The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-02-03

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each with the others or else incon-
slderable--the mutual help and In
spiration: nnd--ovsrlook my artieaH.
ness--stuffed olives and cheese sand
witches at II .. m
But after "A while art Tagged. II
sometimes does. even II some switch
man doesn't flag H. Everything
going out and nothing coming In. as
the vulgarians say. Money was
lacking TO pay Mr.. Magistcr and
Herr Ronsnstock their prices. When
one loves ones art no service seems
too hard. SO. Della said she must
give music lefsons TO keep the
chatting dish bubbling.
For two or three days she went
out clnvaSsing for pupils. One
evening she came home elated.
Joe, dear" she said gleefully.
I've a pupil And. oh. the loveliest
people. General-General A. u.
Pinkney's daughter--on list vt. Such
splendid house. Joe--you ought 10
SEQ the front door! Byzantine. I think
you would call H. And inside Oh.
Joe. / never saw anything like It
before.
MY pupil b his daughter Clemen-
tina I dearly love her already.
She's a delicate thing--drceses al.
ways In white: and the sweetest. Sim
plest manners Only is years old.
I'm To give three lessons week:
and. just think. joel Five dollars a
lesson. I don't mind II bit: for
when I get two or three more pu-
pills can resume my lessons with
Herr Rosenstock. Now, smooth out
that wrinkle between your brows.
dear. and let's have a nice supper. {"
That's all right for you. Della, "
said Joe. attacking a can of peas
with a carving knife and Ratchet.
but how about me? Do you think
I'm going 10 let you hustle for
wages while I philander In the re-
gions Of high art? Not by tho bones
Of Benvenuto Ceiiinl I'guess | can
sell papers or lay cobblestones. and
bring In a dollar or two"
Della came and hung about his
neck.
Joe. dear. you are silly. You
must keep on at your studies. IL In
not ms II had quit my music and
gone 70 work at something else.
While / teach I learn ] am always
with my music. And we can live
as happily as mlllionalres on SIS a
week You mugn't think Of leaving
Mr.. Msgister.-
AN right" said Joe. reaching for
the blue scailoped vegetable dish.
But I hate for you to be giving
lessons. II isn't art. But you're
. trump and n dear TO do IT,"
when one loves ones art no ser.
vice seems too hard" said Della.
"Magister praised the sky in that
sketch l made In the park" said
Joe. And Tinkle gave me permission
10 hang two Of them in his window.
l may sell one II the right kind Of
q mondred IDIOT sees them"
I'm sure you will" said Della.
sweetly. And now let's be thankful
for Gem Pinkney and this veal
roast"
During all Of the next week the
I.arrabees had an early breakfast
Joe was enthusiastic about some
morning effect sketches he was doing
In Central park. and Della packed
him or breakfasted- coddled.
praised and kissed nj o'clock. Art
Is an engaging mistress. II was
most times o'clock when he re-
turned In the evening.
At the end of the week Della,
sweeiiy proud but languid. triumph.
antiy tossed three five-dollar bills on
tho sxis dnches) center table OF the
sxi9 0cep fiat parlor.
Sometimes" she said. . little
YEARLY. "Ciementina tries me. I'm
afraid she doesn't practice enough.
and l have to tell her the same
things so often. And their she al.
ways dresses entirely in white. and
that does get rnonotonous. But Gen.
Pinkncy Is the dearest old man,
wish you could know him, Joe. He
comes In sometimes when l am with
Clementina at the piano--he is a
widower. you know--and stands
there pulling his white goatee. And
how arc the scmi-quavers and the
progIessing7 he
always asks
Il wish you could see the wsinscot.
ing in that drawing room. Joe! And
those Astrakhan rug poruercs. And
Clementina has such funny little
cough. l hope she In stronger than
she looks oh. l really am getting
attached 10 her. she is so gentle and
high bred. Gen. Pinkney's brother
was once Minister to Bolivia
And then Joe. with the air Of a
Monte Cristo. drew forth ten. a
five. a two and a one-all legal ten
der notes-and laid them beside
Delia's earnings.
sold that water color Of the ODE
dience 10 a man from PEORIA" he an
nounced overwhelmingly.
Don't joke with me-" said Della
mot from Peoriar'
IAN the way, wish you could see
him, Dele. Fat man with a wooden
muffler and quill toothpick. He
saw the sketch in Tinkle's window
and thought IL was n windmill at
first. He was game. tho. and bought
II anyhow. He ordered another-an
oil sketch OF the Lackawanna freight
depot--to take back with him. Music
lessons! oh. l guess art is still in
it."
I'm so glad you've kept on" said
Della heartily. You're bound TO
win. dear. Thirtythree dollars! We
never had so much to spend before.
Wen have oysters tonight"
And filet mignon with champig-
nons." said Joe. where is the olive
fork?"
on the next Saturday evening Joe
reached home first. lie spread his
SIS on the parlor table and washed
what seemed TO be a great deal OF
dark paint from his hands.
Half an hour later Della arrived,
her right hand tied up In a shape
less bundle of wraps and bandages.
How is this?" asked Joe, after the
usual greetings. Della laughed, but
not very ioyously.