THE CAPITOLINE VENUS
CHAPTER I
[Scene-An Artist's Studio in Rome.]
"Oh, George, I do love you!"
"Bless your dear heart, Mary, I know that--why is your father so obdurate?""George, he means well, but art is folly to him--he only understands groceries.He thinks you would starve me.""Confound his wisdom--it savors of inspiration.Why am I not a money-making bowelless grocer, instead of a divinely gifted sculptor with nothing to eat?""Do not despond, Georgy, dear--all his prejudices will fade away as soon as you shall have acquired fifty thousand dol--""Fifty thousand demons! Child, I am in arrears for my board!"CHAPTER II
[Scene-A Dwelling in Rome.]
"My dear sir, it is useless to talk.I haven't anything against you, but I can't let my daughter marry a hash of love, art, and starvation--Ibelieve you have nothing else to offer."
"Sir, I am poor, I grant you.But is fame nothing? The Hon.Bellamy Foodle of Arkansas says that my new statue of America, is a clever piece of sculpture, and he is satisfied that my name will one day be famous.""Bosh! What does that Arkansas ass know about it? Fame's nothing--the market price of your marble scarecrow is the thing to look at.It took you six months to chisel it, and you can't sell it for a hundred dollars.
No, sir! Show me fifty thousand dollars and you can have my daughter--otherwise she marries young Simper.You have just six months to raise the money in.Good morning, sir.""Alas! Woe is me!"
CHAPTER III
[ Scene-The Studio.]
"Oh, John, friend of my boyhood, I am the unhappiest of men.""You're a simpleton!"
"I have nothing left to love but my poor statue of America--and see, even she has no sympathy for me in her cold marble countenance--so beautiful and so heartless!""You're a dummy!"
"Oh, John!"
Oh, fudge! Didn't you say you had six months to raise the money in?""Don't deride my agony, John.If I had six centuries what good would it do? How could it help a poor wretch without name, capital, or friends?""Idiot! Coward! Baby! Six months to raise the money in--and five will do!""Are you insane?"
"Six months--an abundance.Leave it to me.I'll raise it.""What do you mean, John? How on earth can you raise such a monstrous sum for me?""Will you let that be my business, and not meddle? Will you leave the thing in my hands? Will you swear to submit to whatever I do? Will you pledge me to find no fault with my actions?""I am dizzy--bewildered--but I swear."
John took up a hammer and deliberately smashed the nose of America! He made another pass and two of her fingers fell to the floor--another, and part of an ear came away--another, and a row of toes was mangled and dismembered--another, and the left leg, from the knee down, lay a fragmentary ruin!
John put on his hat and departed.
George gazed speechless upon the battered and grotesque nightmare before him for the space of thirty seconds, and then wilted to the floor and went into convulsions.
John returned presently with a carriage, got the broken-hearted artist and the broken-legged statue aboard, and drove off, whistling low and tranquilly.
He left the artist at his lodgings, and drove off and disappeared down the Via Quirinalis with the statue.
CHAPTER IV
[Scene--The Studio.]
"The six months will be up at two o'clock to-day! Oh, agony! My life is blighted.I would that I were dead.I had no supper yesterday.I have had no breakfast to-day.I dare not enter an eating-house.And hungry?
--don't mention it! My bootmaker duns me to death--my tailor duns me--my landlord haunts me.I am miserable.I haven't seen John since that awful day.She smiles on me tenderly when we meet in the great thoroughfares, but her old flint of a father makes her look in the other direction in short order.Now who is knocking at that door? Who is come to persecute me? That malignant villain the bootmaker, I'll warrant.
Come in!"
"Ah, happiness attend your highness--Heaven be propitious to your grace!
I have brought my lord's new boots--ah, say nothing about the pay, there is no hurry, none in the world.Shall be proud if my noble lord will continue to honor me with his custom--ah, adieu!""Brought the boots himself! Don't wait his pay! Takes his leave with a bow and a scrape fit to honor majesty withal! Desires a continuance of my custom! Is the world coming to an end? Of all the--come in!""Pardon, signore, but I have brought your new suit of clothes for--""Come in!"
"A thousand pardons for this intrusion, your worship.But I have prepared the beautiful suite of rooms below for you--this wretched den is but ill suited to--""Come in!"
"I have called to say that your credit at our bank, some time since unfortunately interrupted, is entirely and most satisfactorily restored, and we shall be most happy if you will draw upon us for any--""COME IN!"
"My noble boy, she is yours! She'll be here in a moment! Take her--marry her--love her--be happy!--God bless you both! Hip, hip, hur--""COME IN!!!!!"
