Arizona weekly citizen., 1881-10-16
JOE DAYTON'S MODEL.

Mark you will never find model to illustrate your idea. There's no woman in America with a face beautiful enough to carry out your design
 Joe, I've found her"
 "Where is she%'
 Joe Dayton knocked over the cigar stand and stood up before Mark Hat field
 -She may be in the next room for aught I know. I expect her every mo- meut, and I am sure don't want to frighten her away.
 "N here did yOu find herr"
 "In E -- Square, No. r.
 "Why, that Is Clifton'sr
 Precisely
 "IOu don't mean Isabel Clifton? She is as ugly as a squav.'
 "No, don't mean Bell Clifton. Joe, keep still, 1 hear the door opening He arose quickly and looked with al- most Wumau!sh vanity into a glass, giv- ing hIs long, wavy halr a backward toss, and then ran out. "AL, Miss Clifton, you are very pune tuaL Please walk thIs way. This is my studio, where you are to spend many tedious hours.
 Ilt AtAAA tue AAi0l N4aAf bHCA AuA but entered.
 She was a tall, finely-dressed girl, without tinge of color m her face, save in the curved lips, and with nipples of black hair sweeping back in graceful "bandeaux' from the 4ueenly forehead. But there was all the artist desired great, soulful eyes, and an exquisite regularity and perfection of features.
 "Ay friend and brother artIst. NIT. Dayton, Miss Clifton.
 She turned and scrutinized him with her rlear eyes, and bowed quietly.
 When am i Co begin my wOrkY
 At once, If you are ready, he said, hls impatieuce showing itself plainly Tn the leycrIsh flush on hIs cheeks and the bril- .iaucy m his eyes.
 She went forward with that same quiet air and sat back in the armchair which Mr. Dayton arranged for her, and patiently, without a sIgn of weari- ness, s,bm.tIed to the artists arrange meut of the grace ul folds of the curtain and the turning of her splendid head to enable him Co trace its exquisite out me
 .O1ce when he put his hand beneath ! her chin there came grieved expression about the mouth, and, strange to say, Joe Dayton. who had deiicately stepped uto tue deep recess of the window, and ! yet, man fashion, was watching her all | the while, gave an ottoman furious kick. and frowned like brigand. Then an idea struck him, and he picked up one of Marks pencils from ! the floor and went on sketching for an hour or more, until the lovely model went out with a regal sweep of her plain black dress.
 "Where on earth did you find her, " said Joe
 q told you-at CIfton's." And ! suppose you are in love with herr
 My dear boy. she has not dime to 1 bless herself, or why should she come | here She Is a sort of nursery govern | ess to her cOusIns, the young ChftOns | I'm not a marrying man. IT was, l : should make advance to some one like the lair Isabel, who has dollars enough Co hide any little lmperfections of fea- tures she may have
 h'm 1 suppose you will be around there tonight
 Without fail
 The house of the ChftOns was quite up town, and was wonder of elegance and taste, for Mamma Clifton, in spite of many rumors of limited means, whIct might or might not be true, managed tc keep up an astonishing display. and con seoueutiy there was a crowd of pleasure seekers ever ready to respond tO even ths shadow Of an invitation. There were yery few present on this evening, but Isabel. the oldest, and by enemies styled the prop of the failing house, was in e1 celleut humOr. and came forward ana with good grace greeted the artist friendl without distinction, although one nun Der, q uis wealth by thousands and thu other by pennies. Mamma Clifton va radiant. There was a Dlg, brOnzed-fece' old fellow, with heavy tread and volc like small thunder, who was lowed alOni bv this good lady, like man-Oi-war or wheezy. pulling tug boat, and who lOoke' quite as uncomfortable as his cOnduc tress did happy.
 MT. DaytOn, my brother, Captai Clifton. MT. Hatfield. Captain Clifton