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save fetch and carry water and wood | the people of the interior. Their manand prepare their own food. Their ners and customs are identically the parents and friends can only see them same as they were when the first white three or four times a year, and it is on men landed on the Gold Coast nearly these occasions that any Krobo bache- five centuries ago, and though Ashantis lor seeking a wife accompanies the and tribes further inland may be seen families to that part of the mountain wearing Manchester cottons and decreserved exclusively to the girls, and orating their mud huts with gaudy makes his choice. If the girl be of a pictures of the Crucitixion and Resurmarriageable age, the dower is at once rection, the ordinary life of these sav. paid, and the wedding takes place as ages has not been modified or improved soon as convenient; but should the ob- in any perceptible degree. It is not inject of the man's choice be too young, deed to be expected that, among beings she will be “sealed” to him, and he so ultra-conservative as the African will have the privilege of paying for negro, abominable practices which have her maintenance on the mountain until been religiously observed for thousands such time as she leaves it to become of years could be eradicated by the one of his wives.

mere fact of making them criminal. This ceremony is only one of the four

HESKETH J. BELL. great "customs which take place annually on the Fetish-Mountain ; the Note by the Author. This paper was others, known as the Kotoclo, Nadu, written a few months ago on the Gold and Kokonadu, are reported to be much Coast. Since then, King Sakitti lavless harmless in character. Fetish cus- ing died somewhat suddenly, an intoms and practices are hedged in with quiry was made by the government into so much secrecy and mystery that many the nature of the Krobo Fetish cuscriminal and atrocious acts are prohably toms, more especially as regarded the committed which are never brought to Kotoclo, the Nadu, and the Kokonadu. the notice of the government.

This inquiry resulted in the discovThe British settlements on the Gold ery that the customs were attended Coast are almost entirely confined to a by all kinds of atrocities, the Kotoclo narrow strip of land running along the especially being characterized by luseaboard. District commissioners and man sacrifices on a considerable scale. other officials are stationed at all the In last October the Krobo Mountain principal points, and in the large was taken possession of by the colonial towns on the coast line life and prop- troops, and the Fetish houses, on being erty are as secure as they are in En- ransacked, were found to contain enorgland. The natives inhabiting the mous numbers of human skulls, thigh immediate neighborhood of the official bones, and other evidences of barbarsettlements are being slowly but grad- ous rites. Four Kroboes, convicted of ually improved by education, and also participating in a human sacrifice, were perhaps in a slight degree by example. hanged by the colonial authorities in Owing to many reasons, however, and the presence of the whole tribe. The principally on account of the extreme Fetish houses have all been burned, unhealthiness of the interior, only a together with their gruesome contents ; very small number of Europeans have participation in any of the Krobo cusmade settlements at any distance from toms has been prohibited by law, inthe seaboard, and although the govern- cluding even that of the Otufo ; the ment has imposed its authority in a girls' villages on the mountain have remarkable manner on all those tribes been destroyed, and a Christian king inhabiting the regions included in the has been nominated by the government Protectorate, there is hardly any direct as a successor to the late Sakitti. influence of European civilization on

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From Blackwood's Magazine. could aid her, materially and without A TALE OF TWO STUDIOS.

offence. He was a man of small but “ The craft that createth a semblance and mocketh sufficient fortune, who had followed no the heart's desire."

profession, but had given his life to the

pursuit of art, not as a means but as an MRS. PALGRAVE had won a great end in itself. He had studied hard, as share of the world's regard. Well born a young man, but had early convinced and highly accomplished, she had been himself that he was lacking in the manearly left a widow, in poor circum- ual skill to produce great work; and stances, with one child - a boy. She with the renunciation of which his had many friends, but from friends it nature again showed itself capable in is hard to accept the necessaries of life, the matter of his love, he had practi. be they never so freely offered. One cally abandoned all effort of production, friend there was who would fain have and contented himself with adding to given her his all — one who had loved his great stores of knowledge, and in her almost from her childhood, - loved studying the elementary principles of without hope.

art until they began to assume for him It was to the credit of both of them the exactness of a science. In the that she had succeeded in keeping his whole art world no opinion was more friendship even while she gave her valued than that of George Heaton, no heart to a man whom she knew to be judgment was given with a graver less worthy than he, but whom, never- sense of responsibility nor with more theless, she loved. For hers was the perfect honesty. When, therefore, he fervid nature in which the heart and began to speak of Mrs. Palgrave as a not the head is leader,

sculptor whose work merited attention, When Mr. Palgrave died he took her fame and her fortune - so far as with him to the grave the love of the fortune can be made by any ordinary woman whom he had worshipped and success in art

She in ill-used. For a while George Heaton, no way belied his praise ; for so soon Florence Palgrave's best friend, had as her affairs had been put in some hoped that his strong, patient affection order after her husband's death, she would be rewarded. He had hovered set herself to a severe course of work near her, helping her with good coun- for two years or so at the study of sel, and in every possible way lighten- structural form, and thus laying a solid ing her burdens. By degrees he grew foundation for the skill and manipulato perceive that her heart was buried tion which previous practice had given with the man whose love had been so ber, was competent to execute the unlike the steady, helpful love which orders which Heaton's commendation he bore her ; but none the less, while brought plentifully to her. Her works he accepted his situation with sad cour-were in many of the best houses of age, did he continue his friendship and England, her name mentioned his support. Nor, though she could among the leading artists, and in socinot love him as she wished, did she failety she was spoken of with an affecto appreciate his untiring service, to tionate admiration as a woman of its admire his great qualities, and to rever- own set, to whom circumstances, at the ence his judgment. So that her affec- first, had been adverse, but who had tion for him grew to be a scarcely less conquered them all, not by the charm earnest feeling than her love of her of person, with which nature had plendead husband, only it was different, tifully endowed her, but by the power it was less selfish ; it was, in truth, a of her genius, which had placed her higher feeling ; and, such as it was, he high among contemporary sculptors. accepted it with gratitude, and took it as his mission to watch over her and be by her side in all difficulties.

The light in the studio was growing Happily he had a means by which hel very dim. The bronzes stood out like

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black guardians, and the marbles and “ The praise of fools !” she cried plaster figures were ghostly. The men bitterly. “Oh, George, I am so sick of who worked on the marble had gone it. I get their praise, and I get their home, and the measuring-bow and the money, and I am grateful for it. I am chisels were laid aside ; but Mrs. Pal- grateful to you, my dear friend, for it grave's fingers still flew feverishly over - for it is to you that I owe it all ; but the shaping mass of clay before her, as it would be ten times more grateful to if she feared to lose a moment of the me to hear once from your lips that I remaining daylight. George Heaton had done good work." stood near her, watching her with eyes “ But you have. I tell you now,

and of grave affection, as she worked. The always. You do do good work." dark braids of her hair showed few “Oh, good work, yes — good in its lines of silver where the small widow's way, I suppose ; but great work, never. cap did not cover them. Her cheeks Can I never do great work ?were still aglow with the light of young Florence, you surprise me so much ! health, and her beautiful dark eyes I had always thought that you were with the fire of eager purpose. George pleased, satisfied, with your success.' Heaton, with his strongly cut, com- “ Again my success! Oh, George, posed face and grizzled beard, looked no. I have kept it so long to myself, nearly a score of years her senior, for I felt it ungrateful to you to comthough he was so but by half that num- plain, owing everything, as I do, to ber.

you. But it withers me with self-con“ You are clever," he said at length tempt when these people praise me admiringly.

those who know nothing ; while you ! “ Clever!” she echoed, and a note - yes, you praise – you praise my clerthat was almost a cry of pain sounded erness.in her voice. “ Clever! What is it to Heaton was sore put to it, but his be clever ? A monkey is that." loyalty to her and his own best self

She laid down her modelling-tool, forbade bim to delude with a lie the and with tears standing in her dark, woman he loved. passionate eyes looked up at him.

“ Shall I never do anything great ?” For him, he was so greatly surprised she asked, as he was silent - and gazed at the effect upon her of his remark into his eyes, as a prisoner into the that he was unable to reply for a mo- eyes of his judge. ment.

“Florence,” he said tenderly, “I said you are clever,” he repeated you, a sculptor and a woman - one,

“ clever. I was admiring your clev- therefore, who looks sometimes in her erness."

glass — ask me this question seriously? “Yes,” she said impatiently. “Yes, Or, rather, can your glass not answer you always tell me I am clever. Will that question for you ? God gives but you never have anything to tell me but very few of us so many gifts as he has That ?"

given you. You have all the quickness “What is your meaning, Florence ?” of apprehension, all the manual dexhe asked. “Surely you are not dissat- terity, for a great artist, besides all isfied with what I say, - with your your social and personal gifts. But work, with your success ?"

this great creative faculty — look in “My success !” she echoed, with a your glass and ask it — does that conmocking laugh. “Success do you call sist with the quickness which every

line and feature of your face shows so “Well, but, my friend, see – is it vividly, and which makes its charm ? not success ? Have you not orders Do you not know that creation resides more than you can execute ? Have in those slow rounded forms which lack you not fame — praise ? "

the qualities which light your face ? “ Praise whose praise ?"

You have the love, the instinct, the • Universal praise.”

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but the creation How few have sweet, strony nature, loving his mother ever had it! Above all, how few with all his heart, and with a deeply of your sex - in its highest sense ! rooted faith and pride in her gepius. Sappho, perhaps, alone - and she is Gerald had been hiome about a fortlittle more to us than a myth. Forgive night when next George Heaton called mie, dear, if I pain you. But you at the studio. Mrs. Palgrave met wanted the truth, did you not ?" Heaton with slight embarrassment in

Yes,” she said slowly. “Yes, her greeting. “ Forgive me, dear old yes,” she repeated again. "I wanted friend," she whispered to him, "for the truth.” And she threw her mod- the manner of our last parting." His elling-tool from her upon the floor, brown cheek flushed at her words, and and, rising, left him alone in the dim the pressure of his hand spoke the fulstudio.

ness of his pardon. Then he turned “ By heaven !” he exclaimed to him- to Gerald. " What !” he exclaimed, self, “ is it well to tell the truth? Is it as the boy came to him with hands worth the pain ? "

white with clay. “ Have you turned sculptor too ?

Gerald shook his head and laughed. For a whole week Mrs. Palgrave did “ I am afraid he is not exactly what we not come to the studio. The workmen should call artistic, are you, Gerald ?” who chipped at the marble had never his mother said, joining in his laugh. known her so long away. But they “Not much. It's jolly stuff to mudwere quite competent to progress with dle with, though.”' their work in her absence, and gave Heaton examined Mrs. Palgrave's themselves the explanation that her work, and spoke encouragingly of its boy had just returned from Eton for progress since he had last seen it. his holidays.

Then, as she resumed it, he strolled The intensity of her affection for this across the studio to watch the marble boy sometimes almost frightened her. work. In so doing he stopped before Her tierce pagan love of his father the turntable at which Gerald was seemed to have burnt itself down into amusing himself, and gave an exclamathe purer but scarcely less deep mater- tion which made Mrs. Palgrave look nal affection. In the boy she saw all up. the lovableness of her husband's na- “Did you do that ?he asked the ture, but (yet, at least) none of his boy. vices. Gerald resembled his father · Yes ; it's Gunn'cutting.'” rather than his mother, in facc as in “Who? Doing what? It's cricket, disposition, with feelings slumbering isn't it?” deep and hot under a calm surface. • Yes ; Gunn, you know, "cutting.' She had watched the boy grow in men- Oh, I say, you don't mean to say you tal and physical stature with something don't know who Gunn is ?” of the delight, ten times intensified, of “No," Heaton said. “I'm ashamed her pleasure in her artistic productions. to say I don't.” Her pride in him was so great that she Why, he had the head average in felt that all the best of her own being Notts, all but Shrewsbury." was wrapped in him, and she feared “I didn't even know that Shrewsbury lest God should punish her for her too was in Notts,” Heaton replied helpgreat love by taking him from her, as lessly ; “but tell me, did you do this he had taken her husband.

thing — all alone ?But no such calamity befell, and now Mrs. Palgrave had laid down her he had come back to her from school modelling-tool, and was looking up, for a while, a tall, strong lad in his six- amazed at Heaton's tone. Any possiteenth year. All the fifteen years of ble amusement at the colloquy between his life she had done her best to spoil Heaton and the boy was lost in this him, but still he was unspoiled — a surprise. She knew so well his ordi

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nary tone of charitable tolerance in art Then Mrs. Palgrave laughed, a little matters — she had felt its sting so often. forcedly. 6 What an absurd idea it is ! This tone was quite different- one she The sort of thing a boy would choose to did not know.

model. Ah, what Philistines they are!” “ Yes, I did it, of course," Gerald There was something in her tone said, in answer to his question he too which jarred upon Heaton. He could looking up, surprised.

not analyze it, but he was conscious of Heaton was about to speak when his it; and when Gerald came back he took ylance chanced to light on the face he his leave, and went away whistling knew and loved so well. He looked softly, which was his habitual aid to with a swift study at it, and the words meditation. he was about to speak died on his lips. Ten days later he chanced to meet He said nothing, and the boy went on Gerald, and asked, Well, how is the with his cricketer. After watching him cricketer getting on ?” a few seconds longer Heaton went to “Oh," the boy said, “I have not the marble-workers,

been working at him any more. Mother “I say, Mr. Heaton," Gerald called does not care for me being much in the out directly, “you don't know, I sup- studio. She says it distracts her from pose, whether Gunn generally wears her work." two gloves or one ?"

“Unfortunately,” he said, “I have not the honor of Mr. Gunn's acquaint- GERALD had been back at school

some while when George Heaton, after “No; but you might have known a prolonged period of meditative whisthat, I should have thought, all the tling, made his way one day to Mrs. same," said Gerald reproachfully. Palgrave's familiar studio.

She was “Wait ; I think there's a picture of just finishing work for the day, and led him in the Badminton cricket-book. him with her to the drawing-room and I'll go and look.''

to five-o'clock tea. After a little talk “ Florence,” Heaton said, coming there fell a pause; and then Heaton, across the studio to her as Gerald left with masculine abruptness, asked : it, “ the boy has power.

“Have you settled definitely at all seen his work? — it has 'go.'”

on Gerald's profession ?” “No,” she said, rising; “let me I want him to choose his own line," look at it. I have not seen it - only Mrs. Palgrave said. “I believe he is just glanced at it.” Her voice sounded inclined to the bar.” strangely, both to Heaton and to her- “Don't you think,” Heaton said self. She, too, had found a new tone rather confusedly — “don't you think to-day.

you ought to give him a chance ?" She looked at the boy's work in si

" A chance ?" lence. “Well ? " Heaton said.

“At that," he explained shortly, “ Well," she echoed. “ Is it good, nodding his head towards one of Mrs. do you think ?"

Palgrave's own works standing in an “Why, there is life in it - it moves,” alcove. he answered, almost as if irritated by “At sculpting!” she exclaimed, her lack of appreciation. “Don't you flushing a little and laughing. “Oh, I see? Look at the lines. Is there one don't think he has the slightest turn you could alter, or that I could wish that way.” altered ?"

“Ah, I fancied he had,” Heaton said “ Look at the right leg.”

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“Oh, you mean that ridiculous crickanatomy is impossible. How could it eter! He has done nothing since." be otherwise ? There is absolutely no " He told me that you said — that he knowledge. But there is something thought — his presence in the studio better."

distracted you."

Have you

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