The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-08-09
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THE UNEXPECTED.

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all. from infancy, when l had French
nurse: in childhood, when l had French
govern ess; through youth, passed IN
French school, to manhood, devoted to
French art. have been French by sympa-
thy and education.
NV sch DOL is the pleiEe-aire, and my mas
ter. could bat find him, Is II. Duchesne.
N. Duche sne has hal pictures IN the salon
for three years, and pictures elsewhere,
eacerIy DO aZht, and yet Paris knows not
Nj. Dglches De. We know his house, his
horse. his carriage, his servants and his
Garden wall but he sees no one, speaks to
no one. In deed he has left Paris for a
time, and We worship afar OF.
I have a s tstch by this master which
treasure ieaI ously--a pencil sketch OF a
great picture yet to come. await 1t.
N. DuchesD paints from De model, and
I paint from [ le model exclusively. 1t Is
the only way o be firm, accurate, true.
Without the NJ odel we may have German
fantasy or Ell Glish domesticity, but no
modern French art.
It is hard, too, to get models continually
when one is but q student after five years.
work, and ones pictures bring francs in
deed. but not dol lars.
Still, there is @ ecrSette!
There, also, we re Emile and Pauline.
But now It is GeoTg cite, and sheis adorable!
IT'S true she HIS not much soul, but
then she has q charming body, and it's
that 1 copy
Georgette and get on together to adj
rniratjOn. How much better is this than
1latrimony for an ar tist! How wise is NJ.
Daudet,
Antoine is my dearest friend. I paint
with him, anG, we are happy. Georgette is
nv dearest mo del. 1 paint from her, and
we are happy.
Into this pc aceful scene comes letter
from America bringing much emotion.
It appears 1 sd a great-Uncle there, IN
some northeast IN corner Of New England.
Maine? No, Va mont.
And it appear 5, strangely enough, that
this northeastern great-uncle was seized in
his old ace with a. passion for French art
at least I know not how else to account
for his hunting me UP through lawyer
and leaving ne Some quarter of a million
when he died
An admirable grDat-uncle!
But must go home and settle the prop
ertv. That is imperative. l must leave
Paris, I must leave Antoine, 1 must leave
GoorCette.
Could anything lie further from Paris
than a town in Vermont? No, not the
Andaman islands
And could anything be further from
Antoine and Ge0rgeUse than the family Of
great cousins / find myself among?
But one of them--ah, heaven! some
forty-seventh cousin, who IS so beautiful
that forget she is an American, l forget
Paris, l forget AntOine-yes, and even
Georgettc. Poor Georaette! But this is
fate.
This cousin is not like the other cousins.
Ipursue, 1 inquire, ! ascertain.
Her name is Mary d. Greenleaf. / shall
call her Marie.
And she comes from Boston.
But beyond the name how can describe
her? l have seen beauty, yes, much
beauty. in maid, matron and model, but /
never saw anything to equal this country
girl What a iguTel
No, not a ''ligurer-the word shames
her She has q body, the body of young
Diana, and body Al I'D q figure are two
very different things l am an artist, and
have lived in Paris, and l know the diff
ference.
The lawyers in Boston can settle that
property, find.
The air is delightful in northern Yer
mont in March. There are mountains,
clouds, trees l viii paint here awhile.
Al. yes, and / viii ASSIST this shy young
soul,
Cousin Marie" say I. 'come, let me
teach you to paintn
1T would be too difficult for you, Mr..
Carpenter-it woulG take too long"
Call me Edouard-' cry. Are we not
cousins? Cousin EGouard, l beg of YOU
And nothing is difficult when you are with
me, Marie, nothing can be too long at your
slider
Thanks, Cousin Edward but / think
will not impose on your good nature. Be
sides, shall not stay here. 90 back to
Boston to my aunt"
lind the air OF Boston Is good in March,
and there are places of interest there, and
rising American artists who deserve en-
couraCement. / viii stay in Boston awhile
to assist the lawyers in settling my proper
ty; it is necessary.
Visit Mare continually. Am I not
cousin?
ItaIk to her Of life. Of art, of Paris, Of
N Duchesne. I show her my precious
sketch
But" says she, q am not wholly a
wood nymph, as you seem fondly to
imagine. / have been TO Paris myself
with my uncle years since"
-'FaiCcst cousin say |. ''if you have not
been even to Boston / should still love youl
Come and see Paris again with me!' And
then she would laugh at me and send me
away. All, yes! 1 had come even to mar
IiaCe, You Seei
soon found she had the usual woman's
faith in those conventions. | gave her
Artists Wives She said she had read
1t. She laughed ut Daudet and me.
talked to her of ruined geniuSes I had
known myself, but she said ruined
genius was no worse than a ruined woman.
One cannot reason with young girls.
DO not believe I succumhsd without a
struggle. I even tore myself away and
went to New York. 1t was not far enough
fear. l soon came back.
She lived with an aunt an adorable little
precision, with a horrible, strong minded
aunt, and such life as led between them
for a whole month.
call continually. I bury her in flowers
! take her 10 the theatre, aunt and all
And at this the aunt seemed greatly sur
prised; but / diSapprove Of American
tamiiSrities. No; my wife-and wife she
must be-shall be treated with puncJilious
respect.
Never was l so laughed At and argued
with in my life as I was laughed at 10y that
dreadful beauty and argued with by that
dreadful aunt.
The only rest was in pictures. Marie
would look AT pictures always, and seemed
TO have a real appreciation Of them. almost
an understanding. Of a sort. So that l be-