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Ｗ
hen
one loves one
’
s
Ａ
rt no service seems too
hard.
Ｊ
oe came out of the
Ｍ
iddle
Ｗ
est with a genius for
pictorial
art2.
Ａ
t
six
he
drew
a
picture
of
the
town
pump
with
an
important
citizen
passing
it
hurriedly.
Ｔ
his
work
was
framed3 and hung in the
drug store window.
Ａ
t twenty
he left
for
Ｎ
ew
Ｙ
ork.
Ｄ
elia did things
in music so well in a pine-tree village
in
the
Ｓ
outh
that
her
relatives
raised
a
little
money
for
her
to
go
“Ｎ
orth
”
and
“
finish.
”
Ｔ
hey
could
not
see
her,
but
that is our story.
Ｊ
oe
and
Ｄ
elia met in a studio
where a number of art and
music
students had gathered to discuss all kinds of
arts.
Ｊ
oe
and
Ｄ
elia
fell
in
love
with
each
other,
and
in
a
short
time were
married
—
for, when one loves
one
’
s
Ａ
rt no service
seems too hard.
Ｔ
he
couple
began
housekeeping
in
a
flat.
Ｉ
t
was
a
lonely
flat.
Ａ
nd they were happy; for
they had their
Ａ
rt and they
had each other.
1
Ｊ
oe was painting in the
class of the great
Ｍ
agister<
/p>
—
you know his fame.
Ｈ
is fees are high; his
lessons are light
—
his high-
lights have brought him fame.
Ｄ
elia was studying
under
Ｒ
osenstock<
/p>
—
a very strict piano teacher.
Ｔ
hey
were very happy as long as their money lasted.
Ｓ
o
is everybody.
Ｔ
heir aims were very clear.
Ｔ
hey hoped their
arts could bring them wealth and fame.
Ｂ
ut
the
best,
in
my
opinion,
was
the
home
life
in
the
little
flat
—
the warm
chats after the day
’
s study;
the comfortable
dinners
and
fresh,
light
breakfasts;
the
interchange
of
ambitions4;
the
mutual
help
and
inspiration;
and
meat
and
cheese
sandwiches at 11 p. m.
Ｂ
ut
after
a
while
Ａ
rt
flagged5.
Ｉ
t
sometimes
does,
even
if
nobody flags it.
Ｅ
verything
going out and nothing coming
in.
Ｍ
oney was lacking to pay
Ｍ
r.
Ｍ
agister and
Ｒ
osenstock
their
prices.
Ｗ
hen
one
loves
one
’
s
Ａ
rt
no
service
seems
too
hard.
Ｓ
o,
Ｄ
elia said she must give
music lessons to make a
living.
Ｆ
or
two
or
three
days
she
went
out
hunting
for
pupils.
Ｏ
ne
evening she came home happily.
“Ｊ
oe,
dear,
”
she
said,
“Ｉ’
ve
a
pupil.
Ａ
nd,
oh,
the
loveliest people!
Ｇ
eneral
—Ｇ
ene
ral
Ｐ
inkney
’
s daughter
—
2
on
Ｓ
eventy-first
Ｓ
treet.
Ｓ
uch a splendid house,
Ｊ
oe
—
you
ought to see the front door!
Ｂ
yzantine6.
Ｉ
think you would
call
it.
Ａ
nd
inside!
Ｏ
h,
Ｊ
oe,
Ｉ
never
saw
anything
like
it
before.
“Ｍ
y
pupil
is
his
daughter
Ｃ
lementina.
Ｉ
dearly
love
her
already.
Ｓ
he
’
s
a
delicate
thing
—
dresses
always
in
white;
and
the
sweetest,
simplest
manners!
Ｏ
nly
eighteen
years
old.
Ｉ’
m to give three lessons a
week; and, just think,
Ｊ
oe!
$$5 a
lesson.
Ｉ
don
’
t mind it a bit; for
when
Ｉ
get two or three
more
pupils
Ｉ
can
once
again
take
up
my
lessons
with
Ｒ
osenstock.
Ｎ
ow,
smooth out
that
wrinkle
between
your brows7,
dear, and let
’
s
have a nice supper.
”
“Ｔ
ha
t
’
s
all
right
for
you,
Ｄ
ele,
”
said
Ｊ
oe,
opening
a
can
of
peas
with
a
carving
knife,
“
but
how
about
me?
Ｄ
o
you
think
Ｉ’
m
going
to
let
you
hurry
for
wages
while
Ｉ
enjoy
the
taste of high art?
Ｎ
o!
Ｉ
guess
Ｉ
can do something,
and
bring in a dollar or
two.
”
Ｄ
elia came and
hung about his neck.
“Ｊ
oe, dear, you are silly.
Ｙ
ou must keep on at your
studies.
Ｉ
t
is
not
as
if
Ｉ
had
left
my
music
and
gone
to
work
at something else.
Ｗ
hile
Ｉ
teach
Ｉ
learn.
Ｉ
am always
with
my music.
Ａ
nd we can live as
happily as millionaires on
3
$$15 a week.
Ｙ
ou
mustn
’
t think of leaving
Ｍ
r.
Ｍ
a
gister.
”
“Ａ
ll
right,
”
said
Ｊ
oe,
reaching
for
the
vegetable
dish.
“Ｂ
ut
Ｉ
hate
for
you to be giving lessons.
Ｉ
t
isn
’
t
Ａ
rt.
Ｂ
ut
you
’
re great and a dear to
do it.
”
“Ｗ
hen
one
loves
one
’
s
Ａ
rt
no
service
seems
too
hard,
”
said
Ｄ
elia.
“Ｍ
agister
praised
the
sky
in
that
sketch8
Ｉ
made
in
the
park,
”
said
Ｊ
oe.
“Ａ
nd
Ｔ
inkle gave me permission to
hang
two of them in his window.
Ｉ
may sell one if the right
kind
of a rich fellow sees
them.
”
“Ｉ’
m sure you
will,
”
said
Ｄ
elia sweetly.
“Ａ
nd now
let
’
s be thankful
for
Ｇ
eneral
Ｐ
inkney and this
roast.
”
Ｄ
uring
all
of
the
next
week
the
couple
had
an
early
breakfast.
Ｊ
oe was excited about some
sketches he was doing
in
Ｃ
entral
Ｐ
ark, and
Ｄ
elia prepared breakfast for
him,
praised,
and
kissed
at
seven
o
’
clock.
Ｉ
t
was
most
times
seven
o
’
clock when he
returned in the evening.
Ａ
t the end of the week
Ｄ
elia, sweetly proud but
tired,
threw three five-dollar bills on
the 8 by 10 (inches) centre
table of
the 8 by 10 (feet) flat room9.
“Ｓ
ometimes,
”
she said,
“Ｃ
lementina tires me.
Ｉ’
m
afraid she
doesn
’
t practise enough, and
Ｉ
have to tell her
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