The record-union., 1894-05-05

This came not only from the certain,
though unspoken, attachment which was
gradually developed between the elder
daughters and the artists, but from the
sympathetic appreciation by all the ladies
of complete and incomplete work within
the studio.
There were many charming interiors
and grouping of Normandy and Brittany
peasants from the brush of CaSselearth,
with several Breton coast studies. valley
landscapes and forest scenes by Madder,
and while the work on the portraits was
progressing the latter artist had in hand
fine canvas, 1.-The Pillar Stones of Car
nac.''
The composition of the picture was re-
markable. Far to the left and south
cleaned the red roof-peaks of Carnac.
Beyond, the far reaching land arm OF
Quiberon and the steely- blue sea, with a
streak of light upon the watery horizon.
carrying the perspective marvelously.
Sweeping around 10 the right and to the
northwest was a savage. moor-fringed
coast. Before you, to an Infinite dist
ance across a wind whipped waste.
stretched the upright groups of the weird
Druidic relics of the past. A close, dark
ening sky was broken to the right with
black and rolling clouds. One felt the
very wind whistling among the pillar
stones grewsOmely. 1t seemed to shake 9
the Moorland brambles wildly. 1t beat
the stunted frs until they tossed along
the northern horizon edge like the names
of chargers spurred to conflict or flight,
and over the latter low, jagged clouds
swept on furiously, as if tremendous
wrath hosts Of pagans old were re-enter-
ing their tenantless plains to reoccupy
their drear and voiceless land.
Mrs. Manley and her daughter Harriet
sat before this picture for hours. One
81, - "a
ghostly pillar stones Mrs. Manley gave
little exclamation of protest and alarm.
Harriet's hand almost as quickly touched
her arm, but the artist, sensitive in his
work, instinctively turned and con-
fronted them with look of anxiety and
dismay.
.'I beg your PARDON" said the lady with
genuine tone ofapology. 'but l am deeply
interested in your paintings. SO IS Har-
riet. Some of your forest scenes are veri-
table Troyons."
Jack Madder flushed to the roots of his
hair.
$50 deeply interested indeed that you
must permit me TO say you are giving
your Carnac its one false note"
Jack stepped back from his picture and
examined it ruefully. He would have
painted bingham garden or Boston,s 8
old South Church in the foreground, II 1t
would have pleased the two women be-
hind him, for he had seen the look OF
anxious solicitude that had crept into the
daughters face as she touched her moth
er's arm.
"Point it out, Mrs. Manley. 1t shall
certainly be corrected"
1.-The light is too high on those Druidic
stones in the foreground. Why? Be-
cause under your lowering, close sky,
those pagan relics-Harriet and l have
seen them, Mr.. Madder-should be quite
dark; the darkest gray you can put on
canvas. Your foreground should remain
in almost twilight. That would be true
to the conditions you are endeavoring to
depict. Besides, it gives intensity to the
tremendous expression Of elemental
power and feeling to be conveyed, while
Tightening the magnificent effect OF
your almost limitless perspective CEN
tering in the far thread of light upon the
sea-
With a few strokes of his brush the art
ist had toned down the high lights into
subtle shadowy grays.
"Grandly done," cried Mrs. Manley.
''You will become great artist, Mr..
| Madder."
The ladies' left the studio. Harriet smil-
! ing back winsome look of approval at
| the painter among his grays. He put
aside the brushes and came to where the
portrait painter was working with the
greatest rapidiIy upon Miss Edith's face.
Harry he said, these ladies are a
revelation in womankind to me. Do you
know that lady of fashion has just saved
my Carnac?"
ssNot a whit more remarkable than
what Miss Edith just accused me ofw
THAT you were madly in love with the
| original OF the portrait, Harry?'
"NorSe than that.o answered Cassel-
earth with a groan. II would have de-
fed any Partisan painter to discover that
great little trick OF mine OF rubbing in
my high lights with white. over wet
| canvas, with my finger, for fine feature
molding, and yet Edith came up to this
picture with a saucy, screwing motion oi
| her pretty finger at the dinlple in the
/ face on the canvas, remarking. Wonder.
/ tully fine porcelain effects, Mr.. Cassel-
earth!' And then, with a smearing mo-
| ton of her little hand in front OF the lace
where do you use the brushY AnO
then, 'Oh. oh, you artists are cunning.
Jack, l thought for moment Ia &C
through the fioort'
"Confound it, Harry. / believe any one
of those women could come in here ano
outpaint us both!' with which Mr.. Jack
Madder returned gloomily to his pagan
ruins Of Carnac.
A few days later the last sittings, pro
! ionged under various pretexts as tar as
| DCSSlDl0
/ 'rhe backgrounds, the finishing touches
and the drying, were all that remained
/ RI he done The ladies had called, pleas
| nre and qualification had been expressed
over the work, payment for the portrait:
had been made, and, after direction hac
/ been given for their casing and storage
! the ladies'. with the kindliest leavetak.
| ings, had departed.
The two artists were still standing there
/ together as if half determined to follow
their fair patrons, when they heard tht
| rapid pattering of feet along the hallway
/ Tn a moment more Emily and Ceei
Manley, the graceful hoydens of ths
nartv. appeared almost GREATNESS at the
| doorway.
they were as shining chain of lign
| reaching from the two within the room
| 10 the older sisters and the truants were
welcomed heartily.
Don't look pleased now, for we'v,
something very unpleasant to say, very
ventured Cecil archly.
.And are going TO say it If the girls anC
/ mamma are offended, aren't we, Cecil?'
continued Emily.
Its this,n rejoined Cecil with pretty
toss of her head. We've found yor
outi You're just in love with our sis
ters,''
''Yes: and mother found you out long
ago. There now" insisted Emily.
And she's been looking you up by
cable-you, in Kentucky. where you be
long, Mr.. Madden; and you, in Lanca
shire, where your home Is. Mr.. Cassel
eartb," blurted Cecil with ingenuoui
honesty.
The two artists two hands went ul