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UNCONSCIOUS GOOD,
By F. A. MITCH EL.
[Copyright. 1909. by American Press Asso
ciation.]
I was no artist struggling for recog
nition. I bad painted picture after
picture In the hope of winning reputa
tion and had failed. A friend said to
me. "Paint something from the heart."
I resolved to take his advice. Mouths
passed while I was trying to find a sub
ject. Then I decided to attempt to
palut the face of a good woman. She
might be beautiful, but she must be
good. Then I hunted a long while for
a model. I found uoue. There were
comely models and there were models
who were good, but the good was not
stamped upon the features to a degree
required. At last I gave up trying to
And a model except for the purely
physical part of the picture. 1 selected j
one who would do very well In this re- j
8 poet aud put her face on the canvas. ;
Then 1 paid her and sent her away.
My work now commenced. I should j
not call It work, for creation Is not ;
work. If It is work it Is worthless.
And yet what I did was work. This
I know, because it was worthless. I
painted over my canvas till the paint
was too thick to take on more, then
transferred the face to ntiother aud
recommenced. Three months passed.
I had made several such transfers, and j
every canvas had become a daub, j
Finally 1 transferred the face once |
more and, before beginning to put on ;
what I was attempting, decided to
take a rest.
I soon began to think that my rest
so far as that especial picture was
concerned would uever cud. It seemed
to me that to produce a face typical of
the good without a model must neces
sarily be a failure.
One day I saw a girl in a trolley
car. She sat directly opposite me.
What man Is there who has not seeu
some woman for the tlrst time and
said to himself. "That's the woman 1
wish for my wife." This 1 said to
myself. I sat for a long while looking
at the face, and when the girl at last
got out of the car It was Indelibly fixed
In my memory.
I went to my studio and put It on
canvas. Before I arose from my seat
at the easel my object was accom
pllshcd? that Is. the expression I de-'
sired to produce was there.
When my picture was finished 1
submitted it to several critical people.
They all pointed out its faults, but If
what I had so coveted was there none
of them discovered It. llowover. 1 1
j had sufficient influence to secure a j
place for my production In a proml
I nent gallery. It was hung near a fa
mous picture. I watched the throngs
pass mine seeking for Its great rival.
"Where is It?" they all asked referring
to the latter. "There!" They approach
ed It reverently and stood gazing on
It admiringly.
"If this picture is so great why do
these people need to have it pointed
out to them?" I asked.
But there may have been envy In my
heart.
Occasionally one would pause before
my picture, but not for long, aud 1
soon gave up hope that It would se
cure me recognition.
While it was hanging In Its place
I was a frequent visitor to the gal
lery. I loved to look at it. Was this
because it pictured the face that had
attracted me or because I believed In
my heart that after all this neglect 1
had achieved In It an expression of
the good? 1 did not know.
One day while I was In the room
where It was hanging who should en
ter but the girl I had seeu in the trol
ley. Liko the others, she asked that
the famous picture be pointed out to
her, spent some tiuie before It, theu
glanced at others till her eye lighted
on my production. At once she went
to it and stood looking at it intently.
When she had spent a long while thus
I approached, took position beside her
and looked up at It myself.
i "Pardon me," I said to her. "Can you
j tell me who painted this picture?"
"No. I know nothing about art or !
artists."
"Do you admire it?"
"I don't know. I would love to bo i
like It."
"It seems to me," I said, looking j
from the face on the canvas to hers
[ of flesh and blood, "that It is like you." j
"Do you think so?" she said. "It j
! seemed to me that there is something '
in the shape, the features and all that
j resembling me, but there is something
else I would wish were miue and Is 1
not."
"And that Is?"
"I cau't tell you. It seems to uc such
a look as should be In pictures of the
mother of God."
A flood of light, of comfort, poured
In upou my brain. Possessing the gift
I had transferred from her to the can
vas, she recognized It at once, but not
In herself? only lu the picture.
That was a long while ago. Several
years passed, during which my produc
tion, so far as I could discover, attract
ed little or no attention. Then hero
and there I would see a notice, n news
paper Item, that people were begin
ning to observe It. Then it began to
be spoken of as a favorite. Now it Is
pointed out as a work of art.
Why is this? I don't know. I have
a theory, but do not place much confi
dence In It. It Is this: Like assimilates
like. The muslclau recognizes music;
a poetic nature recogulzes poetry. The 1
pure see purity? not In themselves, in '
others. But purity Is rare. In the j
throngs that have seen my picture a '
few have seen themselves reproduced
in It Not recognizing themselves, they j
have been drawn to It. They hare !
(old the others.
" T
Gems In Terse
? ?
OLD FAVORITES.
HOW DO I LOVE THEE?
HOW do I loxe thee? Let mo count
tho ways.
1 love thee to tha depth mid
breadth and height
My soul can rench when feeling
out of sight
For the ends of being and Ideal grace.
1 love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from
praise.
I love thco with the passion put to use
In my old griefs and with my childhood's
faith.
I love thee with a love I seem to lose
With my lost saints. I love thco with the
breuth.
Smiles, tears, of all my life. And. If God
choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
? Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
THE SIN OF OMISSION.
IT Isn't tho thing you do. dear.
It's the thing you've left undone.
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten.
The letter you did not write.
The dower you might have sent, dear,
Aro your haunting ghosts tonight.
mHE stone you might havo lifted
-L Out of a brother's way,
Tho bit of heartsome counsel
You wcro hurried too much to say,
Tho loving touch of tho hand, dear;
The gentle and wlnsomo tone,
That you had no time nor thought for.
With troubles enough of your own.
rjAHE little acts of kindness,
-L So easily out of mind?
These chances to be angels
Which every mortal finds?
They come In night and silence,
Each chill, reproachful wraith.
When hope Is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith.
FOR life Is all too short, dear.
And sorrow Is all too great
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late,
And It's not the thing you do. dear.
It's the thing you leave undone.
Which gives you the bit of heartache
At tho setting of the sun.
? Murgaret E. Sangster.
DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME?
DO they in Ins me at home, do they
miss me?
'Twould bo an assuranco most
deur
To know that this moment some
loved one
Were saying I wish he were here:
To feel that the croup at the fireside
Were thinking of me as I roam.
Oh. yes. 'twould be Joy beyond measure
To know that they missed me at home!
When twilight approaches, the season
That ever Is sacred to song.
Does some one repeat my name over
And sigh that I tarry so long?
And Is there a chord In the music
That's missed when my voice Is away
And u chord In each heart that awaketh
Regret at my wearisome stay?
Do they set me a chair near the table
When evening's home pleasures aro nigh.
When the candles are lit In the parlor
And the stars in the calm azure sky?
And when the "good nights" are repeated
And all lay them down to their sleep
Do they think of the absent and waft me
A whispered "good night" whllo they
weep?
Do they miss me at home, do they ml??
me.
At morning, at noon or at night.
And lingers one gloomy shade round them
That only my presence can light?
Are Joys less invitingly welcome
And pleasures less hale than before
Because one is missed from the circle.
Because I am with them no more?
? S. M. Grannis.
BONNIE DOON.
"V'E banks and braes o' bonnle Doon,
How can ye bloom sao fair?
llow can ye chant, ye little birds.
And 1 sae fu' o' care?
THOU'LL break my heart, thou bonnlo
bird
That sings upon tho bough.
Thou minds mo o' that happy day
When my fause love was true.
rpHOU'LL, break my heart, thou bonnla
-*? bird
That sings beside thy mate.
For sae I sat and sae 1 sang
And wist na' o' my fate.
AFT hae I roved by bonnle Doon
To see the woodblno twine,
And ilka bird sang o' Its love.
And sae did I o' mine.
YIT llghtsomo heart I pu'd a rose
* ' Krae aft Its thorny tree.
And my fause lover staw the rose,
But left the thorn wl" me.
?Robert .^urna.
VENUS' LOOKING GLASS.
1 MARKED where lovely Venus and her
court
With song and dance and merry
laugh went by.
Weightless, their wingless feet seem
ed made to fly.
Bound from tho ground and In midair to
sport.
iLeft far behind, I heard -the dolphins
snort,
Tracking their goddess with a wistful
eye.
Around whoso head white doves rose,
wheeling high
Or low. and cooed after their tender sort.
All this I saw in spring. Through sum
mer heat
I saw the lovely queen of lovo no more.
But when Hushed autumn through the
i woodlands went
I spied sweet Venus walk amid the wheat.
Whom seeing, every harvester gave o'er
Ills toil and laughed and hoped and was
content.
?Christina Rossettl.
TO AN ORIOLE.
HOW falls it, oriole, thou hast come to
fly
i Jn southern splendor through our north
ern sky?
:in some blithe momcit was It nature s
choice
To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice"
Or did some orajigo Illy, flecked with
black,
In a forgotten garden ages baok,
Yearning to heaven until its wish wai
heard.
Xieslre unspeakably * to bo a bird?
?Edgar Fawcett.
THE ROSE.
1 rnHOU blushing roso!
1 Blown in the morning, thou shalt
fado ere noon.
What boots a life that In such haste for
sakes thee?
Thou'rt wondrous frolic bslng to die so
soon.
And passing proud a little color makes
thee.
-air Rlohard ?Fanshaw,
Mva ? m r
LOVE.
/CAPTAINS come and perish,
^ Empires rise und go
Light us little bubbles
Lips of childhood blow.
Kings and kingdom.-) only
Last their llttlo day.
Love Is life's forever.
Love la king ulwuyl
/CITIES crush and crumble,
^ Monuments go down
Into dust forgotten.
Unto rust the crown.
People pass and pageants
Fame Is for a year.
Love Is life's forever,
Love is lord of fear!
BABYLON'S old benuty,
SUlon's sculptured domes,
Nineveh's old glory.
Greatness that was Rome's?
Time hath seen them topple,
Tlmo hath laughed at these.
Love Is Ufa's forever,
Earth's life and the sea's!
T OVE Is April morning,
Love Is bloom of May.
Love Is dew ndornlng
Lane and woodland way.
Love is thirst and hunger.
Love Is sword and song,
Lovo Is life's forever,
Too sweet to bo too long!
-Bontztown Bard In Baltimore Sun.
"LOVE HAS GONE!"
IOVE oneo made his homo with me.
Broke my bread und drank my
wine,
_J On the coasts of Arcady.
How wo praised the purple sea.
Cool shade and the strong sunshine!
Love onec made his homo with me.
Joy we thought to hold In fee.
Slave at Love s eternal shrlno.
On tl. coasts of Arcady.
Death alone, we said, could free
Hearts that lovo's dear chains entwine.
Love once mado his home with me.
Leveled let my dwelling be.
Love has gone und left no sign
On the coasts of Arcady.
All my future lost with tb*?.
This I keep: the past Is mine.
Love once made his home with me
On the coasts of Arcndy.
? L. Frank Tooker.
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After reading the public statement
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I was afflicted with kidney trouble
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ARCTIC BROTHERHOOD.
Regular meetings of Camp Skag
way, No. 1, every Tueaday at 8:30
o'clock sharp, Id A. B. ball, Broad
way.
Visiting brothers are cordially In
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J, W. Grashol, A. C.
F. J. Rosenberg, A. R.
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ORDER OF ELKS.
Skagway Lodge No. 431, B. P. O.
Elks, holds its regular sessions at
8:00 p. in. every Thursday evening
at its hall on Sixth avenue.
A cordial invitation is extended V
ill visiting brother.
FRED. CAUUARMAN, Secy.
TRA1ERNAL ORDER OF EAGLES
Regular meetings of Skagway Aerie
No. 25, Fraternal Order of Eagles
first and third Wednesdays in each
month, in their hall on Fifth Avenue,
it 8:30 p. m. sharp.
All members are requested to be
present and visiting brothers are in
vited to attend.
HENRY A. RHODE, Worthy Pre*
J. M. Keller, Worthy Secy.
FREE AND ACCEPTED MASONS
Regular meetings of White Pass
Lodge, No. 113, Free and Accepted
MasouH, second and fourth Fridays of
?ach month, at 8 p. m. sharp, at Ma
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Sojourning and visiting member*
ire requested to meet with us.
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Regular reviews of Hive No. 2, La
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?.he first and ihlrd Tuesdays in the
month at 8 p. m. sharp. In their hall
on Sixth avenue.
All visiting members are cordially
Invited.
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Sunday ? Bible study from 10 a. m.
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