Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1885-12-20
.4aarONS EFFECTS.
a cnnrsrMAs ARTICLE
BY HELEN CAMPBELL,


''SiNulo uhy, anu Nlle idob VhlAvi ia"
turned away with backward glance at
the fascinating effects of light and color,
all the more seductive for the gray clouds
lowering without aud the stray snowflake,
ayant courier of the coming storm. The
building held many more Imposing
studios. In fact, when one Analysed the
combination IL resolved itself with one OF
two exceptions into exceeding simple
materials The cabinet from which the
old china looked out had begun life as
the top Of IN ancient secretary, whose
brass handles and scutchoons cleaned
from another corner, Us background ol
Spanish leather and the Algerian scarf at
The end softening any hard line and max.
ing Ii no companion for the Louis
Quinzo table beyond. The Chinese man
darins that had nodded to these genera.
lions Of Whartons still made obeisanco
TO this last representative of the old name,
and the SILVER candlestlcks in which the
wax candles burned with a soft radiance
had been their companions from the be-
ginning. Like other old houses in sea
port towns, the Wharton house had been
more OF less OF a museum, and the distant
cousin into whose hands the property had
come, and who had small respect for the
rubbish that appeared to him to ill every
corner, allowed the indignant young
artist to rescue such treasures as she
chose before selling Of everything and
starting afresh.
"To think OF the Wharton parlors with
lowered carpets and green rep sets" she
had said in a fury of inward indignation
against the couocast, VINO was simply a
prosperous dealer IN leather, and had
neither sentiment nor any pcrccptiblc
family pride al wonder Aunt Ncrenn
doesn't turn In her grave, poor soul She
knew II would all have to go, but she
never dreamed howl"
"Neyer mind. There has 10 he fresh
start about once In nfty years. her com
paniou said phlosophically, "You'll
build up the Old name and found the
family over again. What 20 It is that
Pm Wharton, too, though not a soul at
home has been able TO work out any con
ne0tiOn between u.s.
Gan the BETTER" Miss Wharton said.
"Cousins hayen't any right to marry.
Now, reach down that South Sea islands
idol, that has grinncd at me ever since |
can remember, and that Is all | can take.
Pompey Is packing everything, and would
include himself joyfully if was only a
blOated bondhOldcr and could pay his
wages. | believe shall he some day,
and II Pm not you win be, which viii
amount to the same thing. oh, must
have that old chest, the Norwegian linen
chest that Grandfather LCnnOX brought
home fifty years ago. Oak, you see,
black with age, and think how they
worked IL! The carving Is line almost as
Chinese puzzle. OH JOhnn
"COmo away John said, rolcntcssly
"Nou'vC taken more now than two studios
will hold, aud the cousin begins TO look
melancholy. Come away"
"Nol without the chest" Miss Wharton
said, and to-day the chest had the place
Of honor, mass of bright drapcry thrown
over one end, and the complicated lock
shining from the dark wood. The key
was not in II, and Mrs. Roosevelt had
tagged secretly and in vain at the lid, her
mission In life having resolved Itself into
finding out what lay behind and under
everything. The studio was n mystery
since Miss Vincent had joined forces
with her Old companion In the three years
abroad, and the two were known TO keen
house in the rooms, which gave no token
OF such uses Miss Wharton smiled pr-
vately as she saw Mrs Rooseyclt's fmliye
attempt at investigation,
"Things are not what they SEEM she
murmured TO the friend near her. "That's
the third time she has tried to Opca that
chest. What would she sag Il She knew
ts conteutsS"
"Hush!' the friend said softly, and
watched her with serious, inquiring eyes
rs Mrs, Roosevelt ended her vouble.
"Chnrming delightful | really cannot
imagine how you manage. Nobody would
ever know. 1t must be great iunn
Miss Wharton only smiled. The family
scli-posSession was hers in full, and
daUuted even Mrs. Roosevelt who felt
that an artist should have no reserves,
and complained bitterly OF her want of
confidence.
"Great fun" Miss Wharton repeated
when the door closed. eyes, Of course.
it's great fun What else could it he
when everything Is something else and
iun Is q perpetual transformation scene?
But these Fridays are really wearing me
out. Il takes all my time to preserve the
ham0nies, and I'm so busy keeping up
the proper effects that haven't time for
anything else
care you comiortable?" said tho friend,
quietly, a dark-cyod, serious woman, who
had known her mother and transferred
the interest to the daughter.
"Ask my partner. She Is burning To
answer YOU Miss Wharton said. after a
moment, in which she laughed softly.
"Comiortahle! What has an artist to
do With comfort2" cried the partner. who
had thrown herself down on nObby but
effective diyun in recess, and was look.
Ing mtently At them both.
"Thc profession would 20 under, be
extinct, II one among our tribe of begin.
ners dared 20 be comfortable. II is our
business to drink ten from tumbler and
coffee from mug, and cat from every
type OF dish never designed for the pur.
pose. It's our business to sit M nights
in order 70 produce effects, and have your
store closet In paper bags under the
diYan, and our pots and pans On sccre-
tary drawer, and our WashboWl and
pitcher 10 Chinese cabinet, aud our coal
where do you suppose We keep n,
coal f''
'Pm sure | don't know Mrs. Arnold
said heiplessly after an lnqulring LOOK
around, sunless Il is In the bottom drawer
OF the secretary. II seems 10 ba deep
and that Is the only place IN tho room
can think Of II would hold o good deal VI
~ wonder wc hadn't tried it,n Mis-.
Wharton said rcdeotlycly "Itmast have
been because OF prescniimcnt That va
should pun on the handles opening Il n
we ala. Nos guess again.
"My dear! You can't moan that you
keep i IN that beautiful chcslu Mrs
Arnold's voice was almost 20 wall
"And that drapery and al! 10 must tax,
one persons time toauaugc those folds. q
HENactly,n said Miss Vincent tut