About an Animal Artist.

Evening Star, Issue 7362, 7 November 1887, Page 3

About an Animal Artist.

He is a photographer with an excellent gallery in one of the principal thoroughfares, and he prides himself on his groups and his instantaneous pictures of babies. He used to pride himself on his animal pictures, and especially on his dogs; but he does so no longer. There is reason for this. Tho other week there came in a young man with a superb dog of the bull variety—a handsomo creature, with a great square muzzle, wicked eyes, and a long pedigree. He was a dog to thrill the heart of an animal artist, and the animal artist frankly said so. Would he take him ? the young man inquired. And the artist Baid he would. While he fixed his plate the young man tied his dog in an armchair and retired out of focus. The artist adjusted his camera, arranged his ourtains, and, with the cord which governs the instantaneous slide in his hand, prepared to complete his work. But he did not complete it. Incautiously, from the sheer force of habit, he raised his forefinger, and, pointing it at the dog, was just telling him to look as pleasant as he could, when the proceedings were rudely interrupted. The dog mistook the friendly caution for a gesture of defiance, and, bound as he was, he went for the artist with all the impetuosity of his race and breed. When the dog had been secured by his owner in the outer hall, the artist climbed down off his camera, pinned up a rent or two in his garments, and solemnly struck the word " dogs" out of the list of subjects invited to be photo'ed in his atelier. The " canine " no longer charms him.