Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1879-02-07
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llarper's Weekly
"Gwendolen Y from Mrs. Olivia Glen
moreand's studio.
Jessie! !" from Mr.. Gerald Glenmore-
lands studio.
Eyes, ma'am-yes, sin" from the
pretty little maid coming up the stairs.
She stops moment when She reaches
the landing, as though considering
which summons to answer first, and rs
she pauses, handsome young man
leans over the bal9ster and looks down
upon her, and is he looks he thinks
that never ga2ed he upon u prettier pie
ture.
A slight, graceful young girl, with
serious dark eyes, delicate cut features,
clear pale face, and light wavv brown
hair, showing little specks Of gold us the
sunlight falls through the hall window
upon it, parted simply onthc low broad
brow and ripping away behind the love-
ly ears until lost in the heavy Grecian
coil at the back Of the small round head,
III closely clinging dress of some soft
dark material, with Il knot of garnet
ribbon ut the throat, and sister knot
on each lacetrlmmed pocket of the dain-
~ white apron.
ooh say, Browneves, hc calls out
cheerilv, as the girl, becoming conSci-
Gus of his presence, looks up with Il
smile, "will you pose for me-"
"As soon as | can. MIR Deuys," She
replies in voice softer and sweeter,
but as frank and CHEEKY as his own.
"Gour father and mother have both
called me. ! must attend to them
first" And us the handsome head is
withdrawn, she enters tie room on the
right, which one can see at q glance, is
the den Of sculptor, and II sculptor
who, if it be true that good order is the
foundation ofall good things" can never
hope to attain any wondrous height in
his profession. Hall-hnished statuettes
and bustS. dilapidatcd arms, legs and
torsos in clay, plaster and marble, are
standing and lying about in the greatest
confusion. Over Shakespearc's dome
like forehead droops broad-brimmed
hat; from the throat of dancing faun
stream the long ends of Il silken neck
tie and tower-girl offers with her
flowers q pair Of crumpled kid-g gloves
and soiled collar. The sculptor him
self-an odd-ooking man with wildish
black eyes, and massive bead covered
with tangled mass Of the darkest
curls, gray thread cleaning here and
there-attlred in blouse, the back Of
which alone gives hint Of its original
color, is regarding with critical gaze u
halfmodeled bust on the table before
him, which III turn regards him with
the blank stare peculiar to its kind
"Ah there you are" he says. APP
provingly, as Jessie comes quietly in.
1T IS well. ! want your nose, my
child. Ills just the nose for Elaine
Couldn't find better if | searched the
wide world DER. Stand over there by
Hercules-that's dear-and look at
Mephistopheles." And he commenced
ina strong if not altogether musical
voice the Gold Song" from Faust, as
the voice from the opposite room calls
again, "Gwendolen Y
Can you spare my nose little
while, sir?' asks the model, still looking
steadily at the grinning tempter in the
corner, but with a CLEAN OF mischief III
her bonnie brown eyes. Mrs. Glen
moreland is calling"
"Oh ah, yes. Gwendolen" working
away. How long have you been
Gwendolen?"
For two years past, sir. Ever since
my mistress began the Princess and the
Dairy Maid May / 60, sir? . still, best
of models, with her eyes fixed on the
fend.
"You may; but come back soon; for
kings may die and emperors lose their
crowns, but art is deathless, and forever
reigns.
Eyes, sir" assents Jessie, demurely,
and trips away.
Mrs. Glenmoreland, sitting before her
desk, on which is piled many sheets Of
paper covered with eye-exasperating
chirography, her right hand nervously
wavins her pen about, her left grasping
her fluffy fair hair, to its great derange-
ment, allows the wrinkle of perplexed
thought on her brow to melt away as
the pretty girl appears.
'Gwendolen, my dear, she exclaims,
turning suddenly toward her, and
thereby scattering the pile OF manu-
script in every direction, u want your
ear. She has the most correct EN-, =
this to an elderly lady who is sewing IN
dustriously by small workable in
the center Of theroom. Now my prose
j excellent, and my poetry not bad
70 lam told; but sometimes my rhymes
don't rhyme exactly, and that sort Of
thing is only allowed to the very great
ct Of poets. m introducing battle
song in my novelette,, and I'm in doubt
about 'hurrah' and 'war'-'rah' and
val Are they twins, Or are they not,
GYendolen."
But before GRendolen, who i upon