Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1889-11-02
Joe Dayton's Model.

to illustrate your idea. There's II,
woman in America with a face beauti
full enough to carry out design"
"Joe, I've found her.
"Where is She"
Joe Dayton knocked over his cigar
stand and stood up before Mark Hat
field.
"She may be in the next room fol
aught | know. | expect her every
moment, and | am sure | don't wan
to brighten her away"
"Where did you find her"
"In A-square. No. r."
"Why, that is Cliffton's!"
"Preciselyp
"You don't mean Isabel Clifton
She is as ugly as a squaw."
"No, l don't mean Bell Clifton
Joe, keep still: I hear the door open.
ing.
He arose quickly and looked with
almost womanly vanity into the glass
giving his long, wavy hair backward
toss, and then ran out.
"Ah, Miss Clifton You are very
punctual. Please walk this way. This
is my studio, where you are to spend
many tedious hours. He held the
door wide open and she entered.
She was a tall, finely dressed girl
without a tinge of color in her face,
save in the curved lips, and with rip
pies of black hair sweeping back in
graceful baadeaalr from the queenly
forehead. But there was all the ar
fist desired-great, soulful eyes, and
an exquisite regularity and perfection
of features.
"My friend and brother artist, Mr.
Dayton, Miss Clifton"
She turned and scrutinized him with
her clear eyes, and bowed quietly.
AT once if you are ready, he said
with his Impotence showing itself
plainly in the feverish flush ON his
cheek and brilliancy in his eyes.
She went forward with the same
quiet air, and sat back in the arm.
chair which Mr.. Dayton had arranged
for her, and patiently, without a sign
of WEAKNESS, submitted to the artists
arrangement of the graceful folds OF
the curtain and the turning of hel
splendid head to enable him to trace
the exquisite outline.
Once, when he put his hand be.
meath her chin, there came a grieved
expression about the mouth, and
strange to say, Joe Dayton, who had
delicately stepped into the deep recess
of the window, and yet, man-fashion
was watching her all the while, gave
an ottoman furious kick and frowned
like q brigand.
Then an idea struck him, and he
picked up one of Marks pencils from
the floor, and went to sketching for III
hour or more, until the lovely mode
went out with a regal sweep of hel
plain black dress.
"When on earth did you find her?'
said Joe.
81 told you-at Cliffton's."
"And | suppose you are in love with
herr"
"My dear boy, she has not dime tC
bless herself, or why should she como
here? She's sort Of nursery governes.
to her cousins, the young Cliffton's
I'm not marrying-man. If | was,
should make advances to some one lik,
the fair Isabel, who has dollars enough
to hide any little imperfections of fea
ture she may have"
"H'ml suppose you will be arount
there to night"
"Without fail"
The home of the Clifftons was quite
uptown, and was a wonder of elegance
and taste, for Mamma Clifton, in spite
of many rumors of limited means
which might or might not not be true
managed to keep up an astonishing
display, and consequently there was {
crowd of pleasure-seekers ever read,
to respond to even the shadow of al
invitation. There were very few pre-
sent on this evening, but Isabel, the
oldest and by enemies maliciously styled
the prop of the falling house, was il
excellent humor, and came forward
with good grace and greeted the arts
friends without distinction, although
one numbered his wealth by the thou
sands and the other by pennies
Mamma Clifton was radiant. There
was big bronzed-faced old fellow, witt
heavy tread and voice of small
thunder, who was towed along by hi
lady, like a man-of-war by a weary
putting tugboat. and who looked quit
as uncomfortable as he did happy.
"Mr. Dayton, my brother, Captain
Clifton Mr.. Hatfield, Captain Cliff
ton. These are our promising arts
friends of whom we have spoken
EYES," growled the old fellow, &
remember. "Are you making you
! fortunes 81"