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Now, Jim, this poor girl, who, it seems, has recently been acting as the judge's secretary, has just learned that that coup of Reinhart and his crowd has completely ruined her father. The decline has swamped his own fortune, and, what is worse, a million to a million and a half of his trust funds as well, and the old judge well, you and I can understand his position.
He was speaking to me again. "What do you want? If you are here to beg for Reinhart and his pack of yellow curs, you've got your answer. I wouldn't let up on that fiendish hyena, not if his wife and daughter and all the dead wives and daughters of every 'System' man came back in their grave clothes and begged. I wouldn't let up a share." I gasped in horror.
Without thinking, I replied, hastily: "He is out in the grounds with Miss Reinhart." Ah, heaven! shall I ever forget the face turned to mine, so white, so scared, so stricken? "What did you say, Laura? Come here; I did not hear you." Then, when her trembling hands clutched mine, I knew what I had done quite well. Patience came round to my mother with a look at me that spoke volumes.
"No, and never will," I replied, with all a child's pride in a mother's courage. "I thought as much," she said, with a peculiar smile. "Lady Tayne has plenty of sense." "She has plenty of patience," I replied, "and plenty of opportunity of exercising it." "So much the better," replied Miss Reinhart, and then we resumed our lessons. It was soon all over with the old servants.
Reinhart as an artist of immense capacity who yet somehow doesn't care. I must add that this aspect of him is modified, in the one case very gracefully, in the other by the operation of a sort of constructive humor, remarkably strong, in his illustrations of Spanish life and his sketches of the Berlin political world. Mr.
But for this our illustrators must do their best, appreciate the endless capacity of their form. It is to the big picture what the short story is to the novel. It is doubtless too much, I hasten to add, to ask Mr. Reinhart, for instance, to work to please the twentieth century.
In its new phase the undertaking has succeeded; and it is not always that fortune descends upon so deserving a head. Two or three fine talents in particular have helped it to succeed, and Mr. Reinhart is not the least conspicuous of these.
Eastwood had lavished on her, my father appreciated to the full the comfortable arrangements, the punctuality over dinner, the bright and fresh appearance of everything. Nor was Miss Reinhart slow in reminding him that he owed all this extra comfort to her selection of a good housekeeper. It was but natural to suppose that Mrs.
Old John Gibson, though not the oldest of the habitués, was the chief of our Anglo-American community; Randolph Rogers, Mosier, Reinhart, Story, and two or three other sculptors, whose names I have forgotten, and two or three American landscape painters, of whom Tilton was chief at the time of my arrival, had the monopoly of American patronage, and every wealthy American who came conceived it his duty to patronize American art, while our government had the tradition of always sending an artist to Rome as consul.
I am quite sure that Miss Reinhart had made this her test; that she had said to herself if she had her own way in this, she should in everything else. It was her test of what she might do and how far she might go. It came at last. The blow fell on us, and she won. My father spoke seriously to my mother. He said Mrs.
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