The Yoke Of The Thorah

in the middle of winter, bear the fragrance of April upon their breath, and resuscitate for a moment in one's heart all the keen emotions dead since last

f, confined at the waist by a broad band of cardinal ribbon. Her golden hair was caught in a loose knot behind her ears. Elias set up his easel in the parl

I'll leave you two young folks to take care of each other. I'm going to read my newspaper in the p

ent

s young girl's beauty, and endeavoring to transfer the elements of it to his canvas, that he

all the world as if she were a paid model

emed to have deserted him, his mind to have become a total and hopeless blank. In order readily and happily to manufacture polite co

usually mild fall, Miss

y," she a

that was a scorc

, dreadful,"

in the count

e staid in

you? So

dee

es

ense of deep discouragement, he concluded that he had enter

ting tired," he said. "Don't hesit

o; I'm not tired

on, "generally people who aren't used to it, find sitting very irksome; and even regular models, whose busin

interested in hi

ed for thirteen or fourteen hours at a stretch-from dawn til

that is a constant source of pleasure. It's the same, isn't

ntage of painters in one respect-they don't need daylight. Indeed, I think many of them like lamp-light better. The lamp is sort of emblematic of their calling, just as the palette is of ours. I hav

ery unhealthful and very bad for the eyes. I s

In the daytime your colors all look false and unwholesome-hectic-as if they had the consump

tudy at th

under Stainar,

ar? At

at little I know I have

had to study abroad-at Pari

ster; and there are others. Of course, it's desirable to study abroad, too. But I couldn't v

But then, I'm a girl. You're a man. I

nd I never felt like leaving her. Since her death-two years ago-

tine asked softly, "Have yo

xcept for me, my mother was quite alone. To be sure, s

an uncle who

ongregation Gates of Pear

ng! Tell me, w

t know. How

look like? And

ows an' awful lot of theology, but in point of worldly wisdom he's as deficient as a child. Sometim

long whi

hite hairs scattered through it. There ought to be, considering his age. He's-Let me see. He's ten

ad long white beards, and wore gowns, and looked myster

nothing awe-inspiring, except his temper. That's pretty quick. He wears an ordinary black coat and white crava

all patriarchal

hat I have been

how disap

and my father is a great home-body, too. Isn't it strange that our lives should have been so much alike? Only, you're a man and an ar

se you such an endless deal of worry and discouragement as painting does. You h

re to be done. And we only keep one servant. And she's so stupid that I hav

d emphasized them by bending forward, and lifting her face towa

'd like to rest a li

and getting up, she crossed over and looked at Elias's can

ed, "is that th

ch every thing in

ong will t

pon how often y

ou come eve

three or four we

before the picture

we only have one sitting a w

an inflection which Elias const

to have it finished

inflection which made Elias feel that her contentment had been disturbed. He wondered whether

mething in her bearing which prompted him to ask: "Is the position uncomfo

ble. I'd just as soon sit," was her re

matter be? What had

ed, "please be frank with me. Perha

amily upon the window-p

slow, pensive manner, "of what a beautiful

d t

ll. Nothi

was. Please tell

upon us-that we shan't hav

longing to be out of door

up and began

Mr. Bacharach

, I've done a good morning's work already. And, I propose that we

my things? One sitting, more or less-if it's goin

ow soft the air was, and yet how crisp! How sweet it smelled! How exquisitely the leafless branches of the trees, gilded by the sunshine, were penciled against the deep blue of the sky! The sunshine transfigured every thing. What rich and varied colors it

stine, halting abrup

Elias

my f

sure; I had

He always sits here. Now, w

has walked o

't have gone far. He never do

rter hour, however, they

ywhere else, but just in this direction. I think we may as well give up the search. But I'm

he remotest notion how we are to find our way out of here. The paths

eart. I could find my way anywh

d you get so we

ollege. And since then I've made a practice of taking long walks here every afternoon. There's scarcely a tree or stone that I'm not familiar with; and I've discovered

me they we

hat will be charming. And so, y

uated there

ouldn't have thought

do you th

ente

much older.

teen,

nuary-January third-jus

en, having graduated from the Normal College, wha

ematics and Latin, which I've forgotten all about now. I learned a little from the other girls, though. Some of them were wonderfully intelligent and cultivated; and they put me on the

on. Suppose I were to put it

Bede' is the greatest bo

ng a vast de

deep feeling. I wasn't thinking of scientific books, or essays, or histories, like Spencer, or Em

r read 'Wilhe

Goethe is demoralizing. His taste in music is old-fashioned, too. He never will take me to hear good music. It bores him dreadfully. He likes to go to grand sacred concerts on Sunday evening, where they play Strauss and Offenbach, and t

ou go to the

o the rehearsals, any mo

them alone. They're

y with me, or else I don't enjoy it at all. I always want somebo

thought in his own soul, "I wish the old man would deputize me; i

putting away his paraphernalia, which he had left cluttering up the parlor. Inside they found old Redwood, who explained that he had departed from his custom tha

d the old man. "Co

n to make

ing Elias's arm. "Come down and take pot-luc

d's table, with Christine beaming upon him from one

old each other about all either of us knows, time and time again, we don't find it particularly lively; do we, Chris? Now, Mr. Bacharach, I know that you

ou'll have to go in by the side-door, Mary, because it's Sunday. And if any policeman should ask what you've

, with a glance at once b

od for temperance, too-more than all your total abstinence orators and blue-rib-bonites put together. I'm very fond of it, and always drink it with my lunch, down-town. T

nd so pretty to look at, with its deep red or yellow. Once a f

ng young woman there, sir, she disposed of every blessed d

g beautifully, "you ought not to say such

it left to offer you, Mr. Bacharach,"

know? They're going to give the 'Damnation of Faust' at the Symphony reh

it. I wish"-bringing her eyes to bea

't ye? Who's t

you ta

hy don't you get some young man? I'll bet there are twenty young fellows in this town, who'd only be too glad. But she, Mr. Bach

Miss Redwood, I wish you would go with me," he ventured

"There's your chance! But"-turning to El

? That's lovely. I'll go with

e ran around the table, and deposited a wholl

first young fellow I've seen, Mr. Bacharach, who she thought was goo

thing more in my life, than I did to hear the-the-it s

t you come up here Friday forenoon, Mr. Bacharach; and then you can work for a while at her portrait. Afterward she'll give you

Steinw

does it

alf-past fo

you know, is just around the corner-I'll meet you at the door and

ought that he should not have mind

hat a pleasant, interesting city New York was, after all! How thoroughly one could enjoy one's self in it! The noises of it, mingling in a confused, continuous rumble, and falling upon his ears, sounded like the voice of a good old friend. It was an old friend's face that gree

oliloquizing. "And what a rough old bear of a father!

thrill to think of Friday; but the obvious psychological