gesting a short cut to somewhere else. I can well believe that the snubbed and humiliated artist, after such a rebuff, crossed the street to avoid the gaze of passersby, dodging into this same court, where he wandered about in its graveyard silence trying to pull himself together; and so on, and out the rear gate to his lodgings in Great Coram Street, thoroughly convinced that life for him was a failure, and that neither literature nor art (which last he loved best) could support him.

Something which might have been as disheartening happened to me too at Staple Inn.

I came very near being locked up.

Before getting ready to sketch in the streets of any city, I invariably look up the constituted authorities. This habit of mine has given me the freedom of Constantinople, Moscow, and Sofia - three cities where even the sight of a white umbrella is enough to call out the guard. I haven't the space to tell about it here, but it would be mighty interesting reading if I had.

This particular morning I began by sending Evins, with my compliments, and visiting card-a wonderful thing is a visiting card to people who have never seen one, and policemen are seldom society men — with the request that he would "step lively," as I was beginning work and wanted to know just where his Bobbyship would permit me to place my taxi.

"Anywhere ye like, sir

big wide street

and ye won't be in the way," and with a wave of his hand he bit off the end of the cigar that, in parting, I had handed him, and kept on up the street.

gesting a short cut to somewhere else. I can well believe that the snubbed and humiliated artist, after such a rebuff, crossed the street to avoid the gaze of passersby, dodging into this same court, where he wandered about in its graveyard silence trying to pull himself together; and so on, and out the rear gate to his lodgings in Great Coram Street, thoroughly convinced that life for him was a failure, and that neither literature nor art (which last he loved best) could support him.

Something which might have been as disheartening happened to me too at Staple Inn.

I came very near being locked up.

Before getting ready to sketch in the streets of any city, I invariably look up the constituted authorities. This habit of mine has given me the freedom of Constantinople, Moscow, and Sofia - three cities where even the sight of a white umbrella is enough to call out the guard. I haven't the space to tell about it here, but it would be mighty interesting reading if I had.

This particular morning I began by sending Evins, with my compliments, and visiting card-a wonderful thing is a visiting card to people who have never seen one, and policemen are seldom society men - with the request that he would "step lively," as I was beginning work and wanted to know just where his Bobbyship would permit me to place my taxi.

"Anywhere ye like, sir - big wide street- and ye won't be in the way," and with a wave of his hand he bit off the end of the cigar that, in parting, I had handed him, and kept on up the street.