Frank Merriwell's Catch — page 33: what you’re looking at

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 31 scene, as if by magic. Stillin wonder and ad.- miration he gazed. At length, calling his boy pupil, to whom he was imparting the rudi- ments of art, and who aided him in the mix- ing and preparing of his colozs. ‘‘Boy, who has been here in my absence?” ‘*No one, master,’’ ‘‘Art sure, boy?’’ “Tam sure.’’ “And yet my work is meddled with.’ ‘Tam sorry,’’ said the lad, with contrition. When called by his master, the boy had emerged from the shadow of some curtains which had partially concealed him when old Andrea first entered. He stood abashed, as though he had been guilty of some misde- meanor and expected severe reproof, while his slender but graceful figure as he stood there before his master gave promise of a coming beauty which should be as radiant as that of the angel in the picture. ‘*Boy,’’ repeated the old artist. ‘J am here, master.’’ ‘“Who painted that?’’ “I did, Master Andres,’ replied the boy, blushing. ‘‘And who assisted you?”’ ‘“No one.’’ “So, so,’’ mused the old painter, again approaching the canvas and gazing at it. The boy was expecting and awaiting the reproof. ““You did it alone?’’ “Alone,” responded the pupil, «uite abashed at the protracted examination. “Ts it 21 done?” finally ventures the boy. “Til done! It is a masterpiece. My own work is but a daub beside it. The chiid has vanquished the veteran at his own art. Henceforth Andrea Varocchio will never touch pencil more.”’ And the old master kept his word. But he —the boy artist—was this figure a premature biessom of promise, which should bear no fruit? No, it was the first of a series of triumphs rising in greatness till “‘The Last Supper, ’’ still the admiration of the Christian and artistic werld, crowned the fame of - Leonardo da Vinci. 6] Sense of Touch. Between the shoulder blades, over the re. gion of the spine, the skin is almost insensi- ble to touch. The edgas of the eyelids dis- play great sensibility, owing to which they close at the slightest touch, thus protecting the. organs they cover. Where the skin is stretched, as over the knee or elbow, the _ gense of touch is slight; but on the palmar surfaces of the hands, feet, or fingara, if is most delicate. The tip of the tongue is capa- ble of distinguishing the fwo points of a pair of compasses when only .0394 inch apart. Comic Colawnn. VILLAGE THEATRE MUSIC. Village Boy—We played theatre to-day, and if was great fun. Father—What part did you play? Boy—1l wasn’t im the act. I was one of the musicians. We had a drum, an’ three horns, an’ six combs, and some ropes stretched over a barrel for the big fiddle. 1t sounded just like a theatre orchestra. UNACCOMMODATING ANIMALS. Little Johnnie—Do cats like fruit cake? Little Dick—No. ‘Do rats and mice?”’ ‘No. Why?” ‘‘Nothin’; only there’s some in our closet at home, where I can reach it. I wish cats or rats or something liked fruit cake. OLD FOLES NOT INTERESTED. Little Son—~I wish bicycles had been in- vented when you were a boy. | — (an influential citizen)—-Why so, my son Little Son—’Cause we'd had good roads by this time. : A FOOLISH RULE. Professor—Keep your eyes on the notes. Don't look at your fingers. Fair Papii—The idea! know whether Iwas striking chords or dis- cords? NOT FIGHTING. Mother—Horrors! You naughty boy! You've been fichting. Little Son—No’m. ‘‘How did your clothes get torn, and your face get scratched?”’ **T was tryin’ to keep a bad boy from hurt ing a good little boy.”’ | ‘*That was noble. Who was the good little boy ?”’ “*Me. 99 PLAYING CHURCH. Mamma (reprovingly, Sunday)—You told me you were going to play church. Little Dick—Yes’m. “Then I’d like to know what all this ioud laughing is about,’’ , “Oh, that’s all right. That’s Dot and me, We're the choir.”’ ° A SURPRISE, He—Is that your school friend? isn’t so very ugly. She—Ugly? Who said she was? He— You said all the girls loved her,” SMALL LOSS. Mether (raprovingly}—You have never taken a prize at school yet. Why, she Little Dick—N-o, bué 1 guess they're only plated, anyhow. HAVE YOU READ ABOUT TRADES AND PROFESSIONS IN THE HALF-HOLIDAY. How woulkl I over . COMRnIclooo So