't practice enough, and +
have to tell her the same things so
often. And then she always dresses
entirely in white, and that does get
monotonous. But Gen. Pinkney Is the
dearest old man. I wish you could
know him. Joe. He comes In some
times when I am with Clementina q:
the piano-he Is q widower, you know
and stands there pulling his white
goatee. And how are the semiQuav-
ers and the demisemiquavers progress
sing?' he always asks.
II wish you could see the wainscot-
ing In that drawing-room. Joe. And
those Astrakhan rug pOrtieres. And
Clementina has such a funny little
cough. I hope she is stronger than
she looks. Oh, am really getting at