about the art gallery, and you had failed to visit
it? What then?
The annual e.xhibition at Poland Spring is as
nuich a star feature here, as is the Venus in the
Louvre, the Taj Mahal at Agra, or the Tower of
It contains all those names of .Vmerica's most
noted artists, the same as does your city exhibi-
tion, and a great many more than I have repeated.
Here are a hundred and sixty paintings by
eminent American artists that you would feel
proud to receive an invitation to view, on the
private view night, so why not now?
The Maine State Building is the finest buihling
that ever solidified an idea, in connection with any
hotel on earth, and as one single feature among
many, this annual art show is given at immense
cost, free, absolutely free, with a catalogue whose
superior is not found in any city exhibition, and
that is free also. Nr)W what remains? Each one
must answer that for himself. Old age, gout,
avoirdupois; the.se tliree are valid; but youth,
beauty, intelligence, what have they?
Good intentions are all very well, but they do
not pave the streets of Elysium.
Let me copy the second page of the catalogue, for
the benefit of those who have not seen it.
The gallery is open week days from H a.m. to '.»
1>.M. Sundays from 10 A.M. to H.30 iv.M.
This exhibition is held annually, ami the paint-
ings consequently are new, with the exceplion ol
the permanent collection.
The collection made by Miss Nettie M. Hicker.
Catalogues are free, and may be obtained at the
I library, on the first Moor, where prices will also be
given of the paintings, which are chieHy lor sale.
Quiet is requested in the gallery.
Children nuist be strictly admonished not to
touch the pictures or .sculpture.
The -rallerv hung bv Mr. Frank Carlos Gnthlh,
! art director, to whom inquiries may be addressed.
The following catches of black bass were made
by F. F. Webber of St. Louis during the past two
months. No bass under a pound were taken.
One weighed 4 lbs. 2 oz.
Twenty-two tipped the scales between three and
four pounds, and twenty-three weighed between
two and three i)Ounds.
nne 1 1th
4 lbs. 2 oz.
179 lbs. 2 oz.
Mrs. J. Peck of New York registered at the
Mansion House, Thursday.
Mr. H. K. McCann of New York registered at
the Poland Spring House, Thursday.
Mr. and Mrs. H. G. Mendenhall of New York
registered at the Mansion House, Thursday.
Mrs. A. R Frank and Miss Ethel Mildred
Frank of Boston, were at the Poland Spring House,
Miss March and E. G. March of New York
registered at the Poland Spring House on
Mr. and Mrs. W. K. Butler and Miss Eleanor
K. Butler of Washington, D. C, are at the
Mr. F. S. Williams of Boston, of the tirni of
Jones, McDnffee and Stratton was a guest at the
Poland Spring House, Wednesday.
A very interesting visitor on Wednesday last
was the Rev. F. G. Williams of Montreal, accom-
panied by Mrs. Williams. Although not unusual
or remarkable, his cure by Poland Water was of a
particularly interesting character.
Mr. and Mrs. Louis P. Howe with Mr. Arnold
Curtis and Mr. Charles W. Curtis of Mailborough,
Mass., arrived at the Poland Spring House,
Wednesday, in a 30 horse-power Knox car.
Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Payson with Mr. and Mrs
R. S. Payson of Portland and Miss Conger of
Washington, D. C, were at the Poland Spring
House, Wednesday, in a 40 horse-power Knox car.
iNlr. Henry LT. Palmer of Brooklyn, N. Y.,
arrived at the Poland Spring House, \V'ednesday,
in his new 75 horse-power Matheson touring car.
Mr. and Mrs. Alfred G. Evans of Madison, N.J ,
were at the Mansion House, Wednesday. They
came in their 30 horse-power Rainier car.
Mr. and Mrs. James Campbell and Miss Lois
Campbell of St. Louis, Mo., arrived at the Poland
Spring House, Thursday, in a 40 horse-power
Mr. and Mrs. Clement Studebakcr Jr. and son.
of South Bend, Ind., and Col. Ned Arden Flood
of Meadville, Perm., were registered at the Poland
Spring House, Thursday. They came in a 40
horse-power Studebaker car.
Mr and Mrs. Frank Maybin, Miss E. S. Maybin
and Mr. J. T. Jackson of Philadelphia, were guests
at the I'oland Spring House, Thursday. They
came in a 30 horse-power White Steamer.
Mr. and Mrs. William H. Buckley and Mrs.
Josephine Buckley of Albany, N. Y., arrived at
the Poland Spring House, Thursday, in a 50 horse-
power Thomas car.
Mr. and Mrs. George A. Eraser of Morristown,
N. J., Mrs. George S. Derby of Boston, and Mr.
Frederick Hale of Portland, were among the auto-
mobile tourists at the Polaiul Spring House,
Mr. and Mrs. H. A. p:verett and Miss Dorothy
B. Everett of Cleveland, Ohio, were at the Poland
Spring House, Thursday. They came in a 30
horse-power Columbia car.
Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Chesbroiigh and Harold
Chesbiough of Toledo, Ohio, registered at the
Poland Spring House, Thursday. They are tour-
ing in a 40 horse-power National car.
Miss Genevieve Wells of New Haven, Conn.,
arrived at the Poland Spring House, Thursday.
Mr. and Mrs. Albert M. Hyde of New York
arrived at the Poland Spring House, Thursday.
Mr. and Mrs. F. P. Perkins and Miss Cain of
New York arrived at the Mansion House Thursday.
Mrs. Byron T. Babbitt of St. Louis, Mo.,
arrived at the Polaiul Spring House, Wednesday.
A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good hi
Tliere is a Utile
picture wliicli hangs
ill nuuiy a iii ii s ic
room, or is at least
iWmiliar to most of
IIS. A .sweet uplifted
tin'e of a boy jjarbed
in theclioister's suf-
pliee of the Episco-
pal ciuirch, and
holding ill his hands
a folio of m u si c.
Tlie picture is vari-
n 11 sly known as
'•The Choir Boy"
or "Laiis Deo."
Little John and the Cat There are, however,
a good number of
people in Boston, who on seeing this picture
among photographic art subjects, exclaim, "Why,
that's Little John !"
And Little John is a very real personage in the
studios of Boston, where his beautiful young face
and his winsome boyish charm have endeared him
"Little John," as he is always called, became a
model three or four years ago for very excellent
reasons. He was then five years old. One day
he went to his mother, a pretty young woman
whose husband was dead, and said : "Mamma, I
want to pay my board." The tired mother, amused
by her small boy's earnest statement, asked him,
"How much do you want to pay for your board?"
"I can pay you two cents a week, mamma, until I
get bigger and eat more, then I will give five
cents." "Very well, my dear," and Little John
faithfully paid his board for several weeks, not-
withstanding it was sometimes very hard for him
to find the necessary two cents, for little boys of
five do not always easily find business opportunities.
Then suddenly fortune smiled her sweetest smile
on Little John.
A sad-faced woman, who years ago had lost a
little boy of her own, and whose lonely mother's
heart kept its memory of the child ever before her,
in the exquisite pictures of childhood, for which
her brush is famous, met Little John one day
when she went out to get her morning Herald.
Little John was too young to be a regular news-
boy, but he had been so far trusted by an older
distributor of daily periodicals as to be allowed two
or three copies of the Herald for possible sale on
the quiet street corners. This was not always
easy to do, but on this morning it did not take him
long to dispose of his stock of papers, for the sad-
faced artist not only bought all the papers but
asked him if he would not come to her studio and
let her paint a picture of him.
Little John did not know what a studio was,
but the lady was so gentle and sweet to him that
he had no hesilalion in going with her, to a strange
little room filled with wonderful things and qiieerly
iiglited by a big window in the ceiling.
The artist only took [iliotographs of him the
first day, but wlien after an hour of looking in
different directions, and sitting in uncomfortable
positions slie gave iiim a quarter, Little John
decided to go out of the newsjiaper business and
be an artist model. The artist made him promise
that he would come again in two days, which he
consented to do.
On arriving home he showed his mother the
silver coin he had received, and informed her that
he would now raise tlie price of his board to five
cents a week, and would pay her a month in
advance, which would leave him i\\e cents to buy
his little sisters a bag of pop corn.
What his mother said did not seem relevant to
Little Joliu's practical mind, for all she said when
she changed tlie coin for him was. You Darling I !
From that time Little John was in great demand
in other studios than the one in which he made
his debut as an artist's model, for artists find it
very difficult to secure the cherubic beauty which
Little John possesses in such large measure, and
his big blue eyes, curling hair ami oval face are
just the features required in painting youthful
saints, or boy angels.
Little John had an honest soul, and afi'orded his
various patrons much amusement in deducting
from his hourly wage of twenty-five cents the time
spent in the rest between the poses, nor could he
he convinced that the sum agreed upon included
the proper number of rests.
Little .lohn was particularly fond of animals, as
all real boys are, and through his Sunday school
he became interested in the Animal Hesciie League
of Boston, a charily which is not unlike the
Emergency Hospital for peojile, and he was very
zealous in the protection of the forlorn little waifs
of the back streets. In summer he had his hands
full taking the many "left behind" cats of the
people who had closed their houses for the hot
months and bad so thoughtlessly left their pels to
slowly starve in the alleys, He rescued in one
week no less than five cats and eight little kittens
and took thcni all to the "League."
Little John was the original of the story uboiil
the economical mamma. Soon after he began his
work for the "League," on his way home from
school he found in an ash barrel a poor dead cat
which had been killed by cruel boys or angry dogs.
Taking it gently by its tail lie put it under his arm
and carried it to his mother and vvith genuine
pathos in his voice, he said : "See, mamma, here's a
perfectly good cat that someone has thrown away ! "
As this is a true story it does not end with a
flourish as made up stories do, but it may be
interesting to know that Little John is still posing
for the artist pi.'(i|ile and makes euongli money to
buy his own clollics and give his mother many car
WHAT IS, IS BEST
I do not ask that life should l)e
A bed of ease ;
I am not like the child, who wants
Each toy he sees.
And yet 'tis hard, I think, sometimes.
To see and kuow,
When life seems full of bitter things.
The why "tis so.
'Tis hard to watch the ones we love
Grow sick and die.
To lay them in the grave, and make
No moan or cry.
Yet those he loves, God chiistenetli.
So we are told ;
And each, in some way, doth believe
The story old,
That in this world wluit is, is best;
Although we see
A thousand ways in which we tliiulc
"Twould better be
To have what we have longed for, Init
"Tis all in vain ;
Each one must learn through care and grief.
Sorrow and pain,
That (iod some trials sends to each.
That one ami all
Mav conic to him for sympathy;
May lu'cil his eall.
"Come, ^dl ye weary