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"DARTT'S PARADISE" FOR OWATONNANS Superintendent of a State Experimental Farm Provides a Beauty Spot for His Neighbors. |PB^vT^^^iir»frj§i 51/itf 4k?? x^ VIEW OF DARTT'S PARK SHOWING PAVILION^ Special to The Journal. Owatonna, Minn,, Nov. 9.—Whatever may be saidi of th© benefits conferred on the public by active town and country im provement associations, and, they are many and obvious, their spihere of useful ness is necessarily limited by circumstan ces and by the willingness or unwilling n«S9 o£ people to act upon their advice. Am. CHILDREN FROM STATE PUBLIC SCHOOL PICNICKING AT DARTT'S PARK. Improvement association, for instance, cannot, in the nature of things, do much to adorn the public grounds of a city ■■which lias no parks, or to beautify prem ises on which the owners refuse 'to give it the right to enter. If these associa tions owned or could acquire in any way the property they want to improve for the benefit of the public, their sphere of use- Cutaesa would be igreatly enlarged. All • ABBE. «m BK ■* * .4 1* f # |MHBBi^^H . « W^^BKB^^B^BPHIf^ . pnWT\ f,«^ &Wkj -I si £&Br*igß&'^UfXk , M . i.-AH fft^i T •- KJ& these difficulties are avoided when, as ia the case here, the man who has perhaips the widest knowledge of forestry and ar boriculture, is also an exte-nsive property owner, and is willing to improve his own lands and open them fully <to the public for their recreation, or as the theater of their games and ouit-door sports. There are probably few horticulturists (^ Hrafi&'al If V?' T/f t- ■'"'■ life"' % THE BATHING POO Jo, DARTT'S PAKK. in the state better known than B. H. S. Dartt, the superintendent of the etate ex perimental free station hi Owatonna. He is a prominent member oof the State Hor ticultural society, a frequent contributor to the horticultural press, and has for years mad© a study, among other things, of park, cemetery and landscape garden- Ing. On these later subjects his knowl- edge is perhaps as extensive as anyone's who has not made landscape gardening his profession. Mr. Dartt is eminently a practical man. He has all his life been doing things. When he had acquired theoretical knowl edge on the subject of urban improvement, which he was confident could be used with advantage to the public, he could never rest until that knowledge had been »rao- PAVILJONAND BRIDGE) IN DARTT'S PARK, OWATONNA. tioaly and advantageously applied. It so 'happens that a part of his property con sists of a plot of land, about twenty acres in extent, along the bed of Maple creek, within a few blocks of the center of the city, and scarcely more than a stone's throw distant from the largest of the public schools. This plot, which might have ibeen variously referred to as Dartt's slouch or Dartt'a pasture. Is now always spoken of with respect as "Oartt's park" or "Dartt'B paradise," and entrance into its blissful shades ia through what he has called "the pearly gates." The owTk of making a parade of an or dinary creek bottom is one to which for about three years past Mr.Dart! has giv en a great deal of his time. First he built a dam across the stream, and as the brook carries off a considerable volume of water, a swimming pool was soon formed. The ground were thrown open to the pub lio without charge or restriction of any kind, and the pool at once became a great resort, especially in the warm summer afternoons for the amphibious small boys of the town. Later plain but substantial bathing houses were erected, and soon men and women, as well as boys and girls, learned that there was a place within a few minutes' walk of the center of the city where they could bathe in comfort and where there was plenty of shade to pro teot them from the sun, and they made frequent use of it. Afterwards a seoond and a tliird dam were built and the stream here broadening into quiet lagoons, and there winding through narrower passages under the shade of the trees added a pleasing vari ety to the landscape. The damming of it made the creek too deep to cress and three foot bridges or "walk overs" were thrown over it. The darns were wide enough to drive carriages across and were used for that purpose. When all this had been done a pavilion was erected by the side of a lagoon for public use, the rough er banks were leveled off, hardy pines and apple trees were planted by the side of the streets leading to the park and around the high banks whioh overlooked it on ,10 south, and "Dartt's paradise" bega: > justify its name. Of the twenty acres embraced in Dartt's park a goodly part is wooded, the growth being densest on a knoll to the north east. This has all been cleaned up and the underbrush cut away and drives and walks made through it. These drives were extended, it may be added, along the banks of the stream so that now one can ride to any part of the grounds. A good deal of tree planting has also been done wherever it was thought more shade was desirable, and vines have been trained to the larger trees with excellent effect. A beginning wa.i made this year at plant ing flowers in the park, and later more beds will be laid out. To the west of the wooded knoll is a stretch of interval laud, probably two or three acres in extent, and beyond that again a email grove. This interval land was last summer plowed, and later lev eled up and rolled down hard for a ball park, and an admirable one it is, the only one, also, to which the boys of the town have access. At the rear of the park a grand stand has been built, which will seat about 500. This park is overlooked on the south by a rug-ged bluff, on whose sloping but red and bare sides trees have been planted which prevent its wearing off, and grass has been encouraged to grow there. From this bluff one gets the best view of the park with its attractive sylvan landscape, the green of its splendid trees for a back ground and the placid waters meandering through the level valley at one's feet. If it were city property and given over to the Urban Improvement association with a liberal appropriation for work, that body could hardly have done better for the public. But it is made just as free to Owatonna citizens as if the municipali ty owned it: possibly more so. The signs,' at all events, read, "Walk on the Grass,' a pleasing variation from the usual civio regulation. Mr. Dartt is something of a poet and something of a philosopher. Painted on one of his "walkovers," as he calls his i footbridges, is a characteristic epicurean couplet of his own construction: As our days go flitting by 'Tis better far to laugh than cry. Hence Dartt's paradise. So long as it Is ours on such generous terms, we will be the more inclined' to the perpetual goood humor suggested by his muse. QENIUS AT HOMS. Atlanta Constitution. "John, did you split the kindling?" "Yes, dear." "Is the coal in?" ■•"Seven, buckets full." ."Now oome and help me get the child rem to bed, | and when the house ; is perfectly quiet you can have the dining-room to yourself and write a short story to; pay the house ' rent, and ; a. poem or. two for the i gr*s and water bills, and see if you'can writ* a love somg; thai you sell for enough to pdy^tiie iallk maa and the washerwoman""' • ~ ■ • *, THE MINNEAPOLIS JOUBNAL. G. L MORRILL IN LA BELLE FRANCE He Likes the Country and the People, but Objects to Some Euro pean Customs—"Lost on the Rail; a Thrilling Tale of Misadventure." I wish I were an artist and) could make a canvas large and glorious enough to inolud© the wondrous beauty of Prance. We came to 'this modern paradise from Genoa. At Ventinglia, the station be tween Italy and France, the custom offi cers fell upon us "like a wolf on the fold." It seemed to me they exerted themselves in their attempt to usurp the prerogatives of tihe Almigihty. ■We reached Nice in high spirits. I climbed on the bus and tipped our driver to race to the Hotel Westminster. The city is very picturesque with the hiigh limestone for a background and the | little Paglione river to the Mediterranean side in front. Near by were vines with foliage and clusters, and olive, orange and mulberry trees in great profusion. The city is well supplied with churches for all grades of faith; with theaters, gardens, promenades and a crystal palace for pleas ure seekers. Industrial life is represented in factories of perfuimery, liquor, oil, soap, furniture andi leather. The town was named in honor of a victory once gained, but, like a ball of string in a kitten's frolic, it has had many sudden changes and experiences since. Fortune may come or go but its fairy land of plants always' remains and they have a carnival of flowers as at ißome in which the battle and bombardment consist of sweet-meats and flowers. Tihere was a fine road for a spin but no wheel was available so I went to the shore where the mystic fingers of the waves were writing hieroglyphs on the sand. The bath houses were empty for It was early and chilly, but the fishermen were ihard at work hauling in nets filled with sardines. Nice is Just what its letters spell. That night with glare of gold, red of rose, and cloud o'er head floating to sea of blue, the city looked like the new Jerusalem, and, with another, I sighed, "to think the sands of another ihappy day lhave ebbed away." >n Cornice Road. One of the finest roads, begun by Na poleon I. as a military route between France and Italy, is the Cornice road. The day we drove over was one of sun shine and peace. It led us through lemon, palm and shade trees, as well as olives many years old; led us down by sapphire bay, sandy beach, wave-worn rock; led us around vine-clad, rose-festooned walls; led us high up by towers, villages and cas tles with the sea rippling or dashing it self against bare rocks. No wonder tlhe Greeks and Romans loved these shores and left their cities and loitered here. I could myself, forever and a day, if I had the company I liked. Scenery and soli tude are all right in their way but I agree with Cowper in approving the shrewd remark of the Irishman who said, "How passing sweet is solitude, yet give me still a friend in my retreat, to whom I may whisper, 'Solitude is sweet.' " I was reminded of the proverb, "There's many a sli;> betwixt, etc." on our return. As we came up the hill we were encoun tered by an automobile whose chaffeur had lost control of the machine. Down it came, our driver struck his horses and we pulled out. Just missing its hind wheel and grazing the umbrella of one of our party. The ladles in the horseless car riage cried out with alarm as the vehi cle was headed toward a precipice over which they would have made the biggest dash of their lives, but fortunately it was steered and went backward against the rocks. Mentone. (Another window into this heaven of climate tuid scenery is (Meiitone, fifteen miles from Nice and situated on a rocky ■point shaped like an amphitheater. Here as everywhere we flnd' life's comedy and •tragedy, men and women, the players, with their exits and entrances. The na tives were perched on rocky heights like their Swiss neighbors; little white roads lassoed the hill sides; streets were dark I and narrow with suitable places here and there for a bandit to relieve one of any detachable valuables he might have. Men and women looked careworn and sad but the little people, with their bright dresses and brighter faces, suggested Innocence and Joy. I saw crowds of beggars blind, or with feet and arms gone, and an old man in a cart with dwgs at his feet and sides. Public washing tubs are numerous, but with no evidence of recent use, re minding me of the boy's statement that his father was a Methodist but he wasn't working much at it now. Below, by the seashore the hotels were filled with in valids and tired foreigners who had come here for a cure or rest that they might not need the rest of the grave so soon. The climate is most agreeable in winter and summer. Verdi, the great composer, rested heTe, or tried to; but the festive organ-grinders bothered him half to death day and night by snatches of "Ah, I Have Sighed to Rest Me." The great musioian found relief by renting a house in which there was a large store-room. He went out and hired all the organs In the 'town for the season, paying tbem what the owners would have made if *l)ey had played, and took the of fensive instruments to his place and put them under lock and key. If there is no music in a rest, It is the making of music, and Verdi received inspiration for future ■work. That afternoon we walked under olive trees centuries old; visited shops where the wood is ma^le into souvenirs, wandered through lemon., olive and pine <rees for the squeeze, press and sighing moods of commerce and the "As You Like It" of human caprice. Monaco. Nine miles east of Nice, surrounded by blue mountain and opalescent Mediter ranean, is this well-known resort, whose beauty of climate and situation has been sung from khe poet Lucan to ithe last traveler. T^fie town is on the summit of a hill nearly 200 feet high above the shore, and surrounded with ramparts. Nature furnished the site, the stone, the sea and surroundings and giant geraniums, lemon, palm and eucalyptus trees in tropical abundance. Add to this what man has done with parks and ornaments, and the place seems nice enough to be an Eden. The most famous or infamous thing is the Casino. I saw a fine building; I was met at the door, carefully looked over by an official, given a card of admission and en tered the gambling hall, where I found fourteen tables in full blast and was in formed fTJi't I could bet even or odd any where from one to six thousand francs. Net believing In the ethics of the game and knowing -that only about one in every two hundred "broke the bank at Monte Cario," I was content to look on while detectives near by watched me and the other visitors. Men and women were staking their all, or somebody else's, on the turn of a wheel or card. Half the players were women. They jwere beautifully dressed, but they had a i blase look which the brilliant lights over head could not make beautiful. I learned they played every day from noon to mid | night. Sunday's included. The intense ex | citement of their faces when they lost or won is an unforgotten lesson. I under stand the game is honestly conducted. Men are led on until tiie percentage is in ! favor of the bank. Then the loser goes out and shoots himself, a thing he should have thought of before he went in. The Russians are said to be the heaviest play ers and following them the French, Ger man, American and English in their love for the game. Unlike our cities, the in habitants are denied access to the table and are exerapt from all taxes as an equiv alent. So the pear people, debarred from playing, because of moral or moneyed rea | sens, are denied the further privilege of making false returns to the tax collector. ! The Prince of Monaco rules over about fight square miles. He lives in an old time looking place with drawbridge and portcullis. His motto is, "La roulette, is source de ma force." More 'here than In any place I have yet visited these lines seem appropriate. XiOmt on Hit' Way. At Park jl, was put in a compartment car with four Frenobmen. It was 8 p. m., and I was weary of Bight-seeing in gay Pareo by sun and gaslight. No train boy came In with crackerjack or gum to disturb us. I had a peaceful nap and was suddenly startled by three of my com panions, who were talking very rapidly and making indescribable gestures with their hands and arms. "Mon Dieu," fre quently entered into their remarks, and I supposed they were pious until they added some profane words not permiss ible in a clerical letter. They finally made the guard understand they wanted to get out, which they did, and I was left with one companion. I dozed again and waked, and looking at my watch, found it was about time for the train to reach Dieppe, where I was to take the steamer across the channel. I said Dieppe and the man stared. Encore Dieppe, and he said, "Non est ver," or something like it, which put me in doubt. I added, London, and with warmth and repetition, to which with strange force and accent he said: "Impossible, impos sible!" Here was a pretty state of af fairs. He looked sober and sensible. I must hava appeared like a fool, and I soon found out that I was, for I was on the wrong train and should have changed cars, where my three excitable friends did, instead of which I peacefully slept and had been carried in an opposite di rection many miles away. What could I do? He spoke a little English and I a little French, and he said I was bound to Havre. He told me he would make it all right and explain matters at the depot, and that I could take a train next day and reach my party in London twenty-four hours later. I didn't sleep any more. He continued to assure me of his protection, and I gratefully ac cepted it, with the mental reservation that I would keep my eye on my valise and pocket-book. After midnight we pulled into the Havre station. I was taken to the depot master, "who promised me that -without extra expense I could take the early train next morn ing and go on my way rejoicing. I tried hard to understand him, and believe him; I had to. Then my chaperone took me to the hotel opposite the depot. He pound ed the door and yelled and a night-capped head was thrust out of the window. My case was argued and the judgment was in my favor. The landlord came down in decollette at both ends of his robe de nuit and opened the door. After saying "Merci Monsieur" to my deliverer, I went into the hotel, through narrow halls, up steep stairs, until I knew in case of fire or murder I could never escape.. I was shown a room in which there were two Tjeds, one of them already occupied by a fellow who eat bolt upright as I stumbled through the door. I said, "Par don, monieur." The landlord offered a word of explanation and I was soon under a chaos of coarse but clean bed clothe 3. I am sure I slept with one eye open and that on the depot clock opposite, which I saw from my window. It was now 2 o'clock; I'd dreamed wore© than if I had been full of DeQuincey opium, jumped up at 4:30, was dressed by 5, sneaked out without waking my partner and was met at the cafe bar by the landlord, who bade me good day and offered me a drink. I told him I was hungry and not thirsty. He gave me the best he ihad and I paid him the best of prices and went over to the depot. It was three hours before train time, but the sta tion master was there. He seemed glad to Bee me, said everything was all right, and told me I had some time for eight seeing. I called far a hack, had the driver show me the town, and was brought back in safety. I paid him, but I can never repay the station generalissimo for his kindness. If I had been his brother, or sister, or some one else's, or had owed him 1,000 francs and he wanted me to pay it, he could not have been more consid erate or kind. In any other country I would, have been regarded as crazy or a candidate for Jail or have been con signed with Judas to some other place where blankets were unnecessary. The Prenohman is nothing if not polite. I was a pilgrim and stranger, and had only tarried but a night, yet I rushed around enough to see the arsenal, bath houses, custom office, ship building yards, industrial points of fishing, making silk and lace, and to learn that this town was In the fore rank as an export point and place for emigration. In the near distance I saw a statue and found that it was Bernardin St. Pierre's and that this was his birthplace. His story, "Paul and "Virginia," is a household classic. Wakefleld," is a household classic. Youth and old age love to read the story of the outcast boy and girl who grew up together on the island, loved and were true to each other in spite of social rank till death in the ocean storm claimed Vir ginia and Paul, insane with grief at her loss, soon followed her to the other shore. Rouen. From Havre to Rouen, in France, is about fifty miles, tout some people in America have found it only a step, If not synonymous. This town is the old capi tal of Normandy,' a gTeat French «ltv oX export and import. There are bridges and 'boulevards between the old and new town; educational and philanthropic in stitutions; fine promenades and shade trees; Notre Dame cathedral, gate of tha great clock bigger than grandfather's on the stair; the pulpit, where every year a criminal who has been condemned to death comes before the people, lifts up the shrine of St. Romain and receives pardon. The statue of Boieldleu, the composer of "Caliph of Bagdad," "Jean dv Paris," is found on a street bearing his name. Of great and ever Increasing Interest 1b the public square where Joan of Arc was burned in 1431, and the tower which bears her name. Dieppe. After much trial and tribulation I reaohed ißieppe. "Still swings the sea, mist shrouds the mountain and thunder bursts on cliffs and cloud." Dieppe is a seaport town, 125 miles northwest from Paris, situated at the mouth of the Argues river, which separates the main part of the town on the west from Pollet on the «ast. The town suffered from the Edict of Nantes and later by bombard ment from th© Dutch and English. To day It boasts 9hip yards, a good harbor, where tt saw a hug© cross and statue of the Virgin for th© protection of those who embark here to cross the English channel for New Haven on the English Bide. There are rope and barrel factories, shops where good watches are made, and I saw skilled workers in ivory and bone, who sustained th© reputation of their ancestors in this art work from the fif teenth century. I visited St. Jacques church and then walked the long street along the shore for more than a mile. It ends at the Chalk Cliff, on which there is a fifteenth century castle now used as a barracks. In season it is the fashion able promenade, and for years this point and near place have been swell watering and 'bathing places. It was early in the season, but I promenaded so much with out my guide that I wore out my patience and my soles; stumbled into a shoe shop, where the keeper fixed me up with leath er half an inch thick, spiked together with hob nails which would have insured me the first prize for anything or body 1 had jumped on. At the beach I met a peasant girl with a basket strapped to her shoulders, carrying stones and pebbles the sire of your hand for the new town road. The sun was warm, the pack was heavy and th© sand was deep, but there was no complaint. She was a picture, and I wanted one, and when I levelled my koda-k she had been there before and posed as an art subject. She smiled; I gave her a franc; she went her way and I mine. Like her peasant mother and sisters, she was a worker. In America woman is often sheltered like a hot house plant. She becomes at times "the fascinating lazzaroni of the parlor and boudoir," having a kind of contempt for manual usefulness. On the continent it is different. Lee messieurs Id aa us- SATURDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 9, 1901. PORTRAITS IN MINIATURE Mrs. Jean Mitchell Lawrence, a Local Artist, Contributing to the Reviving of This Fascinating Art The cozy studio represented with this article is the workshop of Mrs. Lawrence, formerly Miss Jean Mitchell, and the portraits shown are specimens of her work in miniature painting. A native of Princeton, N. J., she is a comparatively recent addition to the little coterie of art ists resident in Minneapolis, having come to the city only a few years ago. In oil and pastel portraits she has achieved a good degree of success, but her enthusi asm is for oil portraiture in miniature. There is a widespread and growing de mand for the miniature which is not a new branch of art, but an old one re vived. It was in high favor during the reign of Louis Quinze in France and MINATURE OF R. C. BOWMAN. Charles 11. in England and the greatest portrait painters of the time lent their skill to the production of the little pic ture. The elegantly mounted miniatures of courtiers, court beauties and state digni taries are still in existence, and the old fashioned locket lives in the remembrance of some of us who feel that, though it was often a vain thing, it sometimes be came a sacred one. The little trifle Is again in evidence in the possession of hus-bands and wives, comrades and friends. The lover rever ences himself when he thinks of his sweetheart's pretty face in its gun-metal case in his breast pocket and must be a better fellow when he knows that nightly she gives her last and sweetest glance to his miniature in her bracelet or necklace. Mrs. Lawrence can paint one's picture on an ivory tablet, a china butter plate, or a polished coat button, T>ut she will MINATXJRE OF SMOKER. advise her sitter to let her do it on can vas, which she imports specially prepared for this work. She will tell one a lot of things—that the finished work will have breadth, individuality and naturalness when done on canvas, but that these qualities are apt to be sacrificed to deli cacy and prettlness when done on Ivory. It has always seemed to me that ivory or porcelain is suitable for the faces of In fants, imbeciles, people In a decline, the blessed dead and the choirs that dwell on high, but for living, breathing, strenuous men and women with red Wood in their veins, canvas is better. Old miniatures were done on Ivory and were beautiful, but it was the fashion to be beautiful. Kings and queens and theii knightly way occupy chairs and ait around the stove, while their French sis ters look out far themselves. This to an American is bad taste and unpardonable, but It suggests that in France at least ■women have personality and feel they are to do some of the world's work. It is hideous to see the peasant women working with the shovel and pick and harnesed to a mule with a plow which her husband drives. They may not all be Venus de Mllo's but some manual la bor would give them fine arms and busts instead of a wad of cotton batting with a pair of bones hanging at their sides. Such independence in the home would do much towards solving the American servant girl question. an*d removing the objection which the poor man urges when he says, "I can't afford to get married and keep house, too.'N Pat was wiser, when asked if he could support himself,* he replied: "No, but I'll get married and Biddy will help me." I am traveling on dangerous ground and though my pen lingers it 1b timje to close lest I succeed no better than a broken-winged butterfly which should try to pull an engine. France Is indeed a most beautiful country and in journeying over the points of its compass I've learned what Macaulay meant when he said, "The real use of traveling and of studying history is to keep men from being what Sam Dawson was in fiction and Samuel Johnson in reality." Au revoir, —G. L. Morrlll. Among the "accidents" reported In Austria recently was the case of a. work man who walked along the road smoking i& pipe with a fifty-pound bag of gun powdeT on his back! 7W«anmww'iHwrttic«jT'%yuiuflan '■/,' -■■•.-■■. .^j Here is a roller skate that is a eort of bicycle for the foot. It 'has only Just been patented. The weight of the skater resting upon one foot pushes down a spring, which is so arranged by bearing with the rear wheel as to propel the whole meehan i«m powerfully. The skater need ibardly do more than walk along, and to* machine does the rest, pushing him. ahead at a tremendous speed. courts would be made beautiful \>j tha artists or they would know the reason why, and ivory lent itself to the fraud and became the rage. "Paint me as I am," said Cromwell, "stained by time and scarred by wars," which was a stunningly heroic demand on the part of the old Roundhead, consider ing the vanity of his day, but It would seem that not even one of the old Dutch painters could have given Cromwell wfeat seams of time and scars and gashes of war would all have turned to beauty spots. This is all by the way, however. J4rs. Lawrence blocks in her work in the miniature just as she does in the large portrait; the working out and fin- mm" % iMBHon ■ ishing touches are added as the subject may require. Of course the face of a baby, a child, or a delicate girl, requires a softer, finer finish tMn the face of a laborer or sailor. She.paints from the photograph w.hen it i 3 preferred, but .she likes better to get sittings and paint from life. The painter has this advantage over the photographer, that the successive ex sittings give him successive expressions from which to select, while the photog rapher must "take" 'his subject in what ever miood and tense he presents himself. Everybody is more or less familiar with the flat, insipid, pretty, pretty picture called a miniature portrait. It is true that the artificial and pretentious are more in demand than the frank and nat ural, and the artists are not always re sponsible, but a picture in which good taste is sacrificed .to elegance ought not to bo. Mrs. Lawrence tries to get life, char acter and strength into her work. People really want what Cromwell wanted with certain qualifications. We would say, "Paint me as I am when I am at my best. Make me look as I would look. I don't care'for the mole on my chin or the crow tracks that come when I smile, but don't put in the soul blemishes. 1 :> r-1 hatred sometimes, and 1 cherish mtili<e, and know avarice and covetouaness; pride is an old companion and superciliousness abides with me, and selfishness has turned on me and put my face out of Joint, but in these things don't paint me as I am." This is asking a great deal. There is, though, a clear vision that can see through .the mists that obscure, or beyond the masks that hide soul beauty, and it is the affair of the artist to strive for this sight and sometimes it is given Mm or her to obtain it. Those who have read Weir Mitchell's "Dr. North and His Frlenda" will remem ber how the sculptor, St. Clair, avenged himself on the vulgarity and insufferable patronage of the magnate. Crofter, by making a bust of him, which, while it was a strong likeness, was odiously re pulsive. And how cleverly Dr. Mitchell shows that there was another side and a better one to even "Xerxes" Crofter. Miss Lawrence's life story is much like that of many of her profession,—a predi liction from childhood for picture mak ing, did ideal work early, finally decided on an artistic career. She studied in the east, doing flower painting, still life, and landscape, then worked from life. She came west and became a pupil in the lifa and portrait classes o-f the School of Fln» Arts under Robert Koehler. Later, being ambitious for expression along a special line, she opened a studio and is busy and happy in her work of portrait painting j and of teaching. She says it is her en detror to perpetuate by her art the best that presents itself to her, to make her pictures true and good in the highest sense and in technique as finished, and correct as possible. Mrs. Lawrence receives her friends, patrons and the picture loving public. Saturday afternoons in her studio in tha. Medical block. NO USB FOR ART. Herald and Presbyter. The bridge builder with Stonewall Jack- ; sen's army was a rare character, if the ; following story be true: The union soldiers, retreating from the. ■ valley of Virginia, burned a bridge over ' the Shenandoah. Jackson, who wanted to pursue, sent for his old bridge builder. "Sir." he said, "you must keep men at work all day an 4 all night, and finish that bridge by to morrow morning. My engineer shall glvejj you a plan." Old Miles saluted and withdrew. Early the next morning the general een^ for Miles again. "Well, sir," said Jack-, son, "did the engineer give you the plan for the bridge?" "General," said the old man slowly, "the bridge is done; I don'|| know whether the picture is or not." CONSIDERATE. Philadelphia Press. T3thel—Mama told me I could »tay la the parlor last night while Mr. Huggardk was calling on sister Bess. Eleie —Did ehe? Ethel—Yes, and It was great fun. Wa played "blind man's buff," and they let me be the blind man nearly all the time. "The Idea of your telling me I*m *** travagant," said Mr. Chugwater, "when I've saved $500 in the last tea, years on one item alone, by a little self denial!" "What Item Is that??" demanded Mrs, Chugwater. "Cutting down my life insurance from $5,000 to $1,000." BICYCLE IDEA IN BOOTS AGAIN MINATURE OP BOT. —Charlotte Whitcomb.