Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1896-11-13

"Ohg' said Porsou. too staggered 20
continue the conversation.
"Ihcy doc say" said ola nawgan> the
landlord. who had maintained n respect
ful silence during the tp>hnicsi canvcr,
sation, "as there's no less than three
p'licemen from 'Azekvorth Cn de,Vtv
every nightin the hol,s,. count OF this
Lady .Aveling n her jewellery. Crcm
wen fower-and-siK last night otf seconi
fcotmGn-tossln,"
Toward sunset next day Mr. Watkins.
virgin canvas, easel and very ccnS.d-
er2ble euse OF other appliances IN hand
strolled up the pleasant pathway
through the beech woods 20 l.cmmcr-
pond park and pitched his apparatus
in a strategic position conmard.rg the
house. Here ne WINS observed by Mr..
IL phael Sant. who was return .rg across
the park from a study CT the cl,allS pits.
His curiosity having hcen fired hy Por-
sons account Of the new arrival. H.
turned aside with the idea al G.scussirs
nocturnal art.
Nh. Watkins was apparently unaware
of his approach. a friendly convcrsn-
tion with Lady Hammcrpond's butler
had just termipated, and that individual
surrounded by the three pct does which
it was his duty 10 take for an air
ing after dinner had been sei.ved. ,vns
receding in the distance. Mr.. Nutkirs
was mixing color with an pir OF great IN
dustry. SAINT, approaching more nearly.
was surprised to sec the color I'm ques-
ton was as harsh aud brilliant en-
emerald greeA as IL Ia possible 10 i'm
agine. Having cultivated an extreme
sensibility TO color from his earliest
years, he drew the air in sharply between
his teeth at the very first glimpse OF
this brew. Mr. Watkins TUNED round.
lie looked annoyed.
What on earth are YOU going to do
with that Density green 2r said SAINT.
MIR. Watkins realized that his zeal 90
appear busy in the eyes OF the butler
had evidently betrayed him into some
technical error. lie locked at SAINT and
hos.tatcd.
Pardon my rndcncFr,r se'd SAINT;
but really, that green is altogether too
amazing. IL came as a shock, what do
you mean 20 ho with it?"
Mr.. Watkins was collecting his re-
sources. Nothing could save the situa-
tion but decision. "If YOU come here
interruptirg my work." he said. am
a-gou' TO paint your face with IT,"
SAINT retired. for lac was a huIaor.st
and a peaceful man. Going down the
hill he met Person and wainwright.
"Ei,her thai man Is a genius, or lac Is n
dangerous lunatic." said he. Just 90
mp and look al his green" And he con
I, ,fe It
ened by n pleasant anticipation Of
cheerful affray round an easel In the
cleaning. and the shedding OF much
green paint.
But TO Porson and Wainwright Mr..
Watkins wGs less aggressive, and cN-
planned that the green was intended 60
be the first coating OF his picture. 1t
was, he admitted. in response 60 re-
mark, an absolutely new method. in
vented by himself But subscqucntly
he became more retioent; he cxplained
he was not going to-tell every passcr-by
the secret OF his own particular stvlc.
and added some scathing remarks upon
the meanness OF people "hasg ngabout'
TO pick up such tricks OF the masters
ms they could, which Immediately re-
lieyed him OF their company.
Twilight deepepcd. first one. then an
other star appeared. The rocks amid
the tell trees to the left ~ the house had
long since lapsed into elumbrous silcave.
the house itself lost all the details Its
architecture and became a dark-gray
outline, and then the windows Of the
salon shone cut brilliantly, the conscrvn-
tory was lighted up, and here and there
bedroom window burnt yellow. Had
anyone approached the easel ia the park,
it would have been found deserted. One
brief, uncivil word In brilliant green
sullied the purity OF It's canvas Mr..
Watkins was busy ia the shrubhcry
with his assistapt. who had discretely
joined him from the carriage drive.
Mr.. Watkins was inclined 10 be self
congratulatory upon the ingenious de-
vice by which he had carried all his ap-
paratus boldly and in the sight Of all
men, right up TO the sc,ne of opera
tions. ''That's the dressing-room.y he
said TO his asSistan', and. as soon as the
maid takes she candle away and goes
down to supper, wc1l call N. N.Y. how
nice the house DO lcok, 10 be sure.
against the starlight, and with all its
windows ami lights! Swrpme, Jim. /
almost wish was a painter chap. Have
you fixed that there wire across the
path from TIE laundry ?"
He cautiously appr0achH'' the house
until he stood below the ,lressing-roosn
window. ana began 10 pat together his
folding ladder. He was much too cxpe-
rienced practitioner to feel any un-
usual excitement. Jim was recon
noitering the slnoxing-room. Sudden
ly, tlose beside Mr.. Watkins in the
bushes, ther: was violent crash and
stified curse. Some one liad ;umbled
over the wire which his resistant had
Just arranged. lie heard sect ranning
on the grarcl pathway l'cysLd. Mr.
Watkins, like all true artists, was q
singularly shy man. and nc ,ncontinent-
ly dropped his folding ladder and be-
gan running circurspccti2 through the
shrubbery. lie was indistinctiy aware
Of two people hot upon his heels, end be
fancied that he distinguished the out
line OF his assistant i'm front OF him.
In another moment he had rnplted the
low stone wall bounding the shrubbcry,
md IN "a =,