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ILLUSIONS.
Go stand at sight upon an ocean craft
And watch the folds of its imperial train
Catching in fleecy foam a thousand glows
A miracle of fire onquenched bj sea.
There, in bewildering torbnlesce of change.
Whirls the whole flrmanent, till as you gaze,
All else unseen, it is as heaven itself
Had lost its poise, an each unanchored star
In phantom haste flees to the horizon line.
What dupes we are of the "deceiving eye !
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UNCLE FLAXLEY'S HOW.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
The white, vertical light of a Feb
ruary day shone down through the sky
light of Julian Dover's studio, its pitiless
brightness bringing out every layer of
dust on the Venetian red draperies, every
spot and stain on the much benicked
walls.
The lay figure was doubled up in a
most impossible attitude against a big
chair, covered with cotton velvet and
cheap gilt fringe; a bunch of faded roses,
in an old "crackle" vase, hung limplv
down, and Mr. Dover, in a shabby
plum-colored velvet coat, and a Turkish
fez perched jauntily on one side of his
handsome head, was painting desperately
away, intent on economizing every sec
ond of the precious winter dav light.
"Oh, the deuce!" he exclaimed, ab
ruptly. "What made you jump so,
Clarie? A man don't want the current
of his ideas disturbed just when "
The model lifted her large, wine
brown eyes to his face, with a depreca
tory smile.
"I hear Kitty Flaxley outside," said
she.
"Outside she must stay, then!" re
marked Mr. Dover, frowning at his pal
ette. "I can't be interrupted; every
minute is a lump of gold. Wait !" he
roared, as a gentle rapping sounded oh
the door. "Clarie is posing for me'P'
And thea one perceived a slight,
graceful figure in a coarse lilac cotton
gotnd a striped handkerchief care
lessly twl:d around her rich, brown
locks, leaning in an artistic attitude
asrainst a window-sash studded with
many small panes, that was supported be
tween two siancTardV.
Her fingers were intertwined in her
hair; her elbows rested on the sill, where
a coarse flcwer-pot or two were ranged.
She was not Mrs. Julian Dover for the
time being; she was "The Fisherman's
Wife," destined b. good luck and the
grace of the hanging committee to figure
in the forthcoming spring exhibition.
"Oh, Julian, I am so tired!" she
pleaded. 'Every bone in me is cramped.
Mayn't I rest?"
"You've no idea of true art," said
Julian, slowly. "You haven't posed
half an hour yet."
'I'm so sorry; but "
- "Jump, then!" said the painter for
the first time realizing how pale and
worn the delicate, oval face was. "I
suppose I can be putting m the clistan
sea while you gossip with your Kitty."
He caught her hand as she skipped
past him, and kissed her a kiss which
was a rich reward for all the cramp and
weariness she had endured and she ran
out to the hall, tugging as she went to
remove the knotted red silk neckerchief
which supplied an element of warm color
to the picture.
There stood her quondam schoolmate,
Kitty Flaxley. with cheery lips and spar-
i cu-i .
"Oh, Claire, how odd you look i" said:
she.
"Yes," said Mrs. Dover, composedly
"I'm 'The Fisherman's Wife.' Every
bone in me is a separate pain, with sit
ting so long watching for my husband's
boat."
Both laughed; and then the artist's
wife led Miss Flaxley into the studio,
where Julian nodded a pleasant saluta
tion to her.
"You won't expect me to stop work
ing?" said he.
"Of course not!" said Kitty. "It's
work that I've come to talk about. Such
aews as I've got ! The family fortunes
are all made. Our Uncle Flaxley came
home yesterday. That is, he isn't our
uncle he's only a sort of cousin ; but
mamma naturally wants to make the re
lationship as near as possible; so we are
till iU3iiuv;icu i J vaii uiiu uuwo
"And who is Uncle Flaxley?"
"That's just it," said Kitty, laughing.
"He went to the South Sea Islands,
thirty years ago, and people took no no
tice at all of his exit except to say some
thing about 'good riddance to bad rub
bish.' He comes back, and you would
think him a canonized saint. Nothing
is good enough for him."
"Oh!" said Dover. "He's made
money?"
"Exactly," nodded Kitty. "But he's
the oddest old fish a little, dried-up,
parchment-faced man, who goes about
finding fault with every thing ,and every
body, and promulgatiug the most out
landish theories that ever were heard of.
The first thing he did was to upset all
our family traditions. You know, Claire,
how mamma has brought 113 up like the
lilies of the field, that toil not, neither
do they spin? Now, we are each of us
to learn a trade.
I'm ffoinsr into dress-
making!"
"Impossible !" cried the artist's wife.
Theodora is going to tackle art em
broidery. Constantine says she hasn't
decided yet between -telegraphy andjMr. Fiaxley. "People' must be achiag
typewriting. Oh, you may well look
amazed! It's all Uncle Flaxley. He
says ne u give us a tnousana dollars
apiece when we've each learned a real,
1 M . .
bread-winning, practical trade. He says
it's what every woman ought to do.
jjcra wants to get a tnous&nd. dollars to
get herself a stunning set of. diamonds,
Con would like to go to Canada with the
Trelawneys next year, and I- don't tell
anyone, please, Claire and Julian but
I shall give mine to Rembrandt Alison,
so that he can go to Paris and study in
the Louvre.
"Good!" cried Julian Dover. "Then
it's really true that you are engaged?
Kittv. Kittv. an artist's wife is a first-
class martyr !"
"An artist's wife is the happiest crea-
ture in the world, Kitty?" counter as-
serted Claire, her soft eyes lighted up
with lnvp.. A rhniiSAml dnllAra ClYt
with love. "A thousand dollars! Oh,
I wish I could make a thousand dol
lars!"
"I'm going down town every day to
learn the Graftenburgh system," said
Kitty. "I shall have to work three long,
endless months before they give me a
diploma; but I. shall have something to
work for, don't you see? And now
good-by !
I'm off for Graftenburarh's!"
Uncle Eiimelech Flaxley walked
around the house of his cousin's widow,
with his hands hooked under his coat-
tails, and his blue spectacles balanced on
the bridge of his nose, peering into
everything, criticising everything, and
finding fault with everything.
Mrs. Peter Flaxley smiled at all his
comments. In ner eyes his conduct was his autograph on an oblong slip of pale
perfect, green paper, and then Theodora unrolled
"What!" Uncle Flaxley had cried,
"three girls, and not one of 'em taught
to earn her living! That's no way to
bring up a family, sister Annabel. Every
woman snouid nave a trade, ifivery
woman should be able to support herself
the same as if she were a man.
This was Uncle Flaxley's hobby. He
trotted it out, he bridled it and saddled
it and rode it perpetually, and the upshot
of it was that the thousand dollar propo
sition was made and promptly accepted
py his throe nieces.
"It's dreadful 1" sighed Mrs. Flaxley;
a. i . . a
"but of course it is our interest to con
sult your uncle's wishes in every re
spect."
"I ve always thought I should like to
learn dressmaking," said Kitty. One
could clothe one's self at half the ex
pense. And then a thousand dollars, all
abf one's own think of it."
"I know ever so many nice girls who
do'type-writing,"said Constantia, a tall, I
wiuowy gin, wilu yeiiow nair anu paiuu
skin. "If one must have a trade, I be
lieve trie's nothing more genteel."
But Theodora, the beatrtf of the Flax
ley family, turned up her nose.
"Such an absurd idea of Uncle Flax
ley's!" said she. "I'm a tolerably de
cent embroiderer already, and if the
woman's exchange accepts a piece of my
work, I suppose the old crank will rec
ognize it as a token of being an expert
in that particular trade I"
And as she shut herself up with silks
and satins and several dozen ounces of
raiabow -colored filoselle and crewels, to
design a pattern which should take the
world of tapestry by storm.
Kitty wrestled bravely with the tech
nicalities of the Graftenburgh system.
Constantina worked diligently at the
clicking marvel of the nineteenth cen
tury. Theodora was the first to look
back from the plow-handle3.
"I hate it!" said she, pettishly. "I
can't make anything out of it! Such
wooden-looking things as my cat-tails
and storks are !
I mean to go and see
Philomel Alison about it."
- Young Rembrandt Alison's studio was
far smaller and le3s picturesque than
that of his compeer, Julian Dover.
He slept on a sofa under the window
of nights, and his sister Philomel, who
kept house for him on the most econ
omical principles, occupied a three
cornered closet at the rear, which she
called a bedroom, and which, besides
the cot-bed, held exactly two bandboxes,
and a chair with a wash-bowl and pitcher
on it.
She was a skilled embroiderer, and
worked her finger-ends off, while her
brother, rapt in visions of Titian and
Buonarotti, stood before his canvas.
"Children, you work too hard, both
of you." said a little, old, yellow-com-plexioned
man, who had once known
their father on the Mexican frontier,
and who came occasionally to the studio,
and viewed them with not unkindly eye3.
"It's work or starve, ir," said Alison,
with short laugh.
"What do you ask for this picture?"
abruptly questioned Mr. Flaxley.
"Two hundred dollars when it is
finished."
"Tut, tut!" said the old man. "Too
mucal Two hundred dollars for a bit
of canvas eighteen inches square?"
"It's not a mere bit of canvas," said
Alison, coloring up; "it's my brain3
mv ideas the visions I see nightly in
my sleep."
"I'll give you fifty dollars for it,"
hazarded the yellow-complexioned man.
"I couldn't possibly sell it for that."
"Humph! humph!" snorted Flaxley.
"The next I know, Philly here will be
wanting to sell her bit of brown-and-yellow
needlework for two hundred dol
lars, too?"
Philomel looked gravely up from her
work.
"No," she said. "I'm to receive fifty
dollars for it. It is an order."
"What i3 the world coming to? cried
I to spend their money. What is the
thins, anyhow ducks paddling in f
I - " m
j pond I
I Philomel shook her head.
J "Hers as," said she, "in a marsh full
I of reeds and rushes. Those lines of yellow
silk see? are where the sunshine
j itrikes the water.
Flaxley peered dubiously at . the mass
ox bright colors.
'One has to exercise considerable im
agination," said he.
"I wonder," said Philomel to hei
brother, after the fussy little visitor was
gone, "if I ought to have told him that
I was doing-this work for his niece in
Rrlrlir?A sttl"
Speech is silver, silence is olden M
said Rembrandt Alison, mechaaicallv.
"It's always best not to talk. Do you
think, Phil, I've got the red too deep
in nic n..o '. i. m
u p.aiaut o Jill, a C 1 1
3Ir. Flaxley, making his way home.
thought of the studio he had just left,
with a aoftenino- of the heart.
"They are nice children, "he pondered.
"Their fnth
Their father was a nice man. He took
me into his ranch and cured me that
time I had the gulley fever,
have died if it hadn't been fo
I might
for him."
Time passed on; the three months ex
pired. Constantia copied some letters
for her uncle on a typewriter with such
skill and rapidity that he wrote out his
check for a thousand dollars on the soot.
Kitty showed him her diploma from
Graftenburgh & Co., and proudly called
his attention to a trimlv-fittins dress that
she wore.
A second time Uncle Flaxley inscribed
a banner of dark-olive satin, glistening
with rich embroidery.
"It has just been sold at the woman's
exchange," said she, "for a hundred and
ten dollars. Here's thn rer pint
Uncle Flaxley pricked up his feather-
like ears ; he stared very
hard
through
his spectacles.
"Your work?" said he.
"My work!" repeated Theodora, with
dignity.
"No, it isn't!" curtly contradicted Mr.
ilaxley, whose iorte was not conven
tional repose. "I've seen those ducks
I, r
and marsh-grasses before! I saw them
when Philomel Alison was working them.
Young woman, you have deceived me?"
Theodora turned scarlet. The sudden
ness of his contradiction had stricken her
guilty soul dumb.
"No thousand-dollar check for you,"
said Mr. Flaxley. "Go and say your
prayers and read over the Ten Command
ments, where it savs, 'Thou shalt not
steal For you are a thief I 77
He had, scarcely overcome his wrath
against this backsiding relative when he
trotted around to Rembrandt Alison's
studio the next day.
"I can't get that young fellow's wist
ful face out of my mind," thought he.
"I guess I'll buy the eighteenth-inch
squareof canvas after all."
He stood wiping his oots on the mat
in the studio vestibule, and plainly heard
Kitty's voice saying:"
"Do take it, Rembrandt! I've earned
it myself. It's mine to give, and I've no
possible use for it. I thought of you all
the time, and I do so want you to go to
Paris and study in the Louvre I"
Unci 3 Flaxley pushed the door open
with a baug and walked in, regardless
of etiquette.
"Yes, take it, Alison," said he
"take it in the spirit that she gives it.
She's a trump, that girl is!"
Rembrandt Alison looked at Kitty's
scarlet face with grave, searching eyes.
"I will take it," said he, "if Kitty
will give me herself, also. There can
be no crushing sense of obligation where
love bridges the way."
"I'll give her to vou," said Uncle
Fiaxley, bolding pushing Kitty lorward.
"Tmngs are happening just to suit me.
"Me also," said Philomel, in a whis
per, her pale face lighted up with joj".
"Here!" said Uncle Flaxley ; "what's
the price of this picture and this and
this? I'll buy 'em all ! Gracious me! if
you're really going to Paris, there's no
reason Kitty shouldn't go, too, on her
wedding trip."
Of all Uncle Flaxley's eccentricities,
this was the most delightful. Kitty
had a long story to tell Julian Dover and
Claire, in their studio across the hall,
that day.
"It will be such a glorious thing,"
cried Claire, still enacting "The Fisher
man's Wife," "for you to marry an ar
tist!" But Mrs. Fiaxley declared that her
rich relation had been "shamefully
partial" in the matter of the thousand-
dollar proposition. It is so hard to suit
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