Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-02-18

Sfuuteu out now anu tneus tut III
your color pure Make her jump"
So they painted from morning till
night, keeping two or three studies I'M
der way at once-putting in blues
where Woodson saw greens, and pur.
pies where he saw nothing but monde
script sand. and doing all the inexplic-
able things that should be done accord
ing to the gospel OF the lmninists.
W0Odson sat by and chatfed. He
couldn't paint. tie wouldn't smoke.
lie parted Cruces occasional inquiring
slances by explaining that nc was
negotiating to 20 into the cattle bust
nrss- man was going To bring him
herd on trial
Meanwhile he aTayed his shapely
figure in CoWboyish top boots blue
shirt and SLOUGH hat, which became him
immensely, aud made a sinister impress
sion among the blazers and tennis suits
Of summeing Manitou Grace was alb
sorbed and satisfied One day an idea
struck him Grace" said he, Il found
q little bit down here the other day
that I'd like to have you slctch-to
send home, you know. You'll do it,,
won't you?'
WY, Of course. I'll speak TO Mr.
Fleming"
"Oh, hang Mr. Fleming Woodson
broke in "Flemings all right in his
way, but l want you--your sketch, you
know"
The place was quite distance away,
over the mesa They set out for it the
next day.
Here it is" WoOdson exclaimed, af
ter quite a tramp pointing over the
burning plain TO where a row of cot
tonwoods were banked against the Sky
tremulous in the vibrant air. There
DO that; call it "A Hundred in the
shade, or something like that"
1T doesn't seem to compose very
weI.' Grace murmured, holding the
tips of her fingers together and inclos
ing the picture in a rosy frame through
which she gazed, half shutting her eyes
in truly artistic intentnesS.
'rWeH. never mind that; get the char
acter Of it. You know Fleming says
the characters the thing. That's what
! want-the Characteristic true charac-
ter Of this beastly country"
So Grace donued her big blue apron
and set to work with her biggest brush
es. But somehow she had trouble
The quality of that sky, burning with
light and yea deep in hue, did not seem
to reside in cobalt, however fresh from
the tube. The value Of the stretch Of
plain. tremulous under the tlarng heav-
ems. disturbed her, too, and when she
came to put in the airy wall Of cotton
woods along the horizon the whole
thing ended in a panty nuddle.
"Oh, I can't do anything to-day.
Grace exclaimed petulantly wiptnG her
troubled brow with the back Of her
hand and Iea ing a streak of blue along
her forehead hat intensified her puzZl
ed look
"Why don. you put those trees in
green?" WoCdson asked with serious
concern as Grace renewed her strug-
gle with the regulation blues and pur-
pies,
But I don't see them So" she muir
INJURED i'm a moment of absorbed effort
Grace" he blurted out almost before
he knew it, Y don't believe You see
ANYTHING. Excuse me, but l don't be
lieve YOU ever did, l don't believe in
your art; don't believe in your career;
| don't believe in your Independence!
You're simply spelling the incest girl
in the world with IT, You see things
blue and purple because he does; and
howell, he sees things that way be
cause some fellows over in Paris do,
and l don't believe in 1t. There, now,
I've said it; come"
But it was not arranged that he
should finish what he had to say. He
had looked down to the ground where
ne sat as he spoke Of Fleming When
he looked up Grace was several feet
away from him, hurTying down the hin,
with her head bowed
I'm a bIute-a miserable brute"
Woodson remarked to himself with
considerable force as he watched her
striding toward the half dry creek.
But some one ought to have told her.
lttT dLl N tlA LA7}llNAliiANNs AfNbAA q 3
Fleming. even. He's forty, and I'd
like to know where he'd be If it wasn't
for his teaching. But I'm a brute, just
the samoa hea1tless brute"
There was a plum thicket along the
creek, and after watching Grace disap-
pear within 1t Woodson set about pick
ing up her slletching kit. This done, it
occurred to him that it would be a pro
per penance on his part to wash her
brushes-he had always hated dirty
brushes so. Gathering them up he
started toward the creek. When he got
there he could see no sign Of Grace.
Could 1t be that anything had happen
ed to her? The thought made him
catch his breath for a moment He
knew She was mpulsive-capable OF
any rash move in a moment Of excite
ment. Then he heard a stirring in the
plum thicket and came face TO face
upon her IN n little opening, crying
softly 10 herself
UGr1rp" no ca1Ip1 styvby wh1t's the