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These drawings interpret New York as you see it, but they do not interpret the New York in which our readers live, or one which they would be willing to admit existed." "They interpret the real New York, though," interposed Stefan. "Obviously so, to you," replied the editor, looking at him for the first time. "For me, they do not. These drawings are an arraignment, Mr.
"Mens is awful foolish some times," asserted the good woman. "Dey pay no attention to tings everybotty knows all about. I tank Stefan he alretty now, so I say good-by and come again, ma'am. Alvays happy ter see you again vhen you comes, sure." The little girl came to Madge and rose upon her toes, for a kiss. More timidly the boy only proffered a hand. Mrs.
They asked for the refusal of both studios till the next day, and for that evening left matters suspended. In the morning, Stefan, retrieving his canvases from Miss Mason's flat, sought out the dealer, Jensen. Walking from Fifth Avenue, he was surprised at the cheap appearance of the houses on Fourth, only one block away.
"Proving that the joys of both are transitory, perhaps," said Ellerey, who sat beside him. He spoke only to Grigosie, but Stefan heard him. "Love, Captain a snap of the fingers for love; but wine's the very heart of life. There's wisdom and truth in wine, there's valor in it, and it's powerful enough to make even good sound men fall in love.
I have not found them, and the end may come when it will. It is an easier death you shall have from my hands than you would have from theirs." The sword was ready, and Stefan turned in the doorway just in time to see Anton and to catch his uplifted arm as he attempted to rush past him toward Ellerey.
Stefan must have been helping Adolph's brother to his feet again; perhaps that was where more of the money had gone. Stefan came home that afternoon, and Mary very unwillingly tackled the subject. He looked surprised. "I'd no idea I'd been drawing so much! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he exclaimed. "Yes, I've given poor old Henrik a bit from time to time; I thought I'd mentioned it to you."
"Well, there it is I hate them," said Stefan, "but there was one woman who would not hate me, do what I would. She was a bonny wench, so far as I am a judge, of bigger girth than most you meet, and with an arm of muscle to appeal to a soldier like me. At the street corner she'd wait awhile to see me pass, and she'd remark on the cut of my features and the stalwart looks of these legs of mine.
It is one thing to be surrounded by pretty women proclaiming you the greatest artist of your day, and quite another to listen while they exclaim on the perfections of your offspring and the health of your wife. For the first type of conversation Stefan had still an appetite; with the second he was quickly surfeited. Nor were women his only tormentors.
Stefan turned toward him and shut one eye. "Dodge the distinctions, lad, as you would the devil. They lead to Court and the society of women, two things to be avoided." "Why so, Stefan?" "Court fetters a man as a chain does a dog, and is unnatural, while a woman is the keenest weapon in all the devil's armory." "I have heard some well spoken of," said Grigosie.
Then he pushed open the door of his master's room and looked in. "Empty!" he said, satisfied that his master had not entered without being heard. "Here's another street quarrel, maybe, and more torn clothes to sell to the ragman." Then Stefan made his morning toilet. It was a simple process.
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