The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1890-11-28

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lalnly has come notion OF drawing"
lie had just finished Sunday visit |,
hlaisie, Getaways under the green eyes O
the red-haired impressionist girl whom
ne learned to hate ut sight,-and wa
tingling with a keen sense OF shame
Sunday after Sunday, putting on hi
beet clothes, he had walked over to tn,
untldy house north OF tho Park, first tt
see Maieie's pictures, and then to criti
CHE and advise upon them as he realize,
that they were productions on which
advice would not be wasted. Sunda,
after Sunday, and his love grew will
each visit, he had been compelled Il
cram his heart back from between hil
lips when it prompted him to kisl
Malsle several times and very much in
deed. Sunday after Sunday, the head
above the heart had warned him thai
Maisie was not yet attainable, and tina,
It would be better to talk as connected
ly as possible upon the mysteries
OF the craft that was all in all to her
Therefore it was his fate to endure
weekly torture in the studio built oui
over the clammy back garden OF irail
stu1y little villa where nothing was
ever in its right place, and nobody ever
called-to endure and to watch NIaisie
moving to and fro with the teacups. He
abhored tea, but since it gave him lit.
tie longer time in her presence he drank
it deyoutly, and the red.haired girl sat
IN an untidy heap and eyed him with.
out speaking. She was always watch.
ing him. Once, and only once, when
she had left the studio, Mcisie showed
him an album that held few poor cut.
tings from provincial papers-the brief.
est OF hurried notes on some OF her pic.
lures sent TO outlying exhibitions. Dick
stopped and kissed the paint.smudsed
thumb on the open page. COB, Inv
love, my love-" he mu,tered, edo YOU
value these things? Chuck 'e,n into
the waste.paper basketn'
Not till get something better" said
Maiaie, shutting the book.
Then Dick, moved by no respect for
his public and very deep regard for
the maiden, did deliberately propose, in
order to secure more OF these coveted
cuttings, that he should paint a picture
which Maisie should sign.
That's childish" said Maisie, "apd l
didn't think it OF you. 1t must be nv
work. Aline-mine-mine!n
Go and design the decorative me.
dallions for the rich brewers houses.
You are thoroughly good at that" Dick
was sick and savage.
Better things than medallions, Dick ."
was the answer, in tones that recalled a
gray.eyed atoms fearless speech to Mrs,
Jenrett. Dick would have abased him.
SELF utterly, but that the other girl
trailed in.
Next Sunday no laid at AIaisie's feet
small gifts OF pencils that:c could almost
draw OF themselves and colors in whose
Permanance he believed, and he was os.
tentatiously attentive to the work in
hand. 1t demanded, among other
things, an exposition OF the faith that
was in him. Torpenhow's hair would
have stood on END had lie heard the
huency with which Dick preached lis
own gospel Of art.
A month before, Dick would have
been equally astonished, but it was
Maisie's will and pleasure, and he drag.
ged his words together to make plain 10
her comprehension MI that had been
hidden to himself Of the why's and
wheretores Of work. There is not the
least difficulty in doing thing ii YOU
only know how to do it; the trouble is
to explain YOUR method, -
u could npt this right if I had a brush
in my hand" said Dick, despairinyly,
over the modelling Of a chin that MaisiIes
complained would not ''look fresh" -it
was the same chin she had scyaped out
with the pelette .niie, but / find it
almost Impossible TO teach you. There's
a queer grim Dutch touch about your
painting that | like; but Two notion
that you're weak in drawing. You fore.
shorten as though you never used the
model, and you've caught Kami's : rasty
wa way Oh aeslnv w." VA mesh in shadow,
.Aen, again, though you don't know il
yourself, you shirk hard work. Suppose
YOU spcad come OF your time on line
alone. Line doesn't alloy OF striking
Oils do, and three square inches OF ilashy
tricky stuff in the corner Of pic some
times carry bad thing olf,-as | know
That's immoral. Do line work for {
little while, aud then ! can tell NOR,
about your powera, as Kami used t
gay" 81 ri
Alaisie protested; she did lot care fol
the pure line. III
II know" said Dick. .'You want tt
do your fancy heads with a bunch o
flowers at the base OF the neck to hid,
bad modelling" The red-haired cir
laughed a little. "}ou want to do til,
landscapes with cattle knee.deep in pras
10 hide bad drawing. You want to do
great deal more than you can do, 70,
have sense Of color, but you want form
Color's a gift,-put 1t aside and think n,
more about it,-but form you can b.
drilled into to. Now, all your fanc,
heads-and some OF them are very goo'
will you keep exactly where you arc
With line you must 90 forward or back
ward, and 1t will show up all your weak
nesses.N 4
"But other people" began Mai
sic. e5-Is 49,
"You mustn't mind what other peopl
do. II their souls were you soul,
would be different. You stand aud fal
by your own work, remember, and it.
waste OF time to think Of any one else il
this battle" ,E1 .assl
Dick paused, and the longing that ha
been so resolutely put away came bac
into HIS eyes. He looked at Maisie, an
the look asked as plainly rs words, wa
it not time to leave all this barre
wilderness Of canvas and counsel IN
| join hands with Life and Love ?
Maisle assented to the new programm
Of schooling so adorably that Dick coul
hardly refrain himself from picking ht
up then and there and carrying her O
to the nearest registrars office. 1t WI
the implicit obedience to the spoke
word and tho blank Indifference to tn
unspoken desire that ba1led and buhete
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