Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-08-01

I therefore summoned up my courage
and installed myself In the hiding place,
with the express condition that at the
least tap at the partition my husband
should come to me at once. Scarcely
had shut myself in when the dreadful
model had seen the other day arrived,
dressed heaven knows how. and so
wretched in appearance that asked
myself how could have been jealous OF
q woman who could walk around without
scrap OF white cuff on her wrists. and
an old shawl with green fringe. Well,
nv dear, when saw this creature throw
of shawl and dress In the middle OF the
studio and begin to undres, In the cool
est and boldest manner, 1t had an ehect
upon me 6lnnot describe. l choked
with rage. / thumped at the partition.
Etienne came to me. l trembled; was
pale. He laughed at me, gently as
sured me and returned to his work. BY
this time the woman was standing mp,
half naked, her thick hair loosened and
hanging down her back In glossy heavi-
ness. It was no longer the poor wretch
Of q moment ago. but already almost Q.
statue, notwithstanding her common
and listless air. My heart died within
me. However, said nothing. All at
once heard my husband cry: THE
left leg: the left leg forwardw and %
the model did not understand him at
once he went to her and-Oh! / c0uld
contain myself no longer. / knocked.
He did not hear me. / knocked again,
furiously. This time he ran to me,
frowning a little at being disturbed In
the heat Of work. Come. Armande, do
be reasonablew Bathed in tears l
leaned my head upon his shoulder, and
sobbed out: II can't hear it, my dear,
I can't, indeed, can'tw At this, with
out, answering me, he went sharply in
to the studio, and made sign to that
horror OF woman, who dressed herself
and departed. t..
For several DAYS Etienne did not re-
turn to the studio. He remained ct
home with me, would not 60 out, re-
fused even to see his friends; otherwise
he was quite kind and gentle. but he
had such a melancholy air. Once /
asked him timidly: "You are not
working any more?" which earned me
this reply: lone can't work without q
model" I had not the courage to pur-
sue the subject, for felt how much I
was to blame, and that he had q right
to be vexed with me. Nevertheless, by
dint OF caresses and endearments. l
cajoled him into returning to his studio
and trying to finish his statue-how do
they say it? out OF his head. from imagi-
nation, in short. by mammals process.
To me this seemed quite feasible: but 1t
gave the poor fellow endless trouble.
Every evening he came with irritated
nerves and more and more discouraged;
almost i'll, indeed. To cheer him up I
used often to go and see him. l al
ways said: 1T is charming" But as
fact. the statue riade no progress
whatever. don't know II he worked
at it. When I arrived would find
him always smoking on his divan, or
perhaps rolling up pellets OF clay, which
he angrily threw against the opposite
wall.
One afternoon when I was gazing at
the unfortunate Roman lady who, half
modelled, had been so long in stepping
out OF her bath, an idoa occurred to me.
The Roman lady was about the same
figure as myself; perhaps at pinch
might
"What do you mean by we'll turned
leg?' asked my husband suddenly.
He explained it tome at great length.
showing me all that was still lacking to
his statue, and which he could by no
means give It, without model. Poor
fellow! He had such alheartbroken air
as he said this. Do you know what I
did? Well, I bPavely picked up the
draperv which was lying in corner;
I went into my hiding place; then, very
softly, without saying word. while
he was still looking at his statue, |
placed myself on the platform in front
Of him, in the costume and attitude in
which l had seen that abominable
model. All. my dear! What emotion
/ felt when he raised his eyes! / was
blushing all over. could have laugh
ed and cried. And that tiresome muslin
took so much arranging. Never mind!
Etienne was so delighted that vas
soon treasured. Indeed, to hear him,
my dear, you might suppose