The Red Cloud chief., 1892-09-23

cH, you are making run, she SAID,
laughing politely. ''i'm only eleven,
you know"
And how do you like posing?"
ITS pleasant enough when you only
have to sit still, hut whent' is u
standing pose | get rather tired. I
like to pose for Mr.. Farnham-he
always remembers when the time for
rest comes round"
Il should hope so,' said Leunox.
But there's Miss Fleck-she never
seems to think a model may get tired
like other folks. She paints Christmas
cards and valentines and such things in
water %colors; and would you believer
she always paints m, hair red! 1t isn't
rcd, is it?' She leaned a~nxiously to-
ward Lcnnox.
mo. indeed! Miss Fleck must be
color-blind. It's the prcttiest golden
brown ! ever saw"
That's what | always thought"
said Elizabeth, with II CLEAN Of triumph
in her eyes. Then Miss Flcck always
chooses such tircsome poses. II isn't
very easy to look as if you were run-
ming when you're just leaning forward
on II foot. Did you ever try TO stand
that way?"
81 can't say that I ever did" Lcnnox
had To admit. IL should fall fiat on my
nose, I'm sure"
And then she always makes me
smile SO much. One day Aad to keep
on smiling when my mother was very
i'll Mt home. AT last ! just burst out
crying. II was silly, of course, and
Miss Fleck was very angry. Did you
ever have to smile when you wanted to
cryp"
Perhaps / have, dear"
lie took Elizabeth's little hand and
stroked it gently, being much moved by
the unconscious pathos of her rcvela-
tions.
Just then the little colored boy stuck
his woolly head through the porticre.
'Mr. Farnham jest tel'phomcd dat he
can't come up to de stujo to-day, Miss
French" he announced. ale say he
sorry, but he can't hep il nohow. lie
be heah to-moh."
'Thank you, jeff" said Elizabeth,
with dignity. Then she turned TO her
new friend and gave him u grave little
bow of farewell.
$50 You and Elizabeth have become
tNDustliiltus Sulu III HAIL, a ieN utNS
later. to Lennox. .'Well. she's worth
knowing. The most original, charm
ing little old maid in ali New York.
She supports her mother and herself
by her posing"
"You don't say SOL"
"Yes French, poor fellow, died two
years ago of pneumonia. Too much
devotion to art. Used to paint stormy
autumn scenes, you know, and sat ont
i'm the wind and rain once too often.
He painted things full OF feeling. OF
course the public didn't appreciate
them, and "a he wouldn't paint pot
boilers, his family were probably no
richer then than they are now"
Couldn't the widow earn anythingT"
mighty little. After his death she
tried literary work, l believe; but she's
an invalid, and the strain was too much
for her. She simply had to leave off or
die, poor thing! So she folded her
hands, and wondered what in the world
would become of them" :
Then the little girl took to posing?"
"Ycs. knew she could pose well,
young as she was. for l had often seen
her do it for her father. why not let
her pose for money! ! said. Her fresh,
Z. round, sweet face is just what artists
who paint children are looking for OF
course Mrs. French was Mortified Mt
first-said the, child was too young TO
go round town alone, and all that sort
of thing. But there really was no other
way TO keep them from starvation, and
Elizabeth has been the head Of this lit
tie family OF two ever since. No one
presumes to call her Bessie or Lizzie"
"Such a dignifed, clever little crea.
turc!' said Lennox.
"And such a capital critic! declare
that II I've painted a thing that she
doesn't quite approve Of I'm actually
afraid to send it off to an exhibition"
John Lennox had just returned from
q long absence in Paris to pitch his tent
in New York. After some little delay In
choosing quarters he opened n studio
in West Fifty-seventh street. Eliza
beth posed for him occasionally and
they became the best of friends.
~ should like to take You with me to
New Jersey n of these fine days,
Elizabeth" said Lennox one morning.
~ want to paint a few sunlight effects
with figures if them. DO you think
your mother would consent, IL ! prom
Used to take good care of you, and jump
after you If you fell off tie fe~rryboat?'
"Miss Fleck lives in Hoboken, and
I've often been on the ferry" said
Elizabeth, smiling. There is really
no danger, you know"
Lennox obtained Mrs. French's con.
sent, and he and Elizabeth thereafter
passed many afternoons In the Sweet
smelling Jersey meadows.
The last and best study of all was of
Elizabeth, in a bright-rcd gown, kneel-
ing in a sea Of starry-eyed daisies,
plucking them with a tender yet eager
look. -
The figure was almost life size.
Through the whole picture the intense
sunlight streamed. Slight as the motive
of the picture was, Lennox felt that 1t
was the best thing he had ever done.
He had worked rapidly upon IL, fearing