Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1890-08-16

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Yes. Why notp" said the young
artist. You have so continually
dinned into my ears the depravity OF
the professional model; you have told
my wife stories enough of young paint
ers who have been lured into perdition
by the wiles of the Jezebels who sit TO
them to upset any woman who had not
Serphina's sense and confidence; and
so, rs | haven't risen high enough In
my profession TO have duchesses, and
mayoresses, aud millionaircs' wives for
my models, I've had occurs to my
own servants"
"I'm amazed and Disguised beyond
expression!" said Mrs. McLatchet.
lyon will fill the heads of these
ignorant girls with ideas which have
no right to be In them, and make them
think that because you paint them and
there's a chance of their portraits ap
pearing on the academy walls they
must be beauties. | can only say that
| should be very sorry for my Hamisb
to stoop so low as to paint his own ser.
wants. have seen his 'Rosalind,' and
to turn from It's grace and refinement
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two wcnches is sad pathos."
Payne Grey smiled and for two
pence he would have bundled his
mother-in-law. glasses and all, out al
the door and down the stairs in very
quick time-a feeling which. by his
manner he pretty clearly expressed.
The public crowded in to see the
pictures of the year at the academy
exhibition. Both Payne Grey's Evil.
lage Festival" and Hamish McLatchet's
"Rosalind in Arden" had been honored
by having been hung on the line, and
public had taken a fancy to both Of
them, for they were surrounded by ?
crowd from opening to closing time.
Mrs. McLatchet was annoyed beyond
expression at Payne Grey's success, but
to some degree consoled by the sensa
ton which the beauty and grace OF
Rosalind had made. People were
dying, they said, TO know where Mr..
McLatchet had found his model.
MY son." Mrs. McLatchet would
reply, does not employ models in the
common sense of the term. His last
picture, Dido at Carthage contained
the portrait of Lady Ring-Trotter; and
know that he was going TO introduce
Lady Windmills into his picture this
year, but she was unfortunately I'M
able to sit for him."
Aud 70 by degrees a resemblance
was discovered by the really knowing
ones between McLatchet's Rosalind
and half a dozen ladies of rank and
fashion; and, although the artist said
nothing about the matter, his mother
soon got iuto the habit Of informing
her qurstioners that the original Of
Rosalind was, she imagined. a young
lady who would shortly make a sensa-
ton 10y her beauty in society.
Both pictures were sold, strange TO
say, to the same collector. and when
the exhibition closed they were re-
turned to the studios for n short time
ia order that certain blemishes pointed
out by the press and public opinion,
might be toned down.
$50 you've sold your servants hall
ladies, PayneY" she said.
Yes, mother, and Hamish has sold
his 'Rosalind' to the same man." he re-
piled.
well. of course be sold his" said
Mrs. McLatchet. Il never feared
otherwise. No one could look at
'Rosalind' without falling in love with
her"
The next morning Payne Grey and
his wife went over to Hamish Nc
Latchet's studio. Some twenty or
thirty people were there assembled,
aud among them of course. was Mrs.
McLatchet, who was the most gorgeous
figure in the room.
The company was gathered around
the picture, aud during a temporary
absence of her son Mrs. McLatchet was
expatiating on its particular excellence.
My son can not and will not paint
common people, she saba thrust at
Payne Grey. which made hat young
gentleman give his wife u nudge.
Far be it, however, from me to blow
my own sons trumpet. but the pre-
yailing characteristic of this figure to
me is refinement. Rosalind. of course,
was a dukes daughter, and gentle
blood and gentle breeding are ex-
pressed on every line of this face.
Note the nobility of the brow for in
stance; the refined curve of the upper
lip, the delicacy OF the skin, and that
careless grace of pose which no COM
mon painters model can assume or
can be taught to assume but which is
the birthright of the gentle born"
A murmur of acquiesence followed
this eulogium; those who were not
very gentle born sighed in hopeless adj
miration. and those who considered
themselves and were considered to be
so nodded and put on their eyeglasses
and said: Very true!"
Presently Hamish McLatchet re.
appeared and behind him came Payne
Crews two servants, Miss Gwendolen
Smith and Miss Araminta Hugs, who
modestly took up their positions in the
background.
Then Mrs. McLatchet caught sight
| of the two servants. Her face was
crimson with suppressed Indignation as
she pressed to her daughters side and
whispered: Surely Serapnina, your
husband hasn't forgotten himself so
far as to invite these two impertinent,
hussies to come herep Or is it that on
the strength of having figured on his
canvas they have actually dared &c
presume that they had u right to be
present."
Mrs. Payne Grey could not explain
and therefore turned away to talk with
her neighbor.
But Mrs. McLatchet was not the
to suffer in silence. Her son
might tolerate the presence of two
girls; but that he had asked them &c
come, or had any hand in their coming
she could not believe. Now, however,
that they were present, she determined
to put them to as much shame as such
coarse-fibcrcd creatures could be ex,
| pectcd to feel.
So she stepped up to the most promi
nent old dowagcr. and said in a low
voice to her:
II was talking just now about thu
very different physical results of re
fined birth, and breeding, aud the re
verse. 1t so happens that we can hav,
an excellent proof now, as a couple OF
my son-in-law's servants happen to be
in the room. and we can institute. with
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