Life, art, and letters of George Inness . , is the sincere wish of youraffectionate father. I have known him to stay in bed as long as two orthree days at a time, writing and thinking, and in an-swer to my solicitations in regard to his health hewould reply: Oh, no, not ill; only resting and having a goodtime. Dont have to dress, and I believe your motherhas a new suit for me. Pop hated new clothes, as he hated the barber andthe dentist, and mother, who had given his measure tothe tailor, would order three or four suits at a time,and when she thought necessary, would remove theold ones after P
Life, art, and letters of George Inness . , is the sincere wish of youraffectionate father. I have known him to stay in bed as long as two orthree days at a time, writing and thinking, and in an-swer to my solicitations in regard to his health hewould reply: Oh, no, not ill; only resting and having a goodtime. Dont have to dress, and I believe your motherhas a new suit for me. Pop hated new clothes, as he hated the barber andthe dentist, and mother, who had given his measure tothe tailor, would order three or four suits at a time,and when she thought necessary, would remove theold ones after Pop had retired and put new ones intheir place. But try as she might, Pop was ex-tremely careless. He never knew or cared what helooked like. When he was at the zenith of his career, with an in-come of perhaps twenty thousand dollars a year ormore, a fortune in those days, he was walking onecold winter morning down Broadway. He was cladin an old gray ulster. I am sure the buttons wereon, for mother always looked to his grooming before 202. SUCCESS AND RECOGNITION she let him out of the house; how unci-, on this occa-sion the buttonhole on the skirt of the ulster was holding the button at the throat. It was cold, andfather was crouched down in his collar. lie was bentover, as he was very round-shouldered, when a manaccosted him, and in a kindly voice said: My man, would you like to earn a quarter of adollar? Father, who always appreciated a joke, eventhough the shaft were aimed at himself, replied: Yes; I should like to earn a quarter of a dollar. Well, said the man, I m a photographer, and Isee that you have a very remarkable head. If youwill come to my studio and let me take some picturesof you, I will give you twenty-five cents. No, replied Pop, I dont think I will go. Youphotographers generally have your shops at the topof the house, and I am pretty short of wind. Its only four flights up, urged the photogra-pher, and its just around the corner. We will takeit as slowly as yo
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