The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-01-26
IT WAS VERY BAD.
Al Artists Criticism That Brought
About Romance


old, that constituted the committee OF
the Society OF Water Colors"-a little,
simple minded society, composed Of
amateurs and young artists, with one
or two veterans to give it backbone.
They were sitting in judgment on
the picture sent in for their annual ex-
hibition, and they looked critical and
grave, as beftted their task.
The talk huumed on among the
committee. and at last the fat went
forth-au the pictures were to be adj
mitted. To this one of the veterans-a
good-looking man Of thirty-fve OBJ
jected
There Is one really too abonin2-
bly, bad" said he That Seems from
Macbeth'-it would never do to have
that
'-Oh, como, Et-etton, you're too par
tic1llar. 1t will pass muster among the
rest
mo, it won't: 1t will be q disgrace to
the exhibition. Just look at Macbeth's
les! And the color-perbectly rawl 1t
will never do"
So the hum began again, and the re-
suit was that the ''Scene from Mac
beth" was literally and fguratively
turned face TO the wall
treston, satisfied at having saved
the honor OF the society, LEFT the others
70 settle the remaining business, and
was walking out Of the room when he
came face to face with Boggs-s good
natured little amateur, who could not
draw ANY more than frog who hasn't
got no tail" tut was immensely con-
oeited to make up for It He caught at
Stretton eagerly.
81 say, old fellow, you've done It!
You know that picture you insisted
upon turning out? Well, it was paint
ed by a young girl and she was in tho
next room and heard every word that
you said and has gone home crying her
eyes out.
by Jover exclaimed Stretton, look
ing dismayed "I'm awfuily sorry.
wouldn't have had it happen for the
world Poor little thing. Confound
my stupidity! might have known bet
ter. What shall I doa Where is the
picture?"
SHE'S talsen IL home with her." said
little Boggs.
What an awful idiot I was" went
on Stretton. Poor little girl! say,
Boggs, you're going COY way. Suppose
we lay our heads together and see
what can be done
The next morning, rs the '-poor little
girl" sat painting away in a corner of
her sitting-roou. while her mother
dozed and crocheted and lamented the
days when Nj Grierson was alive and
the dingy, overgrown servant girl an
no9lnoed a gentleman to see Miss
GSierson-
Miss G1ferson remembered little
Bogg8'. face, and the thought OF her re-
jectad picture made her turn hot and
cold together.
Little Boggs introduced himself and
plunged IN Ess3i&s res. i'm awfuily
sorry, Miss .e3ri6rSou, that you heard
what was said yesterday, aHd L"
1T is matter of no consequence at
ail," interrupted Miss Grierson, with
as much witbering calmness Us If poor
little Boegs had called her picture
"abominably bad"
well, but You know. Miss Grier-
SON. persisted little Boggs, II want to
explain. think you ought to know.
by friend-at least, Stretton, you
know-he said that purely out Of spite.
He had z quarrel with your father once
and he did that just to spite you; he
says so himself.
81 thought it my duty 30 tell you,
and I wouldn't be cut up about it at all
il were you l would just pnt It in
Snell's window and let the public
judge. I do the same thing with one
OF mine snd it wert off first rate Good
morning" And little Boggs Numbered
out of the room, feeling like fool and
looking much the same. it must be con-
fessed.
'eyYho was IT, Edith?~ asked Mrs.
Grierson, coming back TO her easy
chair.
Some one from the society, mann
ma" said Edith, sitting her rage.
Docs Anyone want to buy your pic
tu-e?"
No, no, mamma; am only advised
to put it IN SMELLS window. / shall do
it, and-well, we shall see"
"AbominabIy bad" The picture
should go TO SMELLS that afternoon and
the public should judge. rs Mr. Boggs
suggested.
And to Smells it went but not to re-
main long. The next morning, when
Edi1h passed the shop, no blue and
brick color Macbeth graced the WIN
dow.
With quite sensation" she entered
and learned that it had been sold an
hour before to gentleman who would
like two more Shakespearesn subjects
If she would paint them.
She walked home as If crowned with
laurel and she entered the little semi
cetscired house - she would enter the
temple Of fame,
The two Shakespe a-ean subjects Det
with Success and pat few pounds in
EdIth's slender purse.
Edith had the lang'id Italian tenn
permanent, inherited from her mother,
bat also had the Italian vcnEefulness-
and the insult she had received was a
spur TO her ambition.
The psth was much less thorny :haa
she had expected She found herself.
she scarcely knew how, put n the way
Cd good models and works Of iastruc-
ton
Then ore or two celebrated artists
began TO notice the pictures WITH
x @" tucked away n one coTae-- and
the quiet little studio often Reld many
- "R- Il"