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BLUE dirt an' bed-rock a' pitchin'?" it to the reader to form hid own idea of
" Yes." it after having perused my friend' in-
" No doubt the picture in artistic teresting narrative,
in all its details, but the name does not Promptly at the appointed hour 1 en
convey, to the uninitiated, a perceptible tered my friend's study, and found him
meaning." awaiting my arrival. Seated by his side
" When the uninitiated shall have was a very preoHeHing, elderly fe
heardthe story which explains tho cir- male, who-but I must not antieijiate,
cumstances that gave rise to theconcep- though the temptation to do no is great,
tiou of the picture, the meaning of the " I nui glnd that you are punctual,"
name will be apparent" said my friend, motioning mo to a sent,
" And you can tell that story?" " for I have lenrned, during my eventful
" Yes, for I was one of the princial life, that hmo who sre prompt in their
actorB therein." social engagement, as well as in matters
" Then you will tell it to me?" of business,' are the mot worthy of trut
" With much pleasure." in other things; and hs I am aljout to
" Was not the design of the picture commit to your keeping the- story of my
a strange one? " life, in doing which I muht divulge that
" Possibly, but tot stranger than the which was my besetting sin jealousy
story you have asked me to tell, for they but which, after my many yars of bit
are intimately connected." ter cxjerience, I have forever renounced,
" When shall I have the pleasure of I feel confident that yoa will not hold
listening to this strange story ? " me in les eteem after you have heard It
" Call to-morrow, at 2. K) p. m" "As I told you, the story which I
My friend, Mr. Arthur Penguin, lives am about to tell b n strange one, sud
at No. East Park street On the wall lest my art in it should apjar incred
of his study for he is a literary man ible, I will say, U fore entering upou it,
and fronting his writing desk, hangs a that my own mind ret firmly in the
picture with the name which I have lief that the manner in which th later
placed at the head of this not altogether change iu my life were brought aUml
fictitious story, and which was the cause is truly natural,
of the foregoing conversation between " I arn confident that there In viion
Mr. Penguin and myself. Although the given to some erons for prewnt ue,
work of art in question does not exhibit that transcend the present stage of ad
the ear marks of allubensoran Angelo, vaneement of the common herd of the
yet its eculiar finish would, no doubt, human rare, but which will, as tin mind
do much credit to an Egyptian or Zulu of man pngrewi toward infection, he
arjfc gradually imprewied upon our race until
It is not my design to describe this the time will come when si I nn en
work of art; on the contrary I shall leave pUiidy see and understand that whirl
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