Morning journal and courier., 1894-05-05

blood there. They're evidently some body, if they are Yankees, e you Bn- tons call us, Harry"
 "Somsbody, Madderi should remark I never saw five SO fine women together I'd marry the whole family if I could just for models, Jack. Bssides, never saw such . sweet, good look in voman's eyes as glowed from that Edith Manley'sl"
 "why, didn't you notice Hsrrispsi Now 1t seemed to me there vas . per fect radiance of calm and tender stead fastnsss in hers. Harry, I'd paint that girls form for Q Venus, and her face for . Cecilia's, If I were youl"
 The two artists here turned and faced each other for . moment with puzzlsd look which gradually relaxed into an al- most ludicrous smile. They nodded their heads for little, when Csssslearth said with e sigh,
 "Jack, these portraits will be our ruin. We are in the same boat this time"
 'Tm afraid we are, Harry; and In . boat that won't float into the right port eitheri"
 "Oh, well,, we'll winter with the swAl- lows, contenplate the Aoorish beauties and forget what can't be hoped for" re- turned Casselearth oheerily; when they returned with extraordinary quiet to their work.
 The sittings were rapidly given and the four portraits were brought along to- gsther famously. The charming Mrs. Aanley and her still more charming daughters invariably came to the studio together and their presence grew to be . positive inspiration to the two srtists. This came not only from she 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 peas ants from the brush of Csseelesrth, with several Breton coast studies, valley land scapes and forest scenes, by Msdder; and while the work on the portraits was pro- gressing the latter artist had in hand @ fine canvas, "The Pillar Stones of Car nac n----
 The composition of the picture was re- markable. Far to the left and south gleamed the red roof-pesks of Carnsc. Beyond, the far reaching land-srm of Qui- beron and the steely. blue sea, with streak of light upon the wstery horizon, carrying the perspective marvelously. Sweeping around to the right and to the northwest was a savage, moor-fringed coast. Before you, to an infinite distance across wind whipped waste, stretched the upright groups of the weird Druidio relics of the past. A close, dsrkening sky was broken to the right with black and rolling clouds One felt the very wind whistlipg among the pillar stones grewsomely. It seemed to shake the Moorlsnd brsmbles wildly. It beat the stunted frs until they tossed olo be rarfharv, horf1on adUa Vka the names of chargers spurred to conflict or to flight; and over the latter, low, jagged clouds swept on furiously, as If trenen- dous wraith-hosts of psgans old were re- entering their tensntless plains to re oc- cupy their d1ear and voieeless land. Mrs. Manley and her daughter Harriet sat before this picture for hours. One day as the artist was touching up the ghostly pillar stones Mrs. Msnley gave e 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 confront ed them with e look of anxiety and dis l may.
 ''I beg your pardon" said the lady with genuine tone of apology; "but am deeply interested in your paintings. | So Is Harriet. Some of your forest scenes are veritable Troyons."
 Jack Madder flushed to the roots of his ! hair.
 'So deeply interested, indeed, that you | must permit me to say you are giving youl Carnsc its one fslse note" Jack stepped back from his picture and | examined it ruefully. He would have | painted Hinghsm garden or Boston's old South church in the foreground if 1t would have pleased the two women behind him | for he had seen the look of anxious solici tude that had crept into the daughter face as she touched her mothers arm.
 "Point 1t out, Mrs. Aanley. It shall certainly be corrected"
 | "The light is too high on those Druidie stones in the foreground. Whyi Because under your lowering, close sky, thoee ps gan relics-Hsrriet and have seen them
 MT. Msdder-should be quite dark; ths darkest gray you can put on canvas. Youl foreground should remain in almost twi light. That would be true to the condi tions you are endeavoring to depict. Be sides 1t gives intensity to the tremendous to be conveyed, while heightsning tn.
 magnificent effsc. of your almost hmitlesl
 perspective centering in the far thread oi light upon the sea"
 With 8 few strokes of his brush the ar
 tist had toned down the high lights into
 subtle shsdowy grays.
 "Grsndly donel" cried Mrs. Msplsy
 "You will become great artist, NIT. Mad der"
 The ladies left the studio, Harriet smil ing back a winsome look of approval 6
 the painter among his grays. He pu
 aside the brushes and came to where tn
 portrait painter was working with tn
 greatest rapidity upon Miss Edith's face.
 "Hsrry," he said, "theee ladies are
 revelation in womsnkind to me. Do yol
 know that lady of fashion has just ssvet
 my 'Carnacf"
 "Not a whit more remarkable than whs
 Miss Edith just accused me off"
 "rhat you were madly in love with tn
 original of the portrait, Hsrryf"
 "Worse than thatI' answered C-sssl
 earth with 6 grosn. "I would have d.fiet
 any Parisian painter to discover that gres
 little trick of mine of rubbing in m
 high lights with white, over e wet canvas with my finger, for fine creature-moldins
 and yet Edith came up to this picture wit saucy, screwing motion of her prett
 finger at the dimple in the face on the can vas, remarkipg, Wonderfully f.s porcs
 lain effects, Mr. Cssselearthi" And the
 with smearing motion of her little han : in front of her face, Where do you us the brushf And then, tOh, oh, you al
 tists are cuunipgI' Jack, thought for moment I'd go through the foorI' ''Oonfound it, Harryl believe any on of those women could come here and ou paint us botbI" With which Mir. J.c Msdder returned gloomily to his psgs ruins of Carnsc.
 A few days later the last sittings, prs louged under various pretexts ss far 6
 possible by the artists, had been giveI 1, The backgrounds, the finishing touoht , and the drying were all that remained |. | be done. The ladies had called; plessul
 and qualification had been expressed ov, the work; payment for the portraits hs 1. been made; and after direction had bee
 given for their casing and storage, the | ] dies, with the kindliest leave-takipgs hs
 departed.
 The two artists were still standing the, - together as If half determined to folio :, their fair patrons, when they heard Il ? rapid pattering of feet along the hallws In c moment more Emily and Cecil Maj
 ley, the graceful hoydens of the party, s 2 peared almost breathless at the doorwa They were as c shining chain of ngl z reaching from the two within the room F the elder sisters, and the trusnts were ws
 comed heartily. Don't look pleased now, for wet something very unpleasant to say; very
 vsntured Cecil archly.
 l- "And are going to say 1t, If the -gir '. and mamma are offended, aren't we, o
 cili" continued Emily.
 z '.It's this," rejoined Cecil with c pret l. toss of her head. "We've found you ou
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