To Be A Model

Nflt very long ago, wnile a prominent artist was busy at his easel, the brass knocker rapped three times, and risiug he opened the door. "Who is it?" he said.not very pleased at the interrnption. "Do you want a model?" was the response. He looked at her with the rapid glance of the mau who kuows the meaning (& form and color and the value of every feature. Apparently there was nothiug to recommend her. The face s-;is ïiot beautiful, the skm and features were coarüe, there was no pomegranute on the líps, ao rose petal ou clièelr nor shell tints in the ear. The hair was a I dnsty, yellow gvay, the eyes dull and heavy, thö rnouth and jaw thick aud ', hard. All of this detail he saw as she passed through the door uninvited. "What are your recoiumeudations?" he asked her half sneoringly. "I have a good figure," she answered proruptly. "Are yon a professional model?" was the nest query. "I have never posed at all," she replied. "I'm a housenaaid. I read soniething in the paper about the lots of money the rnodels made, and I thougbt I'd like it botter than being out at service." The artist looked at the young Irish wornan a moment, and glancing about the room, wonderiug what to say to her, his eyes feil upon his half ciad model seated upon the stand. "Miss B. ," he .said, "will you teil this young woman about the life? She wants to be a model. " Miss B. , vrith an easy, natural movement, threw the end of her garnet velvet toga across her shoulders and gave the visitor such a lengthy description of the trials, hardships and troubles of a model 's life in the studios that when she advised the artística] ly iuclined housemaid "to go back to making beds and scrubbiug and waxing floors" the latter concluded she had better "bear the ills she knew than fly to those she knew not of" and took her departure aa