The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-02-07
A DIFFERENCE In CLAY.

II Dll 4 LIlLANND 14N OIIh .
You may not know, but Clement Scott
was the young American sculptor who
won such distinction abroad last fall,
and over whom during the following
winter society at home, with her usual
ficklenesS, had come TO rave. 1t is some
thing unusual for Philadelphia to arouse
herself over an American, but in Scott S
case it seemed natural enough. The
personal attractions of the man himself,
to say nothing of the distinction Paris
had bestowed upon him, were grounds
sufficient for his being social favoriUe.
Immediately upon his arrival from
abroad he was besieged with invitations
TO receptions and balls, teas and dinners,
and the like. Various societies gave pub
perceptions in his honor; the country
clubs lunched him, and the city clubs
gave him dinners. 1t went very well for
time, but in time, too, it grew most
tiTesome. Scott stood the whole thing
as long as he could; then, breaking a
dozen or more engagements, he closed
his rooms and went away to the sea-
shore. He had learned to his own salts
factlon-to his own Disappointment
how little society knew Of his art, how
little she cared, and that it was the gilt
Ter of his medal, not himself, that peo-
pie loved.
1t was the middle of spring when
Clement Scott came to Hull. He had
lived there during the summers previous
TO his going abroad The sea, the cliffs,
she stretches of white sand, the grass
covered hills, were all very dear to him,
and he smiled as he found the memories
Of these coming back to him. There was
one memory, though, which seemed to
crowd all the beauties of sea and shore
from his thoughts, and then of "A sudden
20 bring them all trooping back again,
and in the light of his boyhood love.
That love was something which had
never gone from his memory. In his
studio in Paris he had often caught him
self shaping in the soft clay the features
ST that one face. He was good at model
ing, but however truly his hands might
follow his memory, he could never seem
% catch the spirit of the image in his
mind; he could never put life into the
face 1T is not She" he would say at
does not love me-" And then he would
crush the clay into shapeless mass and
Try his hand at other work.
ii was very natural that Scott should
Eel as he did about the face he had
owed In his bovhood. The circumstan-
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girls life at the risk of his own. In
crossing a track she had fastened her
foot in a switch, and must have been
killed had not Scott rescued her. As it
was she had not escaped without in
Jury; her arm had been run over. Some
one said the child's name was Mildred
Poliv. Scott knew the beautiful place
the Bodays had been building on the hill
near his own home, and there he had
,arried her, with her dress torn from
he shoulder. and her little white arm,
cruelty crushed and bleeding, hanging
Al Els side.
The INJURY was a severe one. 1t be-
came necessary to amputate the child's
arm close to the shoulder, and it was
during this period Of her confinement
that scott came to know Mildred Bolay
well Young as he was, he loved the
beautiful well enough to take Joy in
watching Mildred's sweet face, with the
wealth Of golden hair which hung about
it. or in looking into Mildred's blue eyes,
wide open with wonder or Joy at his
tales When Mildred got about again
Clement was her right hand man. The
functions of the arm she had lost were
supplied 10y an artificial arm of French
mechanism-an arm that could be moved
at will, or even taken off altogether.
That arm was a source of great amuse-
ment to them. Sometimes its joints
would stick, and Clement would have to
rescue Mildred from some awkward
position, and then they would laugh and
think it a great joke.
At the close of his sixteenth wear Scott
went abroad and took up his sculpturing
under an Italian master, first in Rome
and then in Paris. Eight years after
ward he received his medal. and with Il
the praise of the whole of Europe. Then
he returned to America.
lneli IL WAS luab me young sculptor,
with all the glamor of a triumph abroad
and in the midst of an ovation AT home.
left the prattles and insincerities of New
York society for the quiet and for the
girl in the little sea town of Hull
He found the sea, the cliffs, the
stretches of white sand ali unchanged.
Mildred Boday had changed. She was
woman. But she was just the same to
him. There was a little formality at
first, but formality could not live when
they were together, and soon they came
to be the same boy and girl they had
been when they parted.
Scott fixed up his old studio and the
workshop where he had modelled ms firsi
head Mildred helped him TO drape his
walls and 70 place his belongings, and
vixen they had finished it was a pretty
study. Scott had ordered a block Of
marble from Paris, aud when it came he
bet to work upon it to try the experi-
meut of cutting an image directly in the
marble and without the aid of the clay
model. The image he was TO follow was