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The self-portrait of the painter is a favourite, though the much-vaunted feather in the head-gear is stiff; perhaps feathers in Holland were stiff in those days. But the painters flock to this portrait and never tire of copying its noble silhouette. The two little studies of the painter's father and mother are characteristic. One, of the man, is lent by Dr. Bredius.
Every applicant supposes his own case the most important. There is a whirl of excitement, and there is an exhilaration in being able in many ways to serve the public. But, if the man gives up his habits of study, he is lost. His appearances become commonplace; the public tire of him, and throw him aside as ruthlessly as they have senselessly idolized him.
Oddly enough, at approximately the same time, each car suffered a flat tire, and the young couples inside suddenly found their evening and their lives somewhat different from what they had been expecting. The young lady riding in the first car became instantly upset. "Well, this is just great," she said to her escort with understandable disgust.
I got into the muleteer's covered cart; he began a loud song; we proceeded through the square where the crowd were assembled. The enthusiasm of the moment occupied them so entirely, that we were fortunately disregarded. We got out of Paris safely: I will not tire you with all my terrors and escapes. I, at length, got on board a neutral vessel, and landed at Bristol.
Of course it would tire her and shake her cruelly, no doubt of that. But Hendrick even talks of some sort of balanced bed on the hammock idea and Miss Slater would see that everything that was humanly possible was done. I believe it could be managed.
We can take five-minute breaks when we begin to tire." "I'm with you. Tote those rocks." "Let's use one light, too. No point in just clearing the tunnel. We want to break through in as short a time as possible. If we use the light we can pull rocks from nearer the top of the slide." "Sensible as usual. I'll prop my light so it shines on the slide."
A light would come into his face, a stalwart kind of pride sit on him, though beneath there lurked a strange, sardonic look in his deep eyes such a grim furtiveness as though he should say: "If I but twist my finger we are all for the fishes." But he kept his secret and waited. He never seemed to tire of looking down the gulf, as though expecting some ship.
"I will not tire the patience of the court, or exhaust my own strength, by going over the history of this painful case the kidnapping in London on the mere belief of a police-constable that I was a Fenian in New York the illegal transportation to Ireland the committal for trial on a specific charge, whilst a special messenger was despatched to New York to hunt up informers to justify the illegality and the outrage, and to get a foundation for any charge.
There was a sharp explosion and an ominous whistling of escaping air. The driver stopped the car, got out and regarded the flat tire with a frown of despair. "Now what's the matter?" demanded Aunty Bixby, irritably adding, with an air almost of triumph: "I always did say I hated the dratted things." How the chauffeur managed to get that tire changed the boys never afterward knew.
When he left the Walthams, he occupied himself for an hour or two in writing letters, resolutely subduing his thoughts to the subjects of his correspondence. Then he ate supper, and after that walked to the top of Stanbury Hill, hoping to tire himself. But he returned as little prepared for sleep as he had set out.
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