the artist of the beautiful

THE ARTIST OF THE BEAUTIFULAn elderly man, with his pretty daughter on his arm, was passingalong the street, and emerged from the gloom of the cloudyevening into the light that fell across the pavement from thewindow of a small shop. It was a projecting window; and on theinside were suspended a variety of watches, pinchbeck, silver,and one or two of gold, all with their faces turned from the...