The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-01-19

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EaStwood's face. The young man hesitated
lot moment before he replied.
ASK or AIR. Eastwood. 1t would hardly
10, ne rejected uncomfortable, ito give
qulte false NAME Helmont would find
me out as sure as a gun, and can explain
70 MN some time why it is so necessary to
ge1 that girls hair into my picture. But
ooItlouhd thas old woman, l wish she had
NOT come upon the scene just nowrn
his business was over, and he thought il
PETER not to finger in Mill street too long.
ne gave some money to Mrs. Flint and re-
minded the girl once more of the hour az
which she was TO be at the Burnham
studios, and then took his leave of the
pair, not dissatisfied with his evenings
work.
He did not know that he had been
watched throughout the interview with
jess and her grandmother by the younp
man whom he had described to Francis Hel.
mont. A dark-faced, sullen-looking fellow
with fierce, deep-set eyes, had been holding
himself reSolutely in the background: be
had SUNK along the pavement close to the
houses, his face white, his teeth set, his
features fixed in an expression of almost
! murderous hate.
Eastwood did not see him. Jess did not
see him, but the mother did; and it was
| perhaps. owing to this fact that she allowed
the gentleman" to slip away so easily with
out extracting more blackmail before his
departure.
Eastwood did not live at his studio. He
was an artist only by fits and starts: he had
| an income of his own, and had never ap-
piled himself seriously to any profession.
That for which he had the most talent was
certainly painting, and his friends, mary of
whom strongly disapproved of his becom-
| ing an artist at all, said amongst them
selves sometimes that there was only QUE
thing that George would ever do we'll, and
that yet he would not take the trouble to do
it.
He had rooms about ten minutes walk
from his studio, and the rooms were in the
house of one Mrs. Fogg, who had been
ladys maid to George Eastwood's mother,
and was exceedingly devoted to him. So
devoted was she that he succeeded in per-
suadlng her to help him in a plan which
| formed itself in his mind as he was going
homeward from Mill street.
1t was in pursuance of his arrangement
| with her that she was at the door of the
| studio next morning, when Jess came
| timidly up the long fight of steps, at the
top of which his studio was placed. She
| had evidently arrayed herself in her best
for the occasion. Mrs. Foggs' sharp eve
remarked that the cotton frock the girl
wore was clean, and that her ungloved
hands had been carefully washed. As to
the wonderful hair, about which her master
| had been SO enthusiastic, Mrs. Fogg lust
| glanced at it and dismissed it with a con-
temptuous snort.
"Just carrots" she said to herself, as she
grimly bade the stranger enter. Carrots,
and nothing more.n
Jess drew back timidly at the sight of
Mrs. Fogg, who scanned her with such IN
friendly eyes.
1.-THE gentleman told me to Gomez she
began, when Eastwood came rushing out
of his studio and relieved her from her en-
barraSsment
80, come in, come in. JESS" he cried.
''This is Mrs. Fogg, my housekeeper- she'll
show you what want you to put on and
all that sort of thing. Here's little room
that you can make into a dressing-room
Mrs. Fogg will see to that"
He was little confused by her appear
ance and by Mrs. Fogg's severe stolidity of
manner, and, having uttered his speech
very rapidly, he escaped once more into
some inner room, leaving jess to his land
lady's mercies. 1t had occurred to him that
the girls hair would not show to advant-
age if she were in her common clothes, and
that she was not very likely to know how to
arrange the artistic garb that he had
dreamed of for her; and it was real kind
ness and delicacy of feeling that had
prompted him to provide her with tire
woman and protectress. "Another time
she will know how TO manage" he said to
himself, as he stood before his easel, touch
ing in an outline with piece of charcoal,
''but to-day she will need help"
And as he said the words to himself, the
door opened and jess came in. But a
changed, TRANSPORTED Jess; not the untidy
ragged flower-girl, but golden-hared girl
in white, whose face was as pue and
sweet as that of pictured saint. For the
drapery with which she had been invested
was admirably suited to her slender figure,
and colorless. delicate face.
With any large square of material, few
pins and a little skill, it is possible, in the
space of about three minutes to drape
figure in what looks like an exact reproduc-
uion of a Greek woman's graceful dress
Mrs. Fogg had been trained by George
Eastwood. and formerly by Georges
mother, who had passion for the theaJri-
Gals and tdbIedur UiUalltS, and knew to a
nicely how to arrange colors and folds to
the best possible effect With some diff
Guilty she had persuaded Jess to take off her
gown, and draped her from neck to ankle
in the soft white stuff, that had been pro-
vided for the purpose. Then she let down
the mass Of golden red hair, and was her.
self astonished at its length and fineness
and softnesS. And it was in this guise that
Jess came into George Eastwood's studio,
and took the place shown her by Mrs. Fogg
upon the little platform meant for the
artists living models.
Eastwood looked: he could not speak
There was something in the pale pure
profile Of this half-starved, uneducated
girl of the people that seemed to go to his
heart What it was exactly that charmed
him, he could not make out. 1t was not
beauty, in the strict sense of the work. 1t
seemed to him as if there was hint,
suggestion, and Of something nobler and
sweeter than mere beauty in Jess downcast
cast face The slightly parted lips, with
their downward curve, the lowered white
eyelids, the slender throat half turned
aside. suggested refinement and LEGACY
of breeding which most aSsuredly poor
Jess was not likely to possess. The ripping
hair cleaned in the strong north light
more brilliantly even than it had CLEANED
beneath the gasamps in Baldwln'S Market;
and Eastwood noted that it was not only
lovely iii color, but that it grew prettily-
springing away from her forehead and be-
hind the ears in a hundred little golden
tendrils and caressing curls, which flung
into strong relief thelelear pallor of her
face and the heavier whiteness of her dress.
George Eastwood was suddenly conscious
of a mad desire to take this pale creature
in his arms and kiss some color into her lips
and cheeks, to crush the golden masses OF
hair in his hands, and wind its tendrlls
round his fingers. There was something
that charmed him irresistibly in this child