Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1885-11-26

minutes we were IN fun swing Of con-
versaiion.
The moment my oyos fell upon tho
Young man had noticed howlsingular-
" handsome no was. Charles Carris-
ton-for this found afterward 10 be
his name was about twenty-five years
of age. He was tall. but slightly built,
his whole bearing and figure being re-
markably elegant and graceful He
looked even more than genuemanly-
he looked distinguished. His face was
pale, its features well cut straight and
regular His forehead spoke of high
intellectual qualities, and there was
somewhat oi chat Development over the
eyebrows which phrenologists, ibelieve,
consider rs evidence of the possession Of
Imagination. The general expression
OF his face was one of ser BUSINESS, II
not sadness, and its refined beauty was
heightened by a pair Of soft, dark,
drcamy-looking eyes.
IL only remains TO add that, from his
attire. Judged him to be an artist = a
professional artist to the backbone. In
the course of conversation | showed
him how had classified HIN. lIe
smiled.
II am only an amateur he said;
IAN idle man, nothing more - and
youp"
"Alasl / am doctor"
"rhen we shall not have 10 answer
for our sins in painting to each other Z"
We talked on pleasantly until our
bodily wants were satisfied bv the good
fare placed before us. Then came that
pleasant craving for tobacco which,
after a good meal, is natural 10 a we'll
regulated digestion.
"Shall we go and smoke outsider"
said Carriston. 1.-The night is deli
cious."
We went ont and sat on one Of the
wooden benches. As my new friend
said, the night was delicious There
was scarcely a breath OF air moving.
The stars and the moon shone brightly,
and the rash Of the not far distant
stream came TO us with q soothing
murmur. Near us were three or four
jovial young artists. They were in a
merry mood; one OF them had that day
sold picture 10 a tourist. We listened
to Their banter until, most likely grow
ing thirsty, they re-entercd the inn.
Carriston had said little since we had
been out of-doors. lie smoked his
cigar placidly and gazed up at the
skies. With the white moonlight fall
ing ON his strikingly beautiful face
the graceful pose into which he fell
he seemed TO me the embodiment Of
poetry. lie paid no heed to the merry
talk OF the artists. which so much
amused mc-indeed, l doubted Il he
heard their voices.
Yet he must have done so, for as soon
as they had left us he came out of his
reverie.
Z" II must be very nice" he said. ito
have to make ones living by Art"
" Nice for those who can make
livings by il, Ianswe.ed.
"Ail can do that who are worth II.
The day Of neglected genius is gone
by. Muller was the last sufferer, ]
think and he died young"
IF you are so sanguine, why not
try your own luck at itP''
IL would, but unfortunately l am a
rich man."
laughed at this misplaced regret.
Then Carriston. in the most simple
way. told me a good deal about him.
self lie was an orphan. an only
child. He had already ample means;
but Fortune had still favors in store for
I'M. At the death of his uncle, now
an aged man, he must succeed to a
large estate and baronetcy. The
natural, unaffected way in which he
made these condolences, moreover
made them not. knew, from any wish
to increase his importance in my eyes,
greatly impressed me. By the time we
parted for the night had grown much
interested in my new acquaintance-an
interest not untinged by envy. Young,
handsome, rich, Tree to come or go.
work or play as he listed! Happy Car
ristoni