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ual exhibition of the Academicians and their associates； and the smaller ones were given over to the students； one； a better lighted apartment； being filled with the usual collection of caststhe Milo； the Fighting Gladiator； Apollo Belvidere； Venus de Medici； etc。； etc。； the other being devoted to the uses of the life…class and its models。 Not the nude。 Whatever may have been clone in the studios； in the class…room it was always the draped model that posed the old woman who washed for a living on the top floor； or one of her chubby children or buxom daughters； or perhaps the peddler who strayed in to sell his wares and left his head behind him on ten different canvases and in as many different positions。
The casts themselves were backed up against the walls； some facing the windows for lights and darks； and others pushed toward the middle of the room； where the glow of the gas…jets could accentuate their better points。 The Milo； by right of divinity； held the centre positionshe being beautiful from any point of sight and available from any side。 The Theseus and the Gladiator stood in the corners； affording space for the stools of two or three students and their necessary easels。 Scattered about on the coarse； whitewashed walls were hung the smaller life…casts； fragments of the bodyan arm； leg； or hand； or sections of a headand tucked in between could be found cheap lithographic productions of the work of the students and professors of the Paris and Dusseldorf schools。 The gas…lights under which the students worked at night were hooded by cheap paper shades of the students' own fashioning； and the lower sashes of the windows were smeared with whitewash or covered with newspapers to concentrate the light。 During working hours the drawing…boards were propped upon rude easels or slanted on overturned chairs； the students sitting on three…legged stools。
A gentle…voiced； earnest； whole…souled old man the one only instructorpresided over this temple of art。 He had devoted his whole life to the sowing of figs and the reaping of thistles； and in his old age was just beginning to see the shoots of a new art forcing their way through the quickening clay of American civilization。 Once in awhile； as assistants in this almost hopeless task； there would stray into his class…room some of the painters who； unconsciously； were founding a national art and in honor of whom a grateful nation will one day search the world over for marble white enough on which to perpetuate their memories： men as distinct in their aims； methods； and results as was that other group of unknown and despised immortals starving together at that very time in a French village across the seaand men； too； equally deserving of the esteem and gratitude of their countrymen。
Oliver knew the names of these distinguished visitors to the Academy； as did all the other members of the Skylarks； and he knew their work。 The pictures of George Inness； Sanford Gifford； Kensett； McEntee； Hart； Eastman Johnson； Hubbard； Church； Casilaer； Whittredge； and the others had been frequently discussed around the piano on the top floor at Miss Teetum's； and their merits and supposed demerits often hotly contested。 He had met Kensett once at the house of Mr。 Slade； and McEntee had been pointed out to him as he left the theatre one night； but few of the others had ever crossed his path。
Of the group Gifford appealed to him most。 One golden 〃Venice〃 of the painter； which hung in a picture…store； always delighted hima stretch of the Lagoon with a cluster of butterfly sails and a far… away line of palaces； towers； and domes lying like a string of pearls on the horizon。 There was another of Kensett's； a point of rocks thrust out like a mailed hand into a blue sea； and a McEntee of October woods； all brown and gold； but the Gifford he had never forgotten； nor will anyone else who has seen it。
No wonder then that all his life he remembered that particular night； when a slender； dark…haired man in loose gray clothes sauntered into the class… room and moved around among the easels； giving a suggestion here and a word of praise there； for that was the night on which Professor Cummings touched our young hero's shoulder and said： 〃Mr。 Gifford likes your drawing very much； Mr。 Horn〃a word of praise which； as he wrote to Crocker； steadied his uncertain fingers 〃as nothing else had ever done。〃
The students in his school were from all stations in life： young and old； all of them poor； and most of them struggling along in kindred professions and occupationsengravers； house…painters； lithographers； and wood…carvers。 Two or three were sign… painters。 One of thesea big…boned； blue…eyed young follow； who drew in charcoal from the cast at night； and who sketched the ships in the harbor during the daycame from Kennedy Square； or rather from one of the side streets leading out of it。 There can still be found over the door of what was once his shop a weather…beaten example of his skill in gold letters； the product of his own hand。 Above the signature is； or was some ten years since； a small decorative panel showing a strip of yellow sand； a black dot of a boat； and a line of blue sky； so true in tone and sure in composition that when Mr。 Crocker first passed that way and stood astounded before itas did Robinson Crusoe over Friday's footprinthe was so overjoyed to find another artist besides himself in the town； that he turned into the shop； and finding only a young mechanic at work； said：
〃Go to New York； young man； and study； you have a career before you。〃
The old landscape…painter was a sure prophet； little pen…and…ink sketches bearing the initials of this same sign…painter now sell for more than their weight in gold； while his larger canvases on the walls of our museums and galleries hold their place beside the work of the marine…painters of our own and other times and will for many a day to come。
This exile from Kennedy Square had been the first man to shake Oliver's hand the night he entered the cast…room。 Social distinctions had no place in this atmosphere； it was the fellow who in his work came closest to the curve of the shoulder or to the poise of the head who proved； in the eyes of his fellow… students； his possession of an ancestry： but the ancestry was one that skipped over the Mayflower and went straight back to the great Michael and Rembrandt。
〃I'm Jack Bedford； the sign…painter；〃 he said； heartily。 〃You and I come from the same town；〃 and as they grasped each other's hands a new friendship was added to Oliver's rapidly increasing list。
Oliver's seat was next to Fred； with Jack Bedford on his right。 He had asked to join this group not only because he wanted to be near his two friends but because he wanted still more to be near the Milo。 He had himself selected a certain angle of the head because he had worked from that same point of sight with Mr。 Crocker； and it had delighted him beyond measure when the professor allowed him to place his stool so that he could almost duplicate his earlier drawing。 His ambition was to get into the life…class； and the quickest road； he knew； lay through a good cast drawing。 Every night for a week； therefore； he had followed the wonderful lines of the Milo's beautiful body； which seemed to grow with warmth under the flare of the overhanging gas…jets。
These favored life students occupied the room next to the casts。 Mother Mulligan； in full regalia of apron and broom； often sat there as a model。 Oliver had recognized her portrait at once； so can anyone else who looks over the earlier studies of half the painters of the time。
〃Oh； it's you； is it〃 Mrs。 Mulligan herself had cried when she met Oliver in the hall； 〃the young gentleman that saved Miss Margaret's dog？ She'll be here next week herselfshe's gone home for awhile up into the mountains； where her old father and mother live。 I told her many times about ye； and she'll be that pleased to meet ye； now that you're WAN of us。〃
It was delightful to hear her accent the 〃wan。〃 Mother Mulligan always thought the institution rested on her broad shoulders； and that the students were part of her family。
The old woman could also have told Oliver of Margaret's arrival at the school； and of the impression which she； the first and only girl student； made on the night she took her place before an easel。 But of the reason of her coming Mrs。 Mulligan could have told nothing； nor why Margaret had been willing to exchange the comforts of a home among the New Hampshire hills for the narrow confines of a third…story back room； with Mrs。 Mulligan as house… keeper and chaperon。
Fred knew all the details； of course； and how it had all come about。 How a cousin of Margaret's who lived on a farm near her father's had one day； years before； left his plough standing in the furrow and apprenticed himself to a granite…cutter in the next town。 How later on he had graduated in gravestones； and then in bas…reliefs； and finally had won a medal in Rome for a figure of 〃Hope；〃 which was to mark the grave of a millionnaire at home。 How when the statue was finished； ready to be set up； this cousin had come to Brookfield； wearing a square… cut beard； straight…out mustaches with needle…points； and funny shoes with