The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1895-04-18

DacK upon us ITeSu Wulte
painted front, to the blue barn and
sheds done in that intense mazann
that steals the tint from the summer
sky in the violence of it's contrast.
Priscilla Partridge lived here. She
was an only daughter with proclivi
ties toward art Thus, when hel
father came home from a horsetrad
ing expedition in the adjoining town
and told her that a young artist hat
engaged board of him for the summer
she built AN air castle on the spot
The artist would discover and admire
her. talent for painting, give her les
sons, together they would put Won
ders and miracles onto canvas and IN
the end marry. 1t was no wonder
then that she increased, if that were
possible, the intense greenEeSs anC
blueness of her next landscape and II
gilt frame of extra width, had Ii
awaiting him in all it's fresh elegance
upon the wall of the room assigned
to him.
The artist came, and if it can be
designated as conquered where every
thing is Laid out for victory, he con-
Quered. His good looks, city finish
and a certain savior faire completed
his charms in Priscilla's estimation
AS her fancy had pictured to her, he
helped her in her landscapes, gave
her hint or two in perspective, and
aided the summer in fleetly passing
till one morning. Upon this one morn,
ing Priscilla overheard the converse
ton between her ARTIST and a friend
who had come down from the city to
see him. They were back of the
vines On the front 'tstoop," she was
watering the geranimns in the angle
which the stoop made with the house
Rather pretty girl here, Preston?
the visitor remarked.
eyes"
"Seems very much taken with you. ~
"Dare say. I've helped her a Bit
with painting. She fancies the work
you know, but such green and blue
absurdities as she does and frames
and hangs up all over the house is
enough to give one the jaundice! Sine
has no more notion of art than an
elephant, but of course I don't tell
her. What would be the use? That
reminds me, there's choice study in
brook scenery about a mile from here.
We have just time for it before din
ner; come on," and the two men
strolled off. while Priscilla, her ears
tirgling as if they had been cuffed,
lieu u ueT TOOlH dIlu SIlSu SUCH SCdlu-
ing tears THAT her scared, red eyes and
cheeks were not cool enough to be seen
until the next morning, when the art
iSt asked for her to say goodbye to
her, as he had decided to return to
the city with his friend.
"Pon my Wcrd, Miss Partridge" he
said. advancing upon her with. out
stretched hands, Thought wasn't 10
See you again before 1 so. I'm off
with George; seems the family want
me with thent ait the seashore. Much
obliged for yoIr kindness since I've
been here. Keep straight with your
art work and you'll get there some
time. Goodby; goodby, Mr.. Partridge.
Let me know when you're in the city"
And he was gone. Priscilla's air cas-
tie, as glittering and prismatic as
soap bubble few hours before, was
nothing now.
Butt Priscilla possessed a backbone
to her character that stood her in good
stead She put both of her feet upon
her disappointment, determined to
pursue her art in a legitimate if less
high-f1own manner, and then, when
came to her, if 1t did. this
artist should know and