The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-10-07

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chooses such tiresome poses! 1t ism
very easy to look as if you were rul
ming when you're just leaning forwal
on one foot. Did you ever try to star
that way?H
Il can't say that ever did" Lennc
had to admit Il should fall fist on N
nose, Pm sure
And then she always makes n
smile SO much. One day had to kee
on smiling when my mother was yer
III at home. At last l just burst o.
crying. It was silly, of course. "a
Miss Fleck was very angry. Did yo
ever have to smile when you wanted t
cry?"
Perhaps have, dear"
He took Elizabeth's little hand IN
stroked it gently, being much moved b
the unconscious pathos Of her reveal
tions.
Just then the little colored boy stucl
his woolly head through the portiere.
'Mr. Farnham jest teiphomed dat b
can't come up to de stujo to-day, Mis-
French" he announced. HE say h
sorry, but he can't hep it nohow. II
be heah to-moh."
'Thank you, jeff" said Elizabeth
with dignity. Then she turned to he
now friend and gave him q grave ittl'
bow of farewell
$50 you and Elizabeth have becom,
acquainted" said Farnhan, few day,
later. to Lennox. swell, she's worth
knowing. The most original, charm
ing little old maid in all New York
Sho supports her mother and herself
by her posing"
''You don't say sel'
Eyes French, poor fellow. died two
years ago of pneumonia. Too much
devotion to art. Used to paint stormy
autumn scenes, you know, and sat out
in the wind and rain once too often.
He painted things full of feeling. OF
course the public didn't appreciate
them. and as he wouldn't paint pot
boilers, his family were probably no
richer then than they are now"
Couldn't the widow earn anything?"
mighty little. After his death she
tried literary work, 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?"
eyes. knew she could pose well,
young as she was. for had often seen
her do it for her father. why not let
her pose for money! said. Her fresh,
round, sweet face is just what artists
who paint children are looking for OF
course Mrs. French was Mortified at
frst-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
has been the head Of this lit
tie family of two ever since. No ono
presumes to call her Bessie or Lizzie"
''Such dignified, clever little crea.
ture!" said Lennox.
'And such capital crftict declare
that If Pve painted 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
n New York. After some little delay in
choosing quarters he opened a studio
n West Fifty-seventh street. Eliza
,eth posed for him occasionally and
hey became the best of friends.
II should like to take you with me to
New Jersey one of these fine days,
said Lennox one merning.
Il want to paint a few sunlight effects
With figures in them. Do you think
our mother would consent, if prom
sed to take good care Of You. and jump
.fter you if you fell off the ferry boatP'
Miss Fleck lives in Hoboken, and
We often been on the ferry" said
Elizabeth. smiling. There. is really
70 danger. you know!'
Lennox obtained Mrs. French's con.
ent, and he and Elizabeth thereafter
assed many afternoons in the sweet.
melting Jersey meadows.
The last and best study of all was Of
Elizabeth. in q bright-red gown, kneel-
lg in a sea of starry-eyed daisies,
lucking them with atender yet eager
box.
The figure was almost life size.
trough the whole picture the intense
might streamed. Slight as the motive
the picture was, Lennox felt that il
as the best thing lie had ever done.
e had worked rapidly upon it, fearing
lat his inspiration or the sunlight
light fail before it wss finished.
1t was nearing completion ono inc
Fternoon. when Lennox got up from
IS stool, stretched his tired arms and
hid:
pm as hungry rs bear. Ican sec
lat you're tired. too, Miss Eiizabeth.
IL go up to Hollis farmhouse, and SEQ
they can let US have quart OF milk.
0 you want to go with me?"
IN wait here" said Elizabeth.
Some one might steal your picture"
mo fear of thatl' said Lenncx
ughing. They're not inpressionista
New Jersey. But I'll be back in q
w minutes, my dear"
OFF he started, whistlinT biithely.
hen he had got the milk, he stopped
chat a moment with the farmers
ndly wife.
II took peek At you t'other day"
i'd Mrs. Holt, and the way that lit
, midget knelt thar in her red dress
them posies was as purity q sight as
yer see. Holt says he's goin' to New
'rk TO see that picter when it's hung
. Says he'd like to buy it hissef. eff ..
he'd money enough La. there he is
w"
Il thought you'd gone home. 1" drawled
'lt, solemnly shaking hands with .
nnox. Amt thet little gal o yourn ,
'ng to-day?"
Il left her in the meadow. She was
raid some one might steal nv pic