Part 36 (2/2)

When we reached Greeley Square (at that tiht and merriment), S---- took me by the arm

”Come over here,” he said ”I want you to look at it from here”

He took me to a point where, by the intersection of the lines of the converging streets, one could not only see Greeley Square but a large part of Herald Square, with its then huge theatrical sign of fire and its hts and la scene The broad, converging walks were alive with people A perfect jam of vehicles marked the spot where the horse and cable cars intersected Overhead was the elevated station, its lights aughted cars filled with changingin a dream

”Do you see the quality of that? Look at the blend of the lights and shadows in there under the L”

I looked and gazed in silent adht here before us--that pool of water there--do you get that?

Now, that isn't silver-colored, as it's usually represented It's a prisht?”

I acknowledged the variety of color, which I had scarcely observed before

”You reat scene, but the artist ives feeling, even when you don't see it”

I acknowledged the value of this ideal

”It's a great spectacle,” he said ”It's got more flesh and blood in it than people usually think It's easy to make it too mechanical and commonplace”

”Why don't you paint it?” I asked

He turned on estion

”That's so I want to tell you,” he said ”I aot it yet But I' all the while, until the Spanish-Areat rush of ork I scarcely saw hi to some travels of my own, but I saw his nae croas gathered about ain the Hoffs of our harbor defenses, done as if the artist had been sitting at the bottoreen water, the hull of a rio and see hi treasure at the end of the rainboas more than ever in his eye His body was al

”I a to Ta?” I asked

”Not this first time I'll only be down there three weeks”

”I'll see you then”

”Supposing we ether this co hiin to co in reputation So Then he would paint his prize pictures, finish his wreck schereat man

Three weeks later I knocked at his studio door It was a fine springlike day, though it was in February I expected confidently to hear his quick aggressive step inside Not a sound in reply I knocked harder, but still received no answer Then I went to the other doors about He ht be with his friends, but they were not in I went away thinking that his war duties had interfered, that he had not returned

Nevertheless there was so in which his studio was located I felt as if it should not be, and decided to call again Monday it was the sa in the library of the Salundi Club, when a well-known artist addressed me