John Angelo at the water color exhibition

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John Angelo at the water color exhibition
Champney, Elizabeth W ( Elizabeth Williams ), 1850-1922
American Watercolor Society ( Illustrator )
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Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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by Lizzie W. Champney ; with illustrations by members of the American Water Color Society.

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T HEY were studio children, born amongst easels eye-glass, he squinted at the painting, and remarked
and palettes, lay-figures and.model-stands, and patronizingly to his father, "Not bad "
reared on high art along with their oatmeal and milk. Since then John Angelo had grown into a bewitch-
It was an old tradition that the first words spoken by ing boy of eight or nine years, with blonde hair
John Angelo in recognizable English were uttered banged above his dreamy blue eyes, a poetic and
sensitive nature, and an extremely picturesque black-
.velvet suit, with Vandyke collar of Irish point.
John Angelo's dearest friend was another boy of
about his own age, also an artist's son, but of most
pronouncedly commonplace appearance. In his
S pepper-and-salt suit, with his bristling, electrical hair.
EY we s o which no amount of brushing would make lie
Sp l smoothly, and from his good-humored but homely
It face, no one would have suspected that an artist's
John Angelo in recognizable English were uttered banged above his dreamy blue eyes, a poetic and

heart beat in Teddy Landseer's sturdy little breast.
"- -. Teddy Landseer loved roller-skating in the square,
and all the other rough sports of healthy boys. He
-.....__' was not too aristocratic to sit down on the curb-
AT PIGEON COVE- Geo. H Smidlc. stone and play at marbles with Chew Gum, the son
of the Chinese laundryman, yet he had a chivalrous
by the baby toddler before his father's largest canvas. heart, and was gentle to little girls, and to all weak
The mite had assumed the attitude of a connoisseur, and loving things. He loved dogs and horses, and
and with dimpled fingers, crooked to represent an he loved the sea, for he had spent his last summer


vacation on the coast of Maine; but ----- -- --
more than any of these he loved John
They were the only boys who lived
in the studio building, and the place -
was peculiarly unadapted to boys. What -
did all the busy artists, the painstaking
flower-painters, the precise etchers, the -
silent sculptor, the inspired, imaginative
painter, the nervous realist worried with
his technique, the absorbed impression- --
ist squinting with narrow-drawn eyelids
after values and quality, or the esthetic
decorative artist overwhelmed with fash-
ionable attention what did these folks
want with two boys in their studios, or
even in their vicinity ? So they prowled
together through the corridors, paus-
ing before open doors to nod to a
model, or to note the last picture oni
the easel, and made their shrewd com-
ments as they talked the paintings over
with the janitor down in the furnace-
room, drawing rough sketches of the
compositions on the floor with a piece of
Altogether the two boys lived in an
atmosphere as peculiar as did the Chil-
dren of the Abbey. The studio build-
ing itself, with its great windows, its
stone staircases and resounding halls,
cool even in summer, was not unlike an
abbey; and the pleasant, shady square
on which it looked, might have passed
for the cloister gardens. They were as out WAITING FOR THE BO.ATS.- Edward Mora1n.
of place as a colony of pigeons in a
penitentiary; and yet they made themselves as much up. They had heard people say that painting was a
at home, and adapted themselves to their circum- beggarly profession, but they did not care for that,
stances as well as the birds would have done. They they both had a supreme scorn for riches, and had
had both of them the true art feeling, and had de- shrewdly observed that artists had "more fun than
cided that they would be artists when they grew other fellers." Artists, therefore, and life-comrades
they would be. It only remained for each to choose
his peculiar style, for, as Teddy Landseer remarked
to John Angelo:
Pictures are different. Some like to paint land-
scapes, and some like to paint waterscapes; and
some artists paint clogs and horses and folks and
other animals; and some paint flowers and things."
"- Yes," replied John Angelo. "And they paint
WATER-LILIES. --ideia Brikdes. 'eni different. Vol set three artists to painting the


same landscape, and they wouldn't look the same. they look at the same things," remarked Teddy.
One fellow's would be as green as a spinach-pot, "I do," replied John; we see what we like best,
and another would work it in all gray, and, like as not, you know. Let's you and I take a run by Mr.
Draper's studio door, and
.-------- then tell each other what
S- we saw."
-" All right, go ahead.-
S What did you see "
"There was somebody
posing in the loveliest satin
dress; it looked just like
S moonlight on a lily."
I didn't see her dress,"
S- said Teddy Landseer; "but
she was a mighty pretty
young lady. She had lovely
"red hair and the jolliest
S-eyes; she looked straight
( -- at me and smiled. I wish
SI could smile like that."
) -~ "That so? I didn't no-
St ice. But all right didn't
"- I tell you artists see differ-
ent? Now if you will get
your father's season ticket
to the Water Color Exhibi-
tion we'll go over, and you'll
"- see they paint different."
As the two boys stood in
the entrance hall of the
Academy of Design before
the beautifully decorated
grand staircase, our rough-
and-ready Teddy involunta-
__ -. .rily took off his cap.
.__ My!" said he under
breath," aren't those Japan-
ese vases stunning ?"
"" And the palms! It
must look like the forests
of the Amazons. Teddy
Landseer, just look at that
door with the things over
S. -it- plaques, and fans, and
"_- lacquer-trays, and gold bro-
A RIVERSIl)E ANTIQUE -Art/hur Quartey. cade, and pampas-grass, and
no end of traps !"
the last one would get it brownish. I suppose they The prettiest thing of all is that big soap-bub-
:see things different." ble," said Teddy. "I wonder what keeps it from
"I don't see how they can see things different, if bursting."


be smelled of. If you stand far
S7 enough off that horse looks all right."
S. You're a regular impressionist! "
.: sneered John Angelo.
,-- ~. "I ain't either," retorted Teddy
Landseer hotly. "What is an im-
.- pressionist ? "
S .- It's a fellow who slings his
Palette at his canvas, and then sits
"- down and moans over it till he imag-
Sines it's a picture," replied John An-
gelo hotly. Honest-true, father
and two other artists sat down be-
S fore an 'impression' and tried their
Level best to make it out. One of
G ON TE B N the gentlemen thought it was a study
That isn't a soap-bubble, it's a bowl of iridescent of a sheepskin hung up in a tan-yard; the other
glass cried John with a laugh. "It is rather jolly. said it was a waterfall tumbling over rocks; and
Let's walk around the corridor." father thought it was meant for a terrier dog and
Hold on here, John Angelo, hold on," exclaimed two cats. They got the catalogue, and found it was.
Teddy excitedly, pausing before a street scene on a a Study ofa Beech Tree."
rainy night, by Mr. Lungren. Here's a picture, now I don't care," said Teddy; I heard-a lady say
Isn't that a regular soaker of a rain ? I guess that that a picture you could understand wasn't good for
old chap's mad anything. There must be mystery in it. What kind
"'l he forgot his um- of pictures do you like ? "
"brella. Just see I like to have things look real," answered the
how blurry the dreamy-eyed, Vandyke-collared John Angelo. "Look
d_ my f s gas-lights look at Mr. Woods' Reporter. That's a real live man. You
through the sleet,
and how the rub-
-: : ber overcoats
shine Wouldn't
it be fun to splash j -
around there with -
our rubber boots
S on ?
John Angelo
peered at the pic-
ture, then turned -
-_-- ~ to his friend with At
EARLY MORNING BY THE SEA. aler a disgusted ex- .
Sallerlec. pression. See -
here, Teddy," he .
said. I'm ashamed of you; that isn't any kind of a
picture. What sort of drawing is that? Do you
call that a horse ? Why, it's only a blot. Your lit-
tle sister could make a better horse than that." X
"I don't care, it's nice and sloppy," grumbled Ted-
dy Landseer, yet somewhat quenched; "besides, I've
heard my father say that pictures are not made to IN YE TOIIMEs Ed.G SaleIeTNCti.


differences in feeling- that there were the idealists
and the prose painters. Some artists invested com-
.. monest subjects with poetry, as Mr. Wyant and Mr.
S .'.' Gifford in their tender meadows and desolate moors,
which might so easily have been only stretches of
tiresome land. There were the brothers Smillie, too,
S. who could not paint an old pine or a hemlock without
making it look like a hero, and telling you by means
of its gaunt, twisted arms how many fierce storms it
had wrestled with and conquered. There was one pic-

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ALMIONU BLOSSOMS -Eleanor Greatorex. 41

couldn't take him for a beech tree. See him a-inter- ,b,-. -
viewing! Look at his eyes -sly as a fox, and his
pencil is just scooting over that paper. He's got
items enough for a whole newspaper now." I
Without being able definitely to express it, the
boys had discovered the grand division in the art of
to-day, and recognized that artists were either impres-
sionists -those who see broadly a sudden effect, 41 -
in a mnomen-
tary glimpse 1 - :
> through a clos-
Sing door get a CARRIAGES OF VENICE. -RObert Blunm.
"(I,* picture full of
I- force but with- ture which sturdy Teddy Landseer particularly ad-
,. T- Sout finish or mired, by Mr. George Smillie. It was a view at Pigeon
Si ,detail; and Cove -a rocky pasture, with a misty bay in the dis-
j realists -the tance, a lighthouse showing vaguely white upon an
.. '. men of careful island. But then Teddy Landseer would be likely to
elaboration, like all the pictures, without respect to manner or
'' *. who count method, which represented the sea, or was in any

i"' trivial to be Edward Moran's little fisher-maid waiting for the
conscientiously boats in her quaint wooden shoes, the wind playing
S..finished. Of with her hair as she held the great basket ready for
Si ll course the per-
fect artist
would be the
", DORDRECHT MILKMAII). C. Y. TurnZer. n O gh to V
catch and hold
the quality and effect of the first sketch, while also
sufficiently skilful and painstaking to give every part .- -- I.-_-__ -l l'I-
of the picture its rightful finish. ---
Yes, they had come at the outset upon a difference
in seeing things." They found also that there were OLD ICE-HOUSE NEAR SARATOGA. -James D Smillie.


the fish. He admired whole- them," said he. But Teddy looked at them indiffer.
sale, Mr. Quartley's pictures: ently, and John with a sniff pulled him along before
the old boat-house which had Miss Abbatt's Flowers of the Frost, and Algerian
once been a ship itself, the Snow, by Miss Greatorex.
boats, so gay with flags, await- "Here's something splashy and bold enough to
ing the New London regat- suit you," he said.
ta, and the ships with bulging, I don't understand the name," replied Teddy.
flapping sails "Algeria is
lying becalmed, '- in Africa-
the surf rolling ( they don't
Zv- in on Narragan- have snow
Ssett beach, and j!i 1 there."
the sketch of
menhaden fish-
ermen. He also
stopped by
A W LW reeIr. --Fr 'tMr. Satter-r-
lee's picture

of an artist seated by a rude fish-
ing-hut, painting a fisher-girl with '!
basket poised lightly on her head. '
"There's nothing like the sea,"
he said to Joh, Angelo,
"who was admiring Mr. -
Nicoll's lovely Playing on
the Beach. I had a taste
of it last summer it was
splendid." A
"I don't like the taste of it 4.. "
at all," replied John Angelo .- .
literally. It's too salt."
The Wreck of a Tri
reme, by Mr. Bloodgood,
came in also for its share "
of Teddy's admiration. In
fact, he sought out nearly-
ever marine in the gallery.
John Angelo did not partic- "
ularly care for nautical sub-
jects, and stopped whenever
he could before the flower
pictures, pausing long at
every study by Miss Fidelia
Bridges. Her Cobwebs was
perhaps the most exquisite o -
of all, but he liked as well.
the Flock of Chickadees, the FGA.Zo.--C S. Reiulharl.
Water-lilies, and the swal-
low skimming the daisy fields of Easthampton. "Well, but they have millions of almond blossoms,
"I wish the birds knew how that lady loves and their white petals fill the air like snowflakes.


say, John Angelo, what do they call a man who paints
fairy-stories like that: things that couldn't be, you
know? "
""I heard a lady say in father's studio the other
night, that Mr. Church was the greatest imaginative

''lmoR'iNc -C M Dewey

Sprinter of the day. There is another artist, Mr. Ved-
Sder, who paints queer things too, which you'd like. I
don't see any of his here, though."
"What makes that picture look so funny? asked

SAS OLE TM T Teddy. "This is a water-color exhibition, but that

Can't you just smell them, and don't you wish you picture looks like an oil painting."
were there ? John Angelo screwed up his eye, looked through his
But Teddy had jumped away for a closer view of hand after the manner of his elders, then shook his
the policeman and highwayman in Mr. Sanguinetti's head. "Let's ask the Professor." .
picture, and John ran on to find that tremendously "There are two methods of working in water
funny picture, in the other room, Coming thro' color," explained the Professor. One is called
the Rye-two little mice,
already famous, kissing each
their. '
Teddy declared he didn't ,
like funny pictures, they d s
hardly ever seemed funny to
him. He. admitted there ."
was one in the corridor that
was really delicious: a little -
"Puck bunting a kid.picture look so funny?" asked
" baby bis a water-coinlor, thatexhibition, but that
is what the artist oughthem, and don't you wish you picture looks like an oil painting."
to have called it," said up hs e l t
"Here's another of the e e te te e ee te
kind I like," said Tedd other ro' color," explained the Professor. One is called
"The Witch's Daughter, and -
the owl sitting on the moon.
Ilike Mr. Church, tI do! I EFLECTIONS. -Percy Moran.
I like nir. Church-, I do [ wl Elq.alr.loNS --Percy~ sllo,alL.


transparent, or pure water color; the other opaque, or or
body color."
"Then artists paint different as well as see and feel i'', '' I
different," said Teddy despondently.
"Certainly," replied the Professor; "transparent --
water color is considered the more legitimate. In it .
the white of the paper serves instead of a white pig-
ment, and all the washes are transparent. The effect
is entirely different when Chinese white is used, and -J
the method, which the French call guache, of piling on
color as in oil, is employed. Mr. Church's paintings
are good examples of body color; Mr. Freer's clear
and brilliant heads, of pure water color."
"I like that petticoat," said John Angelo, looking
critically at a picture of Mr. Freer's, to which the '
Professor had called his attention. [ .
"Yes," replied the latter; "it is painted with the .r b.1 .
"With the knife ? !J"
If you look carefully you will see that the quilted I


u\ knife-blade. Mr. Turner's fine Dordrecht Milkmaid
is another good example of body color."
Isn't she splendid, and don't her milk-cans
shine? I wish she sold us our milk-how good
and clean she looks !" said John.
O ." She is solid, and real," said Ted-
/ _dy; I suppose that is the reason the
artist painted her in that heavy kind
of painting."
Mr. Blum's pictures," con-
tinued the Professor, "you
will find, on the other hand,
L to be pure water colors."
"Oh, I know his pictures,
"they are the romantic ones,"
said Teddy; "I like 'em.
Here's one, Carriages of Venice.
I just like gondolas. The
,- water's good, but I wish
he had finished the house
He's one of your impres-
sionists," retorted John An-
OFF DUTY. T de Thulzstrup. gelo. "He didn't see any


things. Did you hear what that little girl said as she
passed that picture of Figaro ? "
S"r- TrA L"The barber cutting the hair of that hideous old
- .-- man? No: what was it?"
,-j- i She saw the artist's signature, C. S. Reinhart,
Stl'- derneath, and I suppose she must have known Mr.
"Reinhart, for she screamed right out, 'That's not a

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DUCKS. Mary L Stone.

more of the house the first time he looked."
"Then why didn't he look again ? "
I don't know.'"
Maybe it wouldn't have been so pretty. I don't "\ '"
think artists need to paint everything just as they see
it, like a photographic machine. When I paint I
mean to choose, and not put in every old ash-barrel.

"them every day. portrait of Mr. Reinhart! He doesn't look one bit like
Teddy shrugged his sturdy shoulders. One sees that!
too much of them, and in pictures where we can have Just here they discovered the lovely things by Mr.
what we please we might have only pleasant Leon and Mr. Percy Moran. Both Teddy and John
knew the artists hardly more
S than boys themselves. Teddy went
Swild over Mr. Percy's Reflections, a
"A .pretty young lady in a boat, with a
S ~.swan beside her; and John Angelo
thathappes to be in te wy d t liwas almost as enthusiastic over Mr.
"Ugly tg a ni.-- Leon's Flower Market near the Al'- -
leine, though he finally concluded he
r e liked best the Evening in the other
Room, and ended by saying, "Those
Moran boys are what they call ideal-
Sists, you know. I like the real pictures
"INSIDE SANDY HOOK. -Cas. Parsons. better. Did you ever see anything
I ;1.tha ostesle.Tdyw


He enjoyed the understanding which the boy and
bird evidently had with each other. How could Mr.
Hahs get that feeling into a picture ? he said again
and again. From this he passed on to a little duck
/ of a girl doing out her doll's wash in a trough. I'd
S -. just like to kiss her," he said.
S ,John Angelo came along and regarded the picture
SI languidly.
"That is by Miss Stone," said he. "I heard
S' father talking about her. She has painted in
S' Ecouen, and is under the influence of Edouard
i Frere, the French genre painter. He paints happy
peasant children with white caps and shiny por-
',, ringers. Father makes fun of them; he says it is the
.. k' i I kiss-me-mamma style of painting."
Teddy flushed. Then it's a very nice style,
",,( that is all I can
say," he retort-
i ed manfully.
Moran if you like it,"
replied John
more natural than that old darkey's face in Mr. Hoven- Angelo, n-..r
den's Dem was good ole Times ? It seems as if the next chalantly, a.l -
minute heed lay cown his pipe, pick up that banjo,
and give us Old Kentucky Home.'"
Then Teddy called him to see the boy of Mr. Hahs'
Teaching, the Afocking-bird a new Tune. John Angelo '

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tried to tempt him away to look at Thulstrup's O r ,
Duty sentinel.

low more really sleepy ? You can almost see his head ', '
bob. In another minute he'll drop over on to the
bench. I guess the model's neck ached that posed -_--._
for that picture." -
But Teddy returned to Mr. Hahs' sockieng-bid. SPANISH GIPSY FEEDING PIGEONS. Gerome Ferns.
]]lt Telddy retu~rnedl to hr. Hahs' lfoc~!'lllr~;-[21" l'. SPANISH GIPSY FEEDING PI(;EO.- Gerome Ferrts.


"-a ~ if you're fond of more prettily than most of the nowadays ladies ?"
Q i- ducks and chick- I guess so ; but Mr. Abbey's ladies are old-fash-
en-fixings there's ioned too, and I don't think their clothes are
a picture by Mr. pretty."
De Luce in the "You mean the green young lady by the wall.
corridor to suit That's because you are only a boy, Teddy, and don't
-" you: a little chap know. But I take notice everybody that does know
feeding chick- likes them. It is childish, Teddy, to like pink and gay
", ens; and there's blues better than you do can't-exactly-tell-what-you-
S,' a Spanish gip- are colors, and my mother says Mr. Abbey's old-fash-
sy feeding some ioned people in the magazines look as though they
more in the other had stepped right out of the last century."
room. They are But Teddy had found some more ships in
MENT. W. H. LitfNllott. fearfully tame." Mr. Tryon's On the Thames. "Wouldn't it be
"Really ?" jolly," said John Angelo dreamily, to be a
"No, in a picture, of course, by Gerome Ferris. pirate and paint some stirring marines from the
Isn't that a dandy suit, though ? Black jacket, red life ? "
sash, green knee-breeches, and leather spatter-dashes. "You'd be pretty sure then of being well hung, my
I don't like the way people dress nowadays. Do lad," remarked the Professor, who happened to be
you ? within ear-shot.
I think ladies and little girls look pretty," replied Yes, and probably engraved as well," added a
Teddy honestly. punning etcher.
"Of course they look pretty; but see Mrs. Smillie's And then," said an illustrator, who was always
As She Comes Down tlhe Stairs-that's old-fashioned, disgusted with the way in which his drawings were


and it's so sweet and simple; and don't you think reproduced in the magazines, "in the natural course
that Mr. Lippincott's Pink of Old Fashion is dressed of things you would be mortified."


herself. She hugs her dolly, and pretends she is
afraid the wolf will eat it."
S "And she has got herself to half believe what
she is playing," said Ted-
dy admiringly. Hurrah
for Mr. Millett "
John Angelo began to i
yawn-Teddy would
0- .have paced about all night
-and said: '
"Come, let's see the '
bridge, and then go
"Oh, I've seen it -
isn't the old wagon go-
ing over it natural, and
wouldn't you like to fish -
over the side? "
"I didn't see any wag-
on. What bridge do you
mean, anyhow? I mean .
the Brooklyn Bridge."
11 t" I mean Mr. Bel-
lows' bridge- that !
jolly New England
.. J .. landscape."
"Oh, that's easy "AS SHE COMES DOWN THE STAIRS."
enough. But if you -N s. Sacobs Sz/ie.
UNDER THE TOWERS, DEC., 1iSSi.--. -okinson Sith. want work, look at
Mr. Hopkinson Smith's bridge -just think of all them
Put him out, put him out exclaimed his com- ropes, will you ? Such a lot of drawing! Come along
panions in chorus; and the children passed on until -my neck aches."
held spell-bound by a charming pic-
ture of Mr. Shelton's, Grandfather on
Guard. He looks good enough,"
said Teddy, to let those children
take his crutches to play soldier -
Here, Teddy," called John An-
gelo, "just look at that little girl,
by Mr. Frank Millett. Isn't she just
enjoying herself "
She looks scared," said Teddy. 4 .271
Can't you see she's making it ?
She has seen that wolf-skin rug a
thousand times, and she knows per-
fectly well that it can't hurt her; but
she has been looking at the pict- t
ures in her story of Red Riding --..
Hood, and she is acting it out to P'RIDES BRIDGE ME.-A. F. Bellows.


"Well," said Teddy, '"I am glad the commit- was first started, it was the hardest work to get
tee did send back a thousand of the pictures. I enough pictures together to make an exhibition. Mr.
James Smillie, who was one
of the first presidents, said
they had to rake and
scrape everywhere to get a
few poor things. Didn't
S reject no thousand pict-
ures-no, sir! They hung
architects' plans and engi-
S. ..neers' maps to help cover
the walls, and accepted
,tinted drawings for albums,
and examples of spread-
eagle penmanship. They
were tickled to death to
get sixty pictures f rom
one man, and thought they
were amazing lucky But
what do you think, any-
GRANDFATHER ON GUARD.- W. H Shlelon. how, about 'em and their
methods ? "
guess both our necks would have ached then "I think," said Teddy Landseer, slowly, I think
"Just think," said John Angelo, recalling some it's just a 'go as you please' business, and the
more studio talk: when the Water Color Society more the merrier."

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(Exhibition of 1883.)

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Then you come in here with me and Teddy
Landseer. He's got back dir-cli on his door.

OHN ANGELO stared hard at her, and it was no That means he's gone over to Brooklyn to cash a
wonder for a queerer little bundle of humanity check, or up to Harlem to see his girl, or maybe to
rarely entered the studio-building. She was literally Jersey to make a sketch "
:-= erL i II ll ll \ t ,I i i . !, t

rarely entered the studio-building. She was literally Jersey to make a sketch."


Come along, and swashes and splashes it over everything. He
girl," added Teddy gets his studio soaking wet. I used to have bronc-
Landseer, popping theria and diphtheretis when I first posed for him.
up from behind an I did, so. Now I wear my water-rubber-proof inside
easel; "we've got my gown when I go there."
this studio all to our- John Angelo and Teddy Landseer, being artists'
selves this morning. sons, knew enough of studio ways not to be surprised
We both are too sick at this recital. "Well, what of it ? Teddy inquired
to go to school, just
S sick enough to have -
some fun, you know.
Besides you might
take cold out there
in the hall, you're so
thinly dressed."
dr s The Model Child
entered, and calmly
THE MODEL CHILD. divested herself of
a poke
bonnet, a Tam o' Shanter, a scarlet -
Persian fez, and a Normandy lace cap.
"I've got a pink sun-bonnet in my
pocket," she said as John Angelo drew
a prolonged whistle. "Mother didn't -
know which picture he might want
to paint on, and so I wore all my
dresses. This top one is my Mother
"Hubbard, and next comes a Kate Greenaway,
and then a blue peasant suit, and under that
my very best white Swiss and pink sash -it's sort
of rimpled, but that don't show in a picture- and
then my Dolly Varden chintz; next is a little
spangled gauze fairy dress, and then my night-gown
for the little girl looking for Santa Claus, and a black
"dress for the orphanless child, and then the very most
last is a gypsy boy's suit," and here she smiled com- 3
placently, as though if there were a model in the city
that understood her business it was she.
"Like to pose ?" queried John Angelo.I
shate it!" i
I should think it would be fun," meditated Teddy
"Landseer, "to get acquainted with all the different -
artists and see their studios."
"And you might learn a lot," suggested John
Angelo, "watching them at their work."
"Can't," snapped the Model Child. They are so
"So what?"
"They do it so different. One of mjr artists takes
a great wash bowl of water and paddles and paddles, AN OLD-TIME FAVORITE (FRAGMENT).- Frederick Dielman.


coolly. "If the picture is good, I don't care if it is a humming-bird's quill. When I look at her pic-
done in a laundry." tures it seems to me that no painting which is not
Mr. Dielman don't paint laundry," calmly pro- just as delicate can be the right thing; but all the
needed the Model. He's careful, nice." same, when I stood yesterday, 'way across the gallery
--and saw Miss Eleanor Greatorex'
Strumpet-creepers great dashing
S- spots of color that burn and flaunt
-- - just as the gaudy flowers themselves
do out in the sunshine -why, I had
"A"3-~ ....- ''," ir'7-B -,'--" to give in that things may be differ-
ent and yet each be good. They
.havze to paint 'various,' O Model
S Child! "
"Let's go over," said John.
.;... i-- -----"" Don't you remember what a lark
"i it was going last year together?
Half of the fun of going to a picture
.. gallery, somebody has said, is to
have some one with you to nudge
"and pinch and wink at over the poor
'---- '._ L -.-- -7-,- things and the good ones. I say,
"SOMlETHING ADRIFT. -S. R. Burleigh. Model Child, don't you want to come
with us ? She shook her head.
"You're right," assented John Angelo; "Mr. Diel- Don't like to go 'mongst swells."
man isn't afraid to finish, and his work isn't the least Oh, come now exclaimed Teddy, "you look
bit finnicky either. I've found out a difference be- as swelled as any of them."
tween finish and finick. Ted, do you remember his But a brisk step sounded in the hall. It was the
'Old Time Favorites,' the lady by the gate with the artist who had engaged the services of the Model
sunflowers on each side of her?
She looked like a sunflower herself, -, ;
so straight and stately with that old-
fashioned hat shading her eyes... -'_
When 1 paint, I'm going to paint like -
"You don't know how you're
going to paint," replied Teddy Land-
seer philosophically. You can't
tell how you'll see things by that
time. Maybe the lady'll stand by
the gate all right, but you'll be see-
ing a sunset, and you'll get her and
the sunflowers and everything else
all lost in the color and the haze
and the glow, and where'll be your .,
finish then ? But, old fellow, I do --
like some sorts of finish myself.
There's those bird and flower pic- FISHERMEN IN PORT.-A. F. Bellows.
tures of Miss Bridges. I believe
Miss Bridges used to be a bird before she was a Child, eager for his work, and the boys set out on
lady. Her drawing is as fine as if it was done with their Art-pilgrimage alone.


"Aren't the decorations gorgeous ? Teddy mur- blue water that Mr. Nicoll paints so well! Here
mured admiringly as they mounted the staircase, we coast along in sight of Mr. Granville Perkins' and
"Yes; Beckwith knows how to do a good thing," Mr. Silva's beaches Now we sight Mr. Bricher's
replied John Angelo. "That great Japanese um- old wreck with the rusty nails starting out Now we
brella looks as if it was painted in water color too, rake up something adrift with Mr. Burleigh! Hurrah!
and seems really to belong here, for a wonder." we hail Mr. Bellows' Fishermen coming into Port. This
Now what I like about artists," announced Teddy is the sort of thing, Ted ? he ended, out of breath, with
Landseer, is that they travel and see all sorts of an indulgent smile at his chum.
nice places. They are explorers, you know, and I'd rather have it a little more so. Give me a
they bring you back a kind of thing the writing- sea running like that in Mr. Gifford's picture yonder

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travellers can't capture. Just look around the walls -makes me think of the storm just before the
of this Academy!" cried Teddy warming up, "you shipwreck in Robinson Crusoe-clew up the fore-
can make the tour of the world without leaving the top-sail, balancereef the mainsail, haul down thesland-
building. What jolly fun to strap on one's sketch- ing jib, let her drive- and maybe have the luck to
box and do it really! This is a regular Cook's excur- be cast away at the foot of those old quarries of Mr.
sion ticket exhibit -let's count up places, for the Richards',,and we'd make a fire in the caverns and
fun of the thing! cook gull's eggs. There now !"
All right," responded John Angelo, I'm in for Looks 's if there'd be better fishing off there in
imagining Here goes: We can be war correspon- Mr. H. P. Smith's picture, only there's a ground
dents, as Mr. Frank Millet was, and go to Russia swell on," replied John Angelo, humoring Teddy's
or follow the Jeannette expedition and paint icebergs, vein. I'd rather do Easthampton with Mr. H. Bol-
or chum with Stanley, and while he shoots lions paint ton Jones, or Horseneck Beach with Mr. Tryon, or
them like Ernest Griset. We'll begin here in the Long Beach with Mr. Cropsey."
east room and charter that schooner of Mr. Edward John Angelo, you hug the shore like a regular
Moran. See how we dance over the water, a stiff land-lubber. Now let me lay out the chart. If Mr.
breeze behind us Here we make straight for the Quartley don't object, I'd man that fishing-smack,


make a straight course for the North Sea, strike Mr. "They did
Gifford off Holland, pass Mr. Satterlee's Sea-weed though. Mr. ':r.i "
Gatherers on the coast of France, and anchor just Parsons paint- ,. ,
as Mr. Quartley does over here in sight of San Marco ed the land- 'L .. -'
in Venice, with Mr. Blum alongside in the next scape and Mr.
gondola." Abbey the fig- -' .
"There, that'll do, Ted," laughed John Angelo. ures. Here ...-
"Now let us look around and enjoy ourselves." we are; look
The adventure-loving Ted paused a moment before now!" This s "
some inviting cliffs of Mr. Thomas Moran, then joined was the une- -. '.,AI '-.
his friend. All right," said he, I heard mother eventful kind of
saying last night that one of the pictures that looks as water that I
if two artists had enjoyed themselves while painting seemed to suit .
it, was in the south gallery." John Angelo. '
"Ar'n't you a little mixed with your grammar? "Well," said
How could two artists enjoy painting one picture ? he, "this is
.t --V.-*-*-r-------- 'rn
"* something like, and they seem to fit
-- right into each other. How lovely
the foreground is, the church peep-
ing through the trees, and the girls
lovelier than all I tell you what,
Ted, two artists must be pretty
S'.. x m good friends as well as painters
to set off each other's work so
". .. "Perhaps you and I'll do it some
... I day," dreamed Ted.
F", . "Perhaps; but we don't see many
grown men our kind of friends.
F y Move on! I'm glad we've got
among the landscapes."
S, iJohn Angelo didn't play at enthu-
siasm now.
S"Here, see this autumn view by
Mr. McEntie, with maples all aflame!
and this harvest scene by Mr.
Shurtleff I like even better; and
here is a delicate, exquisite view by
S Mr. Bruce Crane-- ah, he can use
water colors Hallo! Mr. H. Bol-
-.. ton Jones, your winter is just beau-
"tiful! Oh, see how that snow lies
"so soft, so thick! and the ice on
OIL: .Z2 that little creek gleams green be-
tween the banks, while the trees
.. make a purple fringe against the sky
ROUGH WEATHER.-R. Swain Gifford. -that's the way I'm going to han-


melting autumn browns are so rest-
ful. Mr. Gibson's and Mr. Nicoll's
--S -_-_ / -- -.'i are dainty yet natural, too. I wouldn't
-- mind going to sleep under that fence
S- half-buried with wild flowers. But,
',' f ft Ted Landseer, did you ever see any-
thing so horrid as those things by Mr.
-" Currier? Are those trees, or are they
old brooms stuck in the mud ? "
Ted fired up at this. They may
look queer at this distance, but come
away to this side of the gallery, squint
up your eyes, and they look mighty real.
MARSH LANDS.-J. PFrancis Mzurfhy.
Mr. Currier knows what he's about."
dle water colors --and Mr. Murphy has some nice "They look about as slangy as you talk," retorted
landscapes in the John Angelo aft-
other room, fa- er a long pause,
other said. Let's t i during which he
go in. Yes, there duly "squinted
they are! That's up his eyes."
larsh-lands, and -'- "How can pict-
this one is his \ .- ures be slangy ?
too, where the .. .. "I s'pose they
trees stand up can be coarse."
grandly." ." John Angelo,
"Yes," said ,' '. that doesn't pre-
Ted, I like Mr. ,'' tend to be a pict-
Murphy's trees, j .I ,. ure in your sense
and those of the 'of the word-it's
two Mr. Smillies. an impression, and
Look at those an impression,"and
Look at those 1 ': I tell you it's
swamp willows I,' i .--.t
Those men know "" So is a knock-
trees. You can down blow; but
tell the difference "ALONG THE SHOARE OF SILVER STREAMING THEMMES."--Abey-Parsons. I don't like it."
tell the difference I don't like it."
right in their pictures, between a canoe-birch and a "And I do. That's it; you can't argue about such
hemlock. They know enough, too,
when they paint a hemlock always
to put a spruce hugging up beside
it. Those trees are lovers, and
can't bear to be parted any more '- '-
than golden-rod and asters." -I
To hear you talk, Ted, one would ..
think trees were alive." OA -
So they are: but it isn't every I e7' tfl. !r_,
artist can paint the life into the m, M' r, .
not even enough so that you can tell 'I
"an elm from a maple." "" b i
"I like Mr. Farrar's landscapes !1. .. 4
pretty well." said John Anzelo; his NOW CAME THE EVENING ON.- Henry Farer.



things as Mr. Currier's pictures. Either you like 'em Nevertheless I dare you to forget either her or
or you don't. Mr. Chase is an impressionist too. Mr. Currier's picture. They make an impression,
What do you think of his Lady in Black ? I tell you, and Mr. Chase would tell you, that if you
I like her dress, but she hasn't any face," re- looked at the whole figure you wouldn't notice the
turned John Angelo promptly, face much, but that you would carry away a very
strong impression that the lady was dressed in
"But see here, I don't care what she's dressed
in! In that case, what does the picture amount to?
I'd rather see a pretty lady's face than the hand-
somest dress that ever was made Talking about
faces, did you ever see anything lovelier than Mr.
Freer's Annie Laurie or Mr. Beckwith's peasant
girl with the spotted handkerchief tied around her
head? And only look at Mr. Winslow Homer's
fisher girls-you never could remember what they
",I.' S had on, and you couldn't forget their faces if you
i, tried. That's the kind of impression I want made
YUon me."
"""' "Very well. My side of the argument is good
I yet," said Ted. "Now Mr. Kappes paints in a
,.},' 4 dashing, careless-looking way, but he knows what
he's doing, and doesn't he get a lot of character into
his faces See this poor old lady singing the Last
-- ~ Hymn. Mr. Chase simply didn't choose you should
- --- remember the face but a lady dressed in black."
"Well, I ain't going to argue," said John Angelo.
A LADY IN BLACK. Win. Chase. "They paint' various,' as said the Model. Still I do


like finish. There's Mr. Thulstrup with his little eccentric way was just concluding some remarks
Swedish girl and her mother trudging off to church in reference to the picture as the boys came up.
Good character study, first-rate," he said. Mr.
Smedley is one of the strong men among the Realists.
How much better a truth-recording thing like this
will be a half century from now when no one will be
alive who has ever seen such an antiquated old gen-
tleman, than a picture of the imagination."
My dear fellow," replied the Professor kindly,
"this picture is valuable for the reason which you
give; but the Idealists have their place too. Such
a picture as Mr. Church's Lion in Love will be as
charming at any period as it is now."
The artist nodded his head an indefinite number
of times, and somewhat violently. Oh Mr. Church
of course. Every one admires Mr. Church and his
I^ poetic fancies, but what do you say, for instance, of
Mr. Brennan's Day?"
Means the horned lady in the corridor, that you
called the conundrum," whispered Teddy.
/ Here the art critic spoke. He wore a very un-
ANNIE LAURIE.--Fred wV. Freer. happy expression, by the way.

together. See that tot lugging an umbrella nearly as
big as herself. Her face is just bubbling over with .
"Let's go back into the south room," said Ted.
"There is Mr. Lasher, the art critic, talking with the --
Professor about Mr. Smedley's old Quaker gentle- -
man. Let's hear what they are saying."
"What I really would like to know more about," -
confided John Angelo, "is why water color is so -
popular, and how it differs from oils. When I asked
father the difference, he laughed and answered with '
a French rhyme:

Lapeinture a 'hmuile
Est laplts diffeile.
ilais c'est bien flus beau
Que la peinture a l'eau.

He said it might be translated: .

Painting in oil demands the most toil, \
But what can be duller
Than pure water-color ?

"Now, I think, Ted, that water colors are as hand-
some as oils, and, as the Model Child says, they are ,
a great deal more various '-it must be so hard to -
get both delicacy and distinctness in oils."
An artist dressed in a careless and somewhat SUNDAY IN DELECARLIA.- T. de Thlulstrup.


"I confess that I, the autocrat of taste who am of her verdict that artists were "various," and that it
supposed to instruct the public definitely in whack was well for the world of picture-lovers at large that
they should and should not admire, am not a little they were.
puzzled by Mr. Brennan." They do paint so different," assented the Model
"Whew, now!" exclaimed John Angelo softly, Child, "and they act various, too, while they are
"if here isn't a newspaper man
who says he doesn't know some-
thing!" -
"The exhibition," remarked the
Professor, is not, and should not,
be confined to one clique or school,
it should represent every aim and
every method; the brilliant pure
washes of the Spanish-Italian
school, the loading of gray paper
with Chinese white after the Dutch
manner; Literalists and Idealists,
Realists, Impressionists, and even
Affectationists, should all have a
"place here, as they have. To my
"mind every artist ought to be .
allowed to pursue any method by >- '
which he best can bring about a d l
pleasurable result, be that result a
suggestive sketch affording scope e
to the imagination, or an exquisitely -----.
finished picture ministering com-
plete satisfaction to the critical fac- t
"The Professor is a gentleman,"
remarked John Angelo as they
turned away. That sounds like ii!
'Peace on earth, good will toward
men.' I am tired of seeing so
many pictures at once. Let's go
home and talk them over with the
Model Child and come again in -
the afternoon.
The studio door was open and
they could see the child posed \
upon the model stand, reaching
THE LAST HYMN. Alfred Kanes.
out a spoon after imaginary jam.
She heard the boys in the corridor and her arm painting. Some of 'em walk backward and forward,
dropped wearily. to see how their pictures will look from the other end
"You are tired," said the compassionate artist. of the room. One of my artists makes faces all the
"Take this stick of candy and go rest." time, lots funnier than he paints; a good many of 'em
She threw off her poke bonnet and donned her never say a word, but just smoke till it's no wonder
Normandy cap as though the complete change of they don't get the colors right. Some whistle, and
head gear were a comfort, and ran out to the boys. one- the one I like best sings songs from the
They reported to her the Professor's confirmation operas. I've seen 'em run their hands through their


hair as if they overheard them. They scampered up one flight of
S were trying to stairs and sat down on some blocks of marble which
.-' ": i'llf pull th em had just been brought up for the sculptor.
S selves up tal- "Tell me about the pictures over at the exhibition?"
IU l ]er, and scowl asked the Model Child. Maybe I was in some of
1i -- awful and talk 'em."
S to theirselves; John Angelo laughed and shook his head.
"and some "That Mr. Lungren that makes pictures in the
,, again talk to magazines," said he, "has sent home some views
Sme, and tell about the quays and parks of Paris, but he hasn't
-) me nice sto-
ries. I know

I Ia -

cl I,'. r: I'.ike 3 r1

do ..1 1 1..
panoramas. That one's kind, even te> tI:l. -- I'
Once he wanted to put a frog in a pic:'ii ..n1:1 -- -
he went over to Staten Island and brotita oLi' 0' ..-
back in a tin pail, and after he \ -V K
had painted it the frog looked at 1
him so sorrowful and reproachful, -
that he couldn't bear to kill it. -
He said it had helped him do his I u,':. I ,"'' -: __---
work and it deserved some pay. He
wouldn't throw him away just any-
where, either, for he said the frog -
looked homesick for his wife and I
children; so he put him back into i .
the pail, and carried him to the
very swamp where he found him,
so he could be happy again in hc is.
"own family." That's the sort of
man for me," exclaimed Teddy
Landseer. "Don't you wonder --- I
what sort of stories that frog had I
to tell after he got home ? Likely -
as not he went around lecturing on ,
art. Wonder if he found his wife Ij'
and all the little froggies dressed
in hmournin ."
"Doubtless they were all in .
weeds," exclaimed agruff voice from 4' : I
behind the studio door, and the
children knew that the artist had BEFORE MR. SMEDLEY'S PICTURE, A GENERATION AGO."


had good sketching weather, it's been raining over another of Little Mabel -. -
there like everything- you could see that. My I how on Midsummer's Day ,_-. M
his cab hire must count up For I'll warrant those trotting down to the -'t.- --
pictures of wet days and rainy nights were painted Lady-well to fill her
pail. Did you pose for -
..*' -' that model, or for Mr. .i
'g.. *. Newell's Cinderella ? .
S' The child shook her
A. head. '. -
"Then there was a
""F ,big beach view by Mr. /
''( ','.y Turner, where a baby / I
was having a nice time
S_ playing in the sand,
S' =-and Percy and Leon
-- ''Moran had some very \
., pretty peasant-girls, and
Mr. DeLuce's Violet is i I i
Y,' as sweet as the flower."
' And," cried Teddy, -
S"you can't have for- -
THE MODEL POSES. gotten Mr. Wood's pic- -
ture of the little girl up
inside a hack -else how could he have kept his in a barn-loft just ready
colors dry? to jump into her grand- THE MODEL RE-POSES.
"They are water colors you know," replied Teddy father's arms. Miss
dryly, and the Model Child gravely giggled with him Stone's barnyard was another good one too. Then
over his pun. Rain don't hurt some water colors, there is the old lady that Mr. Weldon painted who
I have seen pictures that looked just as if they had had come with her daughter to visit the house in
been painted in a rainstorm, with water slopped on which she was born. The floor is broken, and the
here and spatter- old fireplace is
ed up there, and r falling to pies
the paper all +. and there is a
blistered and the -kl look in the old
colors draggled lady's eyes as if
together, and as P she felt that she
if they had been and the old house
laid face down in : were a good deal
a tub of water alike some way."
after they were .- ,"" "I don't like
all painted." sad pictures,"
"Well, this said the Model
isn't telling what Child. "Wasn't
we saw that we there any real
liked," interrupt- funny ones s?"
ed John. Mr." Perhaps so.
Fenn had one -- Let's see! There
jolly picture of a was a little chap
Mill (t Mar- playing on a
shall's Creek and MARSHALL7S CREEK, PA.-Harry Fenun. whistle, by Mr.


Sin this world than flowers; and
.- .Miss Abbott's Wayside Dandelions
"-" .- -- . are little beauties. Mrs. Dillon's
roses are more aristocratic, just as
.- '-' ' : roses really are, and have a refined
".- lady-like droop; but those sturdy
S. -little beggars of dandelions hold-
ing .her -n ing up their jolly round faces are
lie d c,,, andp Mr.; s. just like ragged country urchins
to .a trudging along. They might have
"spr .. M. grown in Mr. Waller's picture, for
l:it b e t that was By the Waiside too."

"J. G. Brown, and another funny little fellow by Mr.
Perry, an old colored woman by Mr. Kappes, feed- .
ing her grandchild, and saying, Chile, you is like '
de bottomless pit.' Mr. Volkmar had some funny
little ducks, and Mr. Edwards a regular fairy story
in a procession of elves and sprites. Mr. Mitchell
too had a plucky little elf climbing along a bending
spray. Then Mr. Rogers exhibited a picture of a
kind sister rigging up a magnificent hoople for her
little brother to roll in the park."
And," added John Angelo, there was Mr. Lip-
pincott's Culture, the queer old man puzzling over -
his newspaper. But after all, Model Child, let me
impress upon you that there isn't anything much prettier -

'".A '.-: There were a good many nice flowers,"
',. reflected Teddy. "Mrs. Smillie's Chrysan-
S- th- emums suited me, and Miss Keenan's Roses,
-but let me impress it on you, Model Child,
that there isn't anything much prettier in
I| this world than birds. I would like to have
S.just such a pigeon-house as Mr. Tiffany
S found in St. Augustine, with just such doves
-. in them as are fluttering around Walter
A-- _'' Shirlaw's little girl for their crumbs. I
--- didn't see many animals, but Mr. Shelton had
"- -some spirited horses, and Mr. Monks some
---__ sheep and lambs that were almost alive.
Mr. Pattison had some too, that were ever
A JOLLY TIME.- Charles Volimar. SO cunning. I'll take you to see them."


-I I- manufacture, and she's a part of the tedious
machinery. I'd just like to hear a company
of models discuss art, wouldn't you ?"
"", f 4 "Mr. Millett and Mr. Blashfield had pict-
"ures of Roman ladies," remarked Teddy re-
flectively to John Angelo, after the Model


So'll I,' said John Angelo.
"You really ought to see a lot of
finished pictures all together now
you see them only a scrap at a

The Model Child shook her head.
" I don't care for pictures," she '
said. e
John Angelo laughed : I .
shouldn't think she would; picture- --
making is not art for her-it's


Child had disposed of her candy and
/ gone back to her work, "that make my
Latin seem more interesting, and there
1 / /44-; "was a lady playing on an old-fashioned
banjo, by Miss Weaver, that I liked.
/ There was a cavalier too in a broad lace
I ,, i /' -^ collar, by Mrs. Adams, who looked like
a real prince, gay and courteous, but
brave and noble too; and there was
another dainty lady that I liked, in
Hassam's Spring-lime."
"Ted! exclaimed John Angelo,
7 -"I have been thinking about another
--- I. c, exhibition of pictures I went to see at
an auction store the other day. They
/1 '' were European paintings-an awfully lot. They looked like the pict-
"ures you see on cretonne-just about
-the same color effect such screaming
blues and greens and furious reds.
-. You could see the artists painted them
.. on purpose for the American public, and
that they had an idea that the Ameri-
CULTURE. 14/. H. Lit/,bco t can public had no brains nor taste.


And yet they were going at the fanciest prices. The the little gems at the wa- -
money paid for one hideous thing by a Spanish artist ter color exhibition."
with a big name, would have bought a half-dozen of "So much the better -
for the right kind of pict-
/ ure-buyers! cried Ted ,
gleefully. "Theuglyhigh-
Spriced foreign pictures can
only be bought by a few
: rich swells, you see, while
".'. ~ people who are just com-
fortably off can afford to
"3. buy the really nice work
of our own American ar-

J \ INTERMEZZu.-Miss C. Weaver.

Stints instead of the photographs
I and engravings which used to
be the best they could have.
Isn't that just as it ought to be ?
e Why, John Angelo, father says
S'r* -even the auinsted of th e artists
Themselves are buying paintings
this year! And if I were a paint-
er I would rather have a picture
'' .-of mine bought by some one who
i" knows a good thing when he sees
/ 1. it, and who hasn't money enough
S'' 'I -to buy everything, so that he will
t I -I cherish it, and look at it, and en-
oP joy it, and prize the possession
of it, and make a treasure of it,
Than by the wealthiest millionaire
,i i--- 0 'that ever lived if he didn't really
w -''. of micare for the picture any more
than for his wall-paper. I often
,, -..think how an artist who can see
SN I bot cherih the beauty and the art in a
Very fine picture must wish he
W- could buy it."
SI" of I heard a lady say," re-
'----- :: : 1 ~ = i ,marked John Angelo, "that 'art
decoration was going out; that
--- plush plaques with bunches of
-- artificial flowers hung on them,
CRUMBS.- Walter Shirlaw. ginger jars and drain-pipe, cat-
CRUMBS. --Pn~a~er Shirlawu. ginger jars and drain-pipe, cat-


with said: 'Good I am really quite encouraged
S /if people are already becoming educated beyond
.., --, playthings so that
-'"' -""' a few really fine - 7
pictures, with se--
... vere simplicity in
furnishings, will I *-
0ir be "all the rage" ''--
,.' .-__. .,, before long.' She
"--_ r said she was just
sick of the word
Sb-, bric-a-brac."
And I say
hurrah too!" .
"cried Teddy. -
For when all
the gim-cracks
are out of fash-
,iu t 4. ion in the parlor
7-I they will be
"" :{[ moved up-stairs
"4~I<'i- to the attic and
HI 2Nnursery; and
-A..s then won't the
young oneshave SPRING-TIME.- F. Cide Hassa.
-' '- "fun playing curi-
S. ..,osity-shop, and auction, with all the gorgeous old
",.- 'r things "
SJohn Angelo laughed: I suppose it don't matter
A STUDY IN ST. AUGUSTINE.--Louis C. I if the young ones' tastes are vitiated nobody seems
to think about that in children's playthings! How-
tails and storks were no longer thought to be pre- ever, the King is dead! Long live the King Long
cious things. And the other lady she was talking live water-colors, at prices every-day folks can pay "


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