Christie Johnstone

ofessional walk. Three were of Edinburgh-Groove, aged f

ishman, the leader of the

his manner wonderfully a

n forgot where he was, and shone

eplied old Groove

t was the

ng, and sticking in the work. Th

cial constables next time," cried Gatty. "We shal

ck on her. Paint an out o' door scene indoors! I swear by the sun it's a lie! the one stupid, impudent

ne; hence the sketching system slop-sellers of the Academy! but the millio

be the bare outlines, and they can't. The million subtleties of light and color; learn them by heart, and say them off on canvas! the highest

oquent, I call

Groove, "the lad will

least I hope so, but it

ho could talk and paint b

; it is time the art was born. Whenever it does come into the world, you will see no more dead corpses of trees, grass a

ect for your picture

his brush), "we'll fight for nature-light, truth light, and su

r old Groove, "we shall cut our own thro

merry defiance, and then separated from the

g, before a most musical

llerr

sight. The boys recognized one

e with her?"

ong-haired und

the world except Art. Love and Art are

l. I have done her," a

?" aske

rse, here;" and he

you might propose reading

d Jones of the Carnie and the J

red Jean. "Hae

one another, and did

ristie, "am a friend of Mr. Gatty's; perhaps, on

id Jean,

ically, "give them your verses,

erself, to Christie. This youngster was on

s delectatus c

bad painter, so he wante

ought to have been daubing; and now he will hav

shed, and put the

, Custy,"

the puir lads twarree oyster

looked down on the others with sarcastico-benignant superiority.

earts allow; But doggrel's po