The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-29
pOndsred Kits advice a long time that

his caustic critiques on abstract man that
be wouldn't be particular about the con-
crete girl. II he doesn't think me pretty
but be must.
I'll find out about these souls with eyes
for art alone.
They say that artists aud monks don't
discern the women beneath the model aud
the saint.
Now, know that a mans q man for a
that.
And to the swing OF
For a that and a that
I opened Mr. Boards studio door at Q O'Clock
the next morning, parted the portieres and
walked in.
30. Mr.. Beard, NJ cried in my best society
tone, seeking to overwhelm him by my
straight advance. Won't you pardon the
freedom OF my entrance, pleasel l didn't
find the bell, and was so afraid that some
one would see me standing at your door"
ais that 500 Nobody ever implied such
things about Dan Boards studio before
10, I didn't mean that, assure you.
have come TO YOU because there is no one
else whom can trust with my confession.
I'm quite at your mercy, Mr.. Beard. but
Pm not afraid, for I've heard pou are Kind +,
most kind"
"Um, =. Win you SIT down, Miss
-p
Hunter"
"Miss Hunter. John, you'd better go
out and pay that note. See Thompson
first, though. and find out il everything is
o. K"
And the secretary put on his hat aud de-
parted.
became deeply embarrassed. Then
twisted my muff, fldgeted, looked out OF
the window and began.
81 didn't think this would be half so
hard. can't tell you anything about
myself except that Pm in trouble. It's my
milliner. Sac won't waIt-must have
money right away, and l have come to
know If you'll take me for a model, please
can pose-they say do it unconsciously
and have pretty good figure, haven't
l, Mr. Boards And my facet Well, you
may idealIze my face and put on few
finishing touches, so that none Of my friends
will possibly know me-"
1.-THE touches l would add might not dis
guse you, Miss Hunter"
Now, here was man whom genius had
not warped; one who would do the right
thing when needful; man to be depended
uponl
The studio was terra cognits, my spirits
rose.
Nov. about the posing, Mr.. Beard" I
suggested, very much at my ease. ''Or
shall go awayl o, what a clever sketch
This nun. this Salvation girl and ell the
others. Why. it's congress OF religion,
isn't itF'
That's Just what it lie and you caugh the
idea pretty quick. You'll make splendid
model. We artists look on the ordinary
class-very respectable girls, too-as though
they were that papier mache figure there,
They lack sympathy and appreciation aud
intelligence. We almost forget they're
human"
what a shame that you should have to
struggle with such stupidity. Pm sure l
can comprehend you, tho don't suppose
perfect understanding would be possible"
1 paused and looked at him from the corner
of my eye.
What about the payl" continued,
making feint ct business In o mercenary
tone.
my miliner's bill is--oh, just huge, i'm
msnse, swnmping; but il you're quito sat-
istied with me I'll come here faithfully
every day until cay it."
''lf you say that, I'll keep you down to
So so a day."
"Oh-h-hl thought models made lot Of
money. More than that, because it's such q
queer profession, don't you know"
And l became discouraged and mani
mate.
Dan Beard pondered between exaspera-
ton and amusement. He looked at me
blankly; looked at him grieving.
The market is crowded, said he. rose
and offered him my hand. 81 shall trust
my secret to your kindness. but have been
misinformed. / shall have to earn my
money quick or some other way" Ny voice
broke pitifully; was almost weeping.
1.-THE market ia crowded with the ordi-
! nary arti-model l was going to say. I'd
like 70 sketch you in several poses that no
one else quite catches, though. You're very
versatile, and there are other qualities
worth, we'll, shall we say 81 an hour as a
starterp Two dollars au hourl And the
professionals never get more that 80 "A day
smiled radiantly and the artist tramped
about with the expression OF protest rapidly
waning from his face
Ny one regret, as | took Off my hat was
that the boys weren't there to see. But
what funt What an episode l love to
daily with detection when | know the same
old qualities in man are going TO save me
from 1t.
MIR. Beard was tossing q heap of lace
skirts and an 1880 gown upon divan. He
had also put on his head gay crimson cap.
"I'll go to the hail." he said. land when
| you are ready in these please knock on the
| door"
Then he went out and laughed. 1t was
the first time for weeks that l had been
wicked-thoroughly aud satisfactorily bad.
/ tapped on the door
Mr.. Beard entered, looked at me in q
friendly fashion and assisted me TO climb a
high box. Then he posed me IN a great,
great many poses, but none OF them suited.
When my arm was all right my head was
wrong. When my head was correctly
posed my arm went to sleep and | had to
raise it.
But the artist was beautifully patient
through oil these trials, considering the
value of my time.
perhaps I'd be better as a witch on a
broom" said. meekly, after my band was
wrung for the tiftieth time.
"a very good witch, doubtless. bu
heaven save me from the broom. There
Now you are right Stand still.
Could / help blushing when Mr.. Beard
began to sketch met 1t was warm way up
in the air and wasn't used TO being looked
at so. He broke the silence:
Are you very faint3 You look pale,
think. Would you like 10 rest q littleP'
"And what would become of my pose,
Mr.. ArtistF
80. the posep Then Dan Beard blushed
fiery red, and l was glad Of it. smiled,
too, without caring whether he discovered
everything by means of it or not. The
mean thug To remind me like that Of my
own blushesl
SO jumped off the box and ran over to
look at the sketch. ''Wby, it's not half
done yet, and must have earned about 81
already, haven't Ip
Just about. You we're posing exactly
twelve minutes. You've spoiled this, and
meant to make q water color Of 1t. Well,
now, / want you for Georgia Cracker
next. Do you think you could live on clayP p