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CONVENT AND CONCORD 47
amazed and interested, and his fellow townspeople, con-
trary to the old adage that a prophet is never honored in
his own country, immediately decided that something like
a miracle had happened in their midst, that this young
product of their beloved town was going to be the greatest
sculptor of all ages.
When it was finally decided that he was to go abroad to
pursue his studies, Miss Lucy Barrett tells how she was
busying herself one morning in the dining-room, prepara-
tory to breakfast, when the milkman drove up to the
kitchen door.
‘Hello,’ he cried — he was probably her friend, for all
classes were friends in those days in Concord — and, as
she hurried to the window, ‘Heard the news? You’ll be
interested. Dan French is going to Europe, going down to
Italy — to be an artist.’
How could any young worker fail to ‘ carry on,’ followed
thus by the sympathy and understanding of his towns-
people?
Many of his neighbors, naturally enough, knew nothing
whatever as to sculpture or of any art, but their interest
was undoubted. One of them, a carpenter who had made a
pedestal for him, took great pride in what he was doing,
especially in the fact that he was working for and with his
talented young fellow townsman. After he had brought it
to the studio, and placed upon it the marble head of the
woman for which it had been made, he seemed greatly
impressed with the success of his achievement, stood off
and admired it, and finally said, ‘Well, you know, I must
admit that that head does kind of set off the pedestal —
fine!’
And another one decided, after careful consideration of a
amazed and interested, and his fellow townspeople, con-
trary to the old adage that a prophet is never honored in
his own country, immediately decided that something like
a miracle had happened in their midst, that this young
product of their beloved town was going to be the greatest
sculptor of all ages.
When it was finally decided that he was to go abroad to
pursue his studies, Miss Lucy Barrett tells how she was
busying herself one morning in the dining-room, prepara-
tory to breakfast, when the milkman drove up to the
kitchen door.
‘Hello,’ he cried — he was probably her friend, for all
classes were friends in those days in Concord — and, as
she hurried to the window, ‘Heard the news? You’ll be
interested. Dan French is going to Europe, going down to
Italy — to be an artist.’
How could any young worker fail to ‘ carry on,’ followed
thus by the sympathy and understanding of his towns-
people?
Many of his neighbors, naturally enough, knew nothing
whatever as to sculpture or of any art, but their interest
was undoubted. One of them, a carpenter who had made a
pedestal for him, took great pride in what he was doing,
especially in the fact that he was working for and with his
talented young fellow townsman. After he had brought it
to the studio, and placed upon it the marble head of the
woman for which it had been made, he seemed greatly
impressed with the success of his achievement, stood off
and admired it, and finally said, ‘Well, you know, I must
admit that that head does kind of set off the pedestal —
fine!’
And another one decided, after careful consideration of a