Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1894-03-01

use every possible influence to get him
back to the old line There he was at
the top Of the Tree, but now ] very
much fear
Dennet's heart sank Hitherto she
had steeled herself against the seuse of
dsapproval which she somehow felt
was in the air, rejecting in general
terms that there is such thing as
jealousy.
But she knew that her true unselfsh
friend, Ferna, was absolutely incap-
able of such a feeling, and that, al
though no artist herself. she was a
most discriminating critic, and had
greatly assisted not only Westerheld,
her brother, and Stephen Trent, her
husband, but many other artists who
had sought and valued her advice.
Please tell me exactly what you
think" Dennet said, with quivering
lips, you know ! am no judge" and
with the clear candor which was her
chief characteristic, Mira Trent de-
scribed the many faults of the picture
the want of movement in the running
figure, the unnatural flesh tints, the
stiffness and angularity of the captors
who We're about to throw the net That
the artist had been inspired by an idea
of weird beauty and pathos Cor the CEN
trail figure Verna readily perceived; he
had aimed at blending the almost an
imal expression of savagery induced by
Harpalyces wild life in the woods with
the too intense and sensitive feeling
which had driven her to that solitude;
| but his attempt to express this had
failed, and bordered on the grotesgue;
and even had the face been entirely
successful, the other failings would
have suficed to condemn the picture
Don't you think SO, Winnie?" she con-
cluded, appealing to her sister-in-law.
My opinion Is not worth much, !"
said Mrs Westerield. who mistrusted
her own judgment, but am afraid all
his friends do think SO, and ] know Val,
for one, is very sorry about it i
heard him talking about il with Mr..
Saville. and they both think it won't
be accepted"
Saville was a well-known art critic.
and poor Dennet's heart sank more and
more. Whilst every word that her
friends said impressed her with the
force Of truth, she knew only too well
no weight with Fred, and 1t was re-
lief when the conversation was changed
by the entrance Of maid with tea, fol-
| lowed by the little Persian.
The latter was a very important per-
sonage in the Guthrie household, and
was well-known to all their friends
He was of a rather unusual color, being
what is technically termed a-.'red
tabby,"-brindled like an ordinary
gray eat, but all in shades of color
much like that of fox, shaded off to
delicate creamy tint on the chest,
and his magnificent brush swept the
ground as he walked. His eyes in
some degree reflected the color of his
coat; they were not green, but yellow,
with tinges of brown running through
them, and, although he was nearly full
grown, they still had the innocent,
wondering expression Of a kitten He
was named Guy of Warwick, having
been a present from friend of Den
nets in that town.
1t would have been difficult for the
most obstinate cat hater to feel aver
sion to SO gentle and beautiful a crea-
ture. Its heart seemed to be positively
OVERLOOKING with love for everyone
with VIII ON 1t was associated 1t would
LEAP into the arms of its friends and
clasp them round the neck like a child;
and it was pretty to see it lying on its
back on Dennet's lap, and as she bent
over it, reaching up to fondle her face
gently with velvet paws, in which no
suspicion of a claw was allow ed to ap-
pear.
The other cat of the house was a
highly artistic contrast to Guy, being
the darkest possible gray barred with
black; he also possessed a bushy tail,
and large rather uncanny looking eyes
of the most vivid green. Robin Gray