Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-07-11

any SUCH enlargement. from an OF
thodox point of view, he hated women,
and had not scrupled to say SO, even
in the hearing of mademoiselle.
Ohe day when mademoiselle was at
work, and Campana was doing head
from chic, tap at the door announced
two visitors.
One was pupil of Campana's, a
Miss Brown, and the other was her
friend, little singer whom mademoi-
selle remembered to have heard in
city choir.
Campana showed them about the
studio with the grandest manner. He
was serious, ceremonious. He said,
finally, to the singer, 81 think that is
all have to show you, Miss ah-Miss
Larkin," when Miss Brown suggested
some drawings he had once brought
out
ooh, those things!" he said. "Mere-
1y some of my work is in the atelier."
But he went to get them.
Campana sometimes had pupils in
modelling and he kept a pail Of water
in the corner of the room to mop up
the hard wood floor where the clay
had been scattered about. The draw
ings were on high shelf. Campana
had to step on the lower shelfin order
to reach them. Then he jumped lightly
down-one foot straight into the pail
Of water.
Mademoiselle,a lat work on her canvas,
was frightened. She was afraid the
artist would swear; but she remained
silent, not even thinking to rush to his
aid. The little singer screamed and
clapped her brown gloved hands with
delight at the ridiculous mishap.
Then, with those same brown fingers
she helped him mop up the water with
what towels he could find handy.
The stream was slipping SO fast tow
ard a pile of drawings on the floor
that the little singer quite spoiled her
gloves in her zeal to help save the
sketches.
Campana's dignity was quite gone;
and when he stopped and wrung out
the tapping bottom of each trouser
leg over the tub, little Miss Larkin
laughed at him again. Then the artist
helped her off with her tight, wet
gloves, and in the absence of respect
able towel. dried her fingers with his
handkerchief.
Mademoiselle worked steadily at her
canvas meanwhile, but she felt her
ears burn just a trifie at the artists
unusual gaiety. She would not con-
fess to herself that she was jealous.
Indeed, she cared only for her art
what difference to her if the artist
dried Miss Larkin's finger tips? But
she told herself he seemed SO frivolous
this afternoon; it was SO unlike him
so undignified!
After the callers went away, Cam
pana returned to his work. After some
attempts, he threw down his brushes
and said s'I can't work from chic.
That's the nuisance of working in this
sort of place-never get a model"
He puttered at his canvas for a time,
finally scraped the work out and said:
LII
When he returned to the studio,
mademoiselle had finished her work
| for the day and was taking off the
paint-covered apron in which she
worked.
Campana criticised her work-she
was doing still-life in onions-point-
ed out that her color was not clear
enough, and that the drawing was not
good in the left corner. Usually she
was most attentive to his criticism but
to- night she was dreaming. Campana
did not notice it however.
When mademoiselle reached the
door she hesitated a moment and then
said: eff you like, Mr.. Campana, will
pose for you for that head"
Campana was surprised, but he said:
ooh, all right. That's very good OF
you, mademoiselle."
esTo-morrow afternoon?" she asked.
-morrow's good" he said.
The next day small package lay
on Campana's desk and mademoiselle
saw the address. She divines that he
was sending new gloves TO the HUUle
singer, and was a shade discounted
she didn't know why.
But she posed remarkably we'll, and
Campana observed again that her color
was very good. Indeed, he had never
noticed before that her eyes were sc
bright.
"You pose like statue, mademoi-
selle," he said.
She smiled family and was pleased
If anyone had said to mademoiselle il
the following days that she was more
narticular about her dress she Woulc